<![CDATA[Cups of Thought: Poetry]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/s/poetryhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!hqf2!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F7fe4bcde-daa3-4969-aaf5-c8a899446e96_1080x1080.pngCups of Thought: Poetryhttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/s/poetrySubstackTue, 18 Aug 2026 03:58:15 GMT<![CDATA[Summer Days in August]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/summer-days-in-augusthttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/summer-days-in-augustSat, 15 Aug 2026 08:08:40 GMT
Trees moving in the wind.
Some leaves already brown,
not because it is autumn
but because of the heat.

The sky is blue
filled with lots of clouds.
I hope there will be rain soon.
There might be.

Cars are passing by.
It is loud.
The sound of the cars
fills my ears.

A bird is chirping.
Pic from Pinterest
The wind blows
into my face
and into my neck.
A nice relief
from the oppressive heat.

A man and a dog
walk on the narrow grass strip.
The grass is no more
a luscious green as it once was,
but a dried-out, flat yellow.
The dog is wagging his tail.
Does he like the heat?
I don’t.

A woman in a green dress
stares into her phone
walking quickly past me.
She has somewhere to be.
The dress flows on her sides 
and moves with her like water.

It is getting too hot
to sit outside.
I will go inside now.
While it might still be hot inside,
it will be cooler than outside.
It will definitely be better.

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]]><![CDATA[The Voice of Silence]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/the-voice-of-silencehttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/the-voice-of-silenceWed, 22 Jul 2026 15:25:15 GMTI wrote this poem about the quiet moments where we find peace, and I decided to share both the original German version and an English translation which you’ll find further down.

In der Stille liegt ein Zauber, das ist ganz klar,

Ein Ort, ganz nah.

Eine sanfte Melodie, die die Seele erfüllt,

Die Stille, die mich umhüllt.


Wenn die Welt mal wieder im Lärm erstickt,

Die Umgebung unglaublich laut erklingt.

Findet man in der Stille ganz geschickt,

Den Ort, in dem der Frieden singt.


Die Stille, so leicht und sacht,

Jeden Tag gibt sie uns Kraft.

Sie trägt uns durch die Zeit,

Ein Symbol der Ewigkeit.

Sie ist die Freundin, die uns versteht,

Ohne Worte, ohne Klang.

Die mit uns durch die Nächte geht,

Bei uns bleibt, ein Leben lang.


Sie lässt uns eintauchen in ihr Schweigen,

Die Unruhe abgeben, sanft Verweilen.

Denn in der Stille wird sich zeigen,

Wo wir unsere Gefühle einteilen.


Also lass uns in die Stille lauschen,

und mit der Ruhe rauschen.

Ihr Wissen in uns tragen,

Und unsere Ängste wegjagen.


Die Stille, die unsere Gedanken formt,

Die durch unsere Träume stormt.

Ein Flüstern, das das Herz berührt,

Die uns zu uns selbst zurück führt.


Im stillen Rauschen der Blätter, im Flüstern der Bäume,

Durch die Wellen am Strand.

Findet sie uns in unseren Träumen,

Und nimmt uns an der Hand.


Mit sanften Schritten führt sie uns,

In eine Welt, die niemand kennt.

Ein Land der Ruhe, endlos und groß,

Wo sich jeder Kummer trennt.


Durch ihre stille, stille Art und Weise,

Nimmt sie uns mit auf ihre Reise.

Bringt sie uns zum Träumen,

Von fernen, friedlichen Räumen.

The English Translation:

Within silence lies a magic, that much is clear,

A place so close, so near.

A gentle melody that fills the soul,

The silence that embraces me whole.


When the world once again is drowning in noise,

When the surroundings echo with endless voice,

In silence, one can quietly find

The place where peace sings inside the mind.


Silence, so gentle and light,

Gives us strength each day and night.

It carries us through the passing years,

A symbol of eternity that endures.


She is the friend who understands,

Without a word, without a sound.

The one who walks with us through nights,

And stays beside us all our lives.


She lets us dive into her quiet embrace,

Release our worries, rest in her grace.

For within silence, we will find

The place where we arrange our minds.


So let us listen to the silence deep,

And with the calm let our spirits sweep.

Carry its wisdom within our hearts,

And let our fears slowly depart.


The silence that shapes our thoughts,

That flows through the dreams we have sought.

A whisper that touches the heart,

That guides us back to who we are.


In the quiet rustling of leaves, in the whispering trees,

Through the waves that move with the breeze,

It finds us within our dreams,

And takes our hand gently.


With tender steps, it leads us away,

Into a world unknown, where we can stay.

A land of peace, endless and wide,

Where every sorrow fades.


Through its silent, silent way,

It takes us on a journey each day.

It brings us to dreams so bright,

Of distant, peaceful worlds of light.

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]]><![CDATA[Echoes Of What Once Was]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/echoes-of-what-once-washttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/echoes-of-what-once-wasMon, 06 Jul 2026 19:05:02 GMTIn the silence of an empty room, I mourn,

For the love that once was, now torn.

A void in the chest, a heaviness in the soul,

A loss that’s taken its toll.

Memories flood ones mind, bittersweet,

Aching for the touch, the warmth, the beat.

Of a heart that used to beat like mine,

Now lost in the vastness of time.

The sound of laughter, now is gone,

The absence of a presence, also torn.

A piece of love forever lost, buried deep,

In the depths of sorrow, with the sound of weep.

But in the midst of grief, there is strength,

In the memories shared, in the love that lent.

Comfort in the darkness, a guiding light,

To navigate through the endless night.

Loss is a part of life’s truth,

A reminder of the days of youth.

But in the pain, there is solace, a balm,

In the love that remains, in the memories, calm.

]]><![CDATA[Forever in Change]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/forever-in-changehttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/forever-in-changeFri, 12 Sep 2025 08:59:11 GMT

The morning sun rises, a routine resets,

Change comes every day with no regret.

A subtle shift in the familiar scene,

A transformation, neither harsh nor keen.

A new path chosen, something left behind,

A swift shift inclined.

Relationships evolve and change their way,

From morning to the end of the day.

The mirror reflects a face transformed,

Lines of experience, lessons learned.

Different pieces were rearranged,

Feelings are being exchanged.

Friendships change as the seasons turn,

Out of everything you can learn.

Change, both gentle and strange,

On the canvas of existence, oh me change.

Footprints in sand, erased by the tides,

The water glides.

A river’s exchange,

Life’s eternal dance, forever in change.

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]]><![CDATA[On Growing and Becoming]]>https://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/on-growing-and-becominghttps://cupsofthought.substack.com/p/on-growing-and-becomingThu, 11 Sep 2025 09:33:32 GMTIn the innocence of childhood’s embrace,

I danced through life with joy and grace.

Eager to explore the world so wide,

With wonder and curiosity as my guide.

But time marched on, relentless and swift,

And soon, the days of youth began to shift.

Into the tumultuous waters of growing up,

Navigating through life’s complex setup.

The carefree days of laughter and play,

Slowly gave way to responsibilities each day.

As I learned to stand on my own two feet,

And face the challenges that I would meet.

The innocence of childhood is now a distant memory,

Replaced by the weight of adult reality.

Navigating through the maze of choices and decisions,

Learning hard lessons, making tough provisions.

Despite the struggles and the trials,

I find moments of joy and genuine smiles.

As I embrace the person that I’ve become,

Stronger, wiser, with battles won.

So here I am, a product of time and change,

Still evolving, still growing, in constant exchange.

Between the past and the future that awaits,

Embracing the journey, no matter the fates.

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