The First Whisper

a place where the silence softens…

Welcome to the quiet you’ve carried for too long.
This is where the silence breaks…not with a scream,
but with the soft, deliberate tremble of truth.
Every poem here is a whisper you weren’t allowed to speak…until now.

…and ends with your first whisper.

The Latest Whisper to Break the Silence…

Gothic oil painting of three sorrowful men in a desolate moonlit landscape, symbolizing heartbreak and despair.

Tearful Eyes and the Lover Who Replaced Me

Tearful eyes searched the horizon for a mistake that never existed. Love was replaced, dreams scattered, and a heart ensnared by silence and cold retreat.

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Whisper of the Moment

“We are the ghosts we were told to silence.”

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A man clutches his head in despair inside a dark, vaulted corridor lined with gothic arches and shadows.

Mental Agony

Trapped in a corridor of hallucinations and horrors, a haunted soul questions reality, memory, and the mind’s last scream.

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two young men embracing under a moonlit sky beside a vintage car on a deserted road

Fast Cars & Fragile Hearts

Two boys in the wild West Country heat—one with a fast car, the other with a fast heart. They fled shame, found love, and left their bruises in the dust of open roads. A tragic, aching freedom lives on in the memory of speed and stars.

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Choose a whisper that matches your ache

A kneeling figure clutches their throat beside a stone cradle and broken chains in a moonlit ruin

Suffocated at Birth

A piercing free verse poem about surviving the suffocation of heterosexist expectation. Raised as an abomination, silenced by force, this voice now breaks the air with truth and fury.

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shadowy demon emerges from wall and enters sleeping man's head in dark gothic room

Mental Illness Demon

In the hush before dawn a shape of night slips beneath the sheets, threading terror through synapse and dream until mercy curdles into fevered hate.

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Trace the thread of what shaped you

grieving man stands at grave as ghostly father watches from the mist

Cold Inheritance

A deeply confessional narrative poem exploring the long shadow of paternal rejection. From childhood blame to adult heartbreak, Cold Inheritance lays bare the lasting wounds of a father’s disdain.

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shirtless man embraced by a tiger in a dark, intimate scene

Fierce Hunt – Captured by Love’s Wild Power

In this 3-6-9 micro-poem, a tiger becomes the metaphor for a wild, forbidden love that both captures and awakens. A brief moment of rebirth burns within the embrace of danger.

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Gnarled black tree with hunched, cloaked figures rooted into its twisted base under a stormy sky

Fed on Dirt

A brutal meditation on inherited trauma, this poem uses visceral natural imagery to portray a family choked by its own roots, where no light reaches, no healing takes and love rots on the vine.

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→ Or let the form shape the fury for you

A man sits in a car at sunset holding a rose petal, with a heart-shaped smoke trace on the window beside him

My Dreams Floated Inside Your Aroma

A sensual lyric poem tracing the arc of a tender but damaging love. Wrapped in bruises and perfume, one boy’s dream dissolves into morning regret, and the ache of believing too much.

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shadowy demon emerges from wall and enters sleeping man's head in dark gothic room

Mental Illness Demon

In the hush before dawn a shape of night slips beneath the sheets, threading terror through synapse and dream until mercy curdles into fevered hate.

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A monochromatic gothic painting of a wilted, rotting plant rooted in cracked soil beneath a storm-darkened sky, with a faint rainbow breaking through the clouds—symbolizing decay, neglect, and a fragile yearning for hope.

When Roots Rot: A Poem of Growing Pains and Neglect

Grown in filth without the warmth of nurture, this sorrowful bloom tells of roots strangled by deceit and veins longing for colour. A wilted soul sways in storms, aching for the tender promise of a rainbow.

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