The Ones Who Still Write

A tribute to those who continue to write despite silence and doubt, an anthem of quiet resilience, love, and memory.

For the ones who write when the page feels indifferent, when the world shrugs at metaphors, and silence echoes louder than applause, you are the ones who remind language that it still matters.

You are ink scraped from wounds, pressed into paper with trembling grace, not for fame, but for freedom.

You write because memory asks to be held. You write because the unsaid things get heavy in your bones. You write because love isn't loud but sometimes rhymes.

There are nights when poems hide from you, when words feel like strangers, when hope is too tired to be lyrical, and still you stay, chisel in hand, sculpting truth from the quiet.

You are the light flickering behind closed eyes that still dares to dream in paragraphs.

And if no one hears you? The stars did. The ones lost to grief did. The future will.

You are the heartbeat that teaches ink to bleed beauty into brokenness.

Keep writing, because somewhere, someone will find your verse and feel less alone, and realize they, too, were born to create.

Author's Note

This piece is for fellow poets and creators who’ve ever felt unseen or unheard. I hope it reminds you that your words matter deeply, even when no one seems to be listening.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We need the great poets, the great writers to remind us, to teach us. We can do more.
(You are the heartbeat that teaches ink to bleed beauty into brokenness.)
I liked the above lines. I love to read and to write. We need words to show us. We are okay. Thank you dear Gregoria for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Coyote. Your words carry the same heartbeat; they remind, uplift, and teach in their own quiet power. I’m grateful we both believe in what words can hold: beauty, truth, and a gentle kind of hope.

[Neville]

I love this .. I love the way you have dedicated it and for whom you have gifted it .. just be sure in any future absence I will try and find time to stop by your words .. but in the meantime, I wish you all the very best of all good things, Neville

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Neville. Your words are a gift I'll carry with me, not just for this piece, but for the quiet days when I wonder if poetry still reaches hearts. I am honored you'd return to those words in future moments, and until then, I send you every kind wish in return. May good things find you in all the ways that matter.

[Neville]

You are a real star my friend .. shine bright and always .. Neville

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you, Neville! Your kindness truly sparkles. Wishing you the same light and warmth always.

[DIVYA]

This is a poem that speaks of those who write for all the right reasons. For them, writing a spiritual thing, for them perfection means finding solace, release and strength from the written word. For them, its the only way to connect with themselves and the only way to reach out to another human soul. And in such nobility and purity of purpose does true art thrive.
You're such a beautiful writer. Your words are replete with the empathy and compassion that flow as rivers in your soul. I'm glad to have read your poetry today, dear Gregoria. ❤️

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Divya, for your kind and thoughtful words! Your understanding of the writing process and the soul's connection to it resonates deeply with me. Your description of writing as a spiritual thing and a means to connect with oneself and others is beautiful. I'm grateful for your empathy and compassion, and I'm humbled to have been able to share my words with you. ❤️

[DIVYA]

You're most welcome Gregoria. I'm so blessed to share this space and exchange thoughts with you. Thank you. ❤️

[Dennis Wolf]

Well, we all go down that road at some point, it's inevitable as death. Because what audiences want is changing... Always different, always new, always something a little more specific or just a tad more vague...
But, when you can't help but scribble, the external validation becomes secondary at best. It feels good, yes, but at the same time we realize that with or without, there's no helping that urge but satisfying it.

Cheers.

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thanks, Dennis Wolf, for your thoughtful insights. I love how you put into words the tension between seeking external validation and the internal drive to create. It's a great reminder that, ultimately, the act of writing is about satisfying that urge within, regardless of external feedback. Cheers to the scribbling compulsion that keeps us going!

[Dennis Wolf]

You're welcome.

[Davidgeo]

We should get high and watch the animatrix

[Gregoria Ahmed]

That would be something new “again” to try, I’ve been out of the game— 13yrs since my last magic dragon 😂

[John Sullivan]

This... is lovely.

"You are the light flickering behind closed eyes that still dares to dream in paragraphs..."

Well done. Very well done.

[Gregoria Ahmed]

John, thank you. Your words mean more than I can say. That line was written in quiet hope for the ones who keep creating without applause and knowing it reached you is a gift. Truly honored.

[John Sullivan]

This one had me thinking, these lines in particular...

I have been fortunate enough to have a few pieces published, and have had enough time to think about what that means... the dim hope that maybe someday I can be for a reader what so many poets were for me... Yes, a light in dark times. To have been reached... to have been moved, I have been these things. That one day my words just might do the same? It's almost too much to consider, though I quietly... hope for it. Anyways. A wonderful read from a strong poetic voice. My pleasure.

[Gregoria Ahmed]

John, your words moved me deeply. That quiet hope you described, the longing to be a light for someone else, is exactly what fueled this poem. Knowing it stirred those reflections in you feels like the full circle I never expected but quietly wished for. Thank you for meeting it with such heart.

[John Sullivan]

And thank you for writing such honest words. Truly a pleasure to meet you.

[Gregoria Ahmed]

The pleasure is mine as well, John.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautifully penned lines. I was held captive by your words. You dear poet are certainly heard and noticed.

Chris

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Chris. Your words mean a lot. If this poem held you even for a moment, then its purpose was fulfilled. I’m grateful you heard it and saw me.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased to have stopped by Gregoria.

[Pete]

inspiring and beautiful. "Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!" - Thoreau

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Pete. It’s comforting to know the path of writing, with all its quiet rebellions and sacred trouble, is shared with kindred spirits like you. I truly appreciate your time and thoughtful reflection.

[Neha agrawal]

it reads like a letter to every writer who's ever felt invisible yet chosen to write anyway.There’s no trace of artificiality in this.
Amazing poem😊

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you, Neha. Your words truly touched me. I hoped this piece might feel like a quiet invitation to those who write in the margins of silence, and hearing that it resonated that way means the world. I’m grateful for your presence and kindness. 💛

[Sami Khalil]

Truth be told, you created a worthy poem, your waves crested and splashed into lyrical shores.
Great style!

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you so much, Sami. Your words feel like poetry in themselves, and I’m honored that mine stirred such imagery in you. "Lyrical shores" what a beautiful thought. I’m truly grateful for your kindness and for recognizing the rhythm beneath the quiet. 🌊

[Sami Khalil]

Wow
You are welcome.