To every poet out there: May your ink never run dry. May your light always find its way home. 🖤
turning a single thought into a bridge
that we can finally cross.
You trace the light and the shadow,
using memory like a whisper
to heal the parts that were broken.
You look at the world
and refuse to let it be ordinary.
You take the salt, the soil, and the stars,
turning them into a song that stays with us
after the book is closed.
You walk among us with eyes that
see the hidden colors, and hands that know
how to shape the air into something real.
It is not just that you are fast,
or that the answers come to you
like birds returning home.
It is the way you carry the weight
of knowing what others do not yet see.
While the world is asleep,
you sit with your pens,
turning quiet thoughts
into something we can keep.
We see the spark in your work,
but we also see the hours spent in the dark—
practicing, failing, and trying again
until the magic finally stays.
We thank you for staying awake
to catch the ideas that fly by.
When we are lost for words,
we look to yours to understand.
Your words are a gift,
a hand to hold when we are lonely.
They are like small lights in a dark room,
showing us the way back to ourselves.
Thank you for the light you bring,
and for showing us how much beauty
a human soul can hold.
©Haseenwhel
Poetry by Haseen Whel
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Written on 2026-01-20 at 09:04
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Salutations to the Gifted
You take the thunder and the rain,turning a single thought into a bridge
that we can finally cross.
You trace the light and the shadow,
using memory like a whisper
to heal the parts that were broken.
You look at the world
and refuse to let it be ordinary.
You take the salt, the soil, and the stars,
turning them into a song that stays with us
after the book is closed.
You walk among us with eyes that
see the hidden colors, and hands that know
how to shape the air into something real.
It is not just that you are fast,
or that the answers come to you
like birds returning home.
It is the way you carry the weight
of knowing what others do not yet see.
While the world is asleep,
you sit with your pens,
turning quiet thoughts
into something we can keep.
We see the spark in your work,
but we also see the hours spent in the dark—
practicing, failing, and trying again
until the magic finally stays.
We thank you for staying awake
to catch the ideas that fly by.
When we are lost for words,
we look to yours to understand.
Your words are a gift,
a hand to hold when we are lonely.
They are like small lights in a dark room,
showing us the way back to ourselves.
Thank you for the light you bring,
and for showing us how much beauty
a human soul can hold.
©Haseenwhel
Poetry by Haseen Whel
Read 29 times
Written on 2026-01-20 at 09:04
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