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Mar 15, 2026
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Where Hope Waited
I left the path untouched
wood still breathing over the river
that learned the sound of your name
Your number still sleeps in my phone
a ghost curled inside glass,
waking hope
every time the screen flickers
Our pictures remain
small museums of a past
that refuses to close its eyes
And my arms
two empty rooms
still warm
from the last time you lived there
I thought leaving everything open
would guide you home
But seasons crossed that path
more faithfully than you ever did
Rain waited with me.
The moon watched.
And slowly
even hope
stopped listening for your footsteps.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I didn't scold my ex....incase he came back...they say dont burn bridges🙄he nvr came back💀
Style/Type: Free verse
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neopoet
1 month 1 week ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem effectively conveys a lingering sense of loss and unfulfilled longing through its vivid imagery and emotional restraint. The natural elements—the river, rain, and moon—are skillfully personified, creating a quiet, contemplative atmosphere that mirrors the speaker’s internal state. The metaphor of the "ghost curled inside glass" to describe the phone number is particularly striking, encapsulating the haunting presence of memory in a modern context.
The structure, with its short lines and deliberate pauses, enhances the feeling of waiting and suspended time. The progression from hope to resignation is subtle yet clear, culminating in the poignant final lines where even hope "stopped listening." This gradual shift is well-paced and avoids melodrama, lending authenticity to the emotional journey.
One area to consider for further development is the balance between abstraction and specificity. While the poem’s universal themes are accessible, introducing a few more concrete details or sensory descriptions could deepen the reader’s immersion and emotional connection. For example, specifying the nature of the relationship or the setting might add layers of meaning without sacrificing the poem’s contemplative tone.
Overall, the poem’s strength lies in its quiet power and the interplay between memory, nature, and emotion. Refining the imagery with selective concrete details could enhance its impact further.
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Lavender
1 month 1 week ago
Where Hope Waited
Hello, Shantie,
Your poetry always stirs me. This is so lovely, graceful, and fragile. "And my arms, two empty rooms..." Beautiful poetry. It leaves me staring down that empty path. Wonderful imagery.
Thank you,
L
Geezer
1 month 1 week ago
Yes...
I totally agree with the A.I. on this, it has depth without a lot of dialog.
It sounds like something one would say to a dear friend, over a drink or two.
I liked the casual language, the "Oh well", attitude. Nicely done, ~ Geez.
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