Deep secrets won’t make me feel guilty,
there are moments best kept to yourself.
Sacred sort of scratches the surface
of words that don’t make it to whisper.
Smushed within the ashes on these lips,
deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty.
That choice ends their potential gossip,
it is best to leave truth the question.
Soon enough a new story’s floating
then you relish not making the news.
Deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty,
no one can twist what doesn’t exist.
New wind blew in and flattened the sails
as I laughed all the way to the bank.
I’ll stay private in this new Wild West,
deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty.
I look up to the sky, waiting
as the swirling clouds crash
they have an endless movement
and today they are full of tears . . .
I hear the rumbling thunder
see the lightning flashing
and then, the rain is falling in torrents
the clouds spill a thousand secrets
those raindrops hold all my secret pain
and all my grief
all my forever longing
and a thousand tears
that I keep within me ~
I wear mask to hide my weeping and it is only when it rains
that I can cry . . .
I dance with the raindrops and feel them touching me
oh, like a fairy princess, I twirl and swirl and dance
just let go they whisper . . . . and then,
the sun comes out and everything is sparkling and there is a hush
of beauty . . .
A winding, desolate road stands before me,
Covered in white ashy soot.
As nuclear winter stagnates,
Grey corpse clouds spill a thousand secrets,
While asphyxiating dust cakes a boarded-up shack in the faint distance.
Loneliness settles into obsolete bones.
I've been searching for what feels like eons now,
For any semblance of humanity.
Scarcity of food looms with each passing second,
For even the few remaining animals have become paper-thin,
Their skeletons protruding through stretched flesh.
A bitter cold silently encompasses the atmosphere.
Summer evaporated that fateful day,
Never to come again.
Continuing my treacherous trek,
I come upon the frost-tipped shack.
Peering through the gaps of a door half blown away by the aftershocks,
Hope dies, as once again, emptiness is all I find.
My eyes well with tears, only to be interrupted by an uncontrollable cough.
Spitting blood into my hand, the symptoms are getting worse.
Residual radiation is taking its toll.
Death's warm embrace will be welcomed.
But until that fateful day, I continue this journey alone,
Perpetually seeking any voice to ring out in a macabre, self-fulfilling apocalypse.
She grew up in the Keys,
Beautiful sun and sand,
On the surface, man,
Her life was grand
But she was also holding down
Family secrets with both hands,
Trying to smile through the raging storms
No one else could understand
By: J.N.R Dutton
The earth shakes, mimicking my weary bones,
And the ground is wet with tears left behind.
The cage of whiteness, locked tightly inside,
Upholds the heavy weight of every day's design.
Secrets and memories are ghosts we keep,
Bound tightly within the walls of the chest—
Forgiven, forgotten, or just cast aside,
The architecture of a heart aching for rest.
My steps falter on the unpaved ground,
Stumbling under the weight of a calcified spine.
Yet all this physical aching scarcely compares
To the quiet, structural cage of skeletal frame—
That has, until today,
Only answered to the marrow of your name.
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
~Langston Hughes
The clouds spill a thousand secrets
but keep ten thousand regrets
ensconced within the billowy frames
of a life lived with all its shames.
The shame of greed,
the shame of need,
the shame of selfishness,
the shame that leads to wretchedness.
I’ve been told that clouds are wise
and provide the waters to baptize,
drown the sins that keep us bound
And set our feet on higher ground.
mysteries unsolved
those who seek never find
true answers
Weekly Poetry Challenge 50 words Exactly July 27, 2026-August 2, 2026
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A silent silver ball
On the heavenly sky,
It paints a rounded doll,
Where hidden wonders lie.
The shadows softly creep,
Whispering in the air,
While hidden secrets sleep
Beyond all earthly care.
A balm for weary eyes,
A mellifluous grace,
Beneath the starlit skies
It finds its rightful place.
When it’s just me and you,
We become actors on the big screen.
We’re exploring each other’s chemistry,
Because nothing’s set in stone yet.
What makes you different from everyone else?
The look in your eyes only makes me curious.
It lures me, and I let all my defenses down.
I can’t tell if this feeling is a good thing.
Instead of running into his arms, you hug me,
Whispering your worries as you lay on my chest.
The same worries you should tell him, but
You hide them behind smiles while thinking of me.
When was the last time you told him,
“I love you,” as you looked into his eyes?
Compared to the last time we talked
About your dreams, cuddles under the stars.
I know I’m so selfish
For wanting this so bad.
Even though it’s nothing physical,
I’m getting more of you than him.
How far can this go behind his back?
I wish I knew how to end this properly,
But you’re the only thing stuck in my mind,
And I can’t let go yet.
I hope nothing bad happens.
The cloak of night gently unfolds,
A hush descends far, wide and deep.
The velvet midnight spins its holds
Supple secrets surely it keeps.
With quiet breath, I lie to rest
As silent shadows softly creep,
My tired soul feeling blessed,
While half the world dreams in sweet sleep.
I confess-
holding onto secrets
has me jittery!
What’s a real friend?
I may still have some secrets.
Are you still faithful?
I search and find deep within,
Written verses in ash of how we began,
I console, I try to make change,
Everything has been preordained.
No matter how hard I try,
I'm trapped in your pulse ,
Nothing else feels real,
There is turmoil in my soul.
Trapped within these walls,
I am the asylum of your ache,
Pain rips my inner being,
I have no place to go.
Now as time restarts its flow,
I taste your truth you've hidden well,
I see your pulse is faulting,
Our time is nearly in the past.
Where orchids dream, I'm found,
Creating a new reality,
Writing a new verse in the ash,
Where we both go free.
His clothes are on my back
my word is in his head
you thought you felt him move to the other side of the bed
When he tells you his busy, drowning in overtime
well my room is his new office and your lips have become mine
You say it’s been a while and you don’t know where he’s been
perhaps he is just busy, seeing things he’s never seen
You’ll find us in the darkness
tracing over each white lie
you should hear the truth and all his reasons why
he’s meeting them for coffee, running errands, got dinner plans
and you just believe him, ice melting in his hand
I suppose I could be courteous and sit you down face to face
but he’s coming over and I’ve picked out my best lace
I know you’re not an angel
you lost that halo long a go
I don’t think you could fathom
just how much I know
So I better go, get ready
I wouldn’t wait up late
he’ll be kept busy
he has a lot on his plate
I know you’re still reading, I know you are a fan
Sincerely,
His only man
Everyone keeps secrets
Even though they say they don’t
That they are honest to the core
But that is not true
We keep secrets for varies reasons
Some are meant to be a surprise
While others are to hide the truth or
To spare feelings from being hurt
Some memories are just painful
So, they are never spoken.
Unspoken truths are also known
To be secrets, which when found out
Can be the most hurtful
For those we love the most.
So, choose very wisely and be
very careful when keeping secrets
The trickiest parts of keeping secrets
Is the damage they do to trust.
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