Poems About Silence Seeking Friendly Advice
#silence
Just Visiting
Let’s turn the lights off, dance like lovers,
we have no eyes, but they who watch
showing us how to touch.
Conjuring us with candles and chants, how silly
they sit and look, so serious while we are just
visiting.
Why are we not wanted when this is our life, our feet
touching the surface?
Let us be your voyeurs to the living. Our
time to walk among the flesh, not wanting
to say our goodbyes, and yet some go mad
waiting in between.
we have no eyes, but they who watch
showing us how to touch.
Conjuring us with candles and chants, how silly
they sit and look, so serious while we are just
visiting.
Why are we not wanted when this is our life, our feet
touching the surface?
Let us be your voyeurs to the living. Our
time to walk among the flesh, not wanting
to say our goodbyes, and yet some go mad
waiting in between.
#dark
#emptiness
#shadows #silence
#shadows #silence
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Dealing Tarot
Through the haunts of nature
the moon whispers silently
creeping between cracks
listening to the Tarot
in seance with autumn's call
as emotions linger
shadows become porcelain
dealing Tarot
the moon whispers silently
creeping between cracks
listening to the Tarot
in seance with autumn's call
as emotions linger
shadows become porcelain
dealing Tarot
#dark
#shadows
#silence
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The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre ...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre ...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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My Castle in the Aire
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My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
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My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
56 unique words
#silence
#Buddhist
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
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Protège Moi
it creeps up inside
rips me to pieces
it suffocates me
estranges me
alienates me
all that once
was familiar
seems gone
it screams & it
rages i'm fading
all feels so vague
i'm lost can't see
through the fog
Les fantômes
i can't seem to
tame the desire
and devils, protect
me from what i want
rips me to pieces
it suffocates me
estranges me
alienates me
all that once
was familiar
seems gone
it screams & it
rages i'm fading
all feels so vague
i'm lost can't see
through the fog
Les fantômes
i can't seem to
tame the desire
and devils, protect
me from what i want
#dark
#silence
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NaKeD WoMb
In a seance with a tombstone
resurrecting the lonely dead
tasting creation to be fed
from Eden's naked womb
in still waters as shadows lay
echoing torrents of pain
barren embryos and dogbane
resurrecting the lonely dead
tasting creation to be fed
from Eden's naked womb
in still waters as shadows lay
echoing torrents of pain
barren embryos and dogbane
#dark
#shadows
#silence #temptation
#silence #temptation
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As If I Belong
Shadows of insomnia's embrace
stealing my mind and my dreams
a sweet half of a memory kiss
echoes whispering from cold lips
flesh upon decadent flesh
with a cold cup of death
from the dirt and blood
feeling as if I belong in this place
stealing my mind and my dreams
a sweet half of a memory kiss
echoes whispering from cold lips
flesh upon decadent flesh
with a cold cup of death
from the dirt and blood
feeling as if I belong in this place
#dark
#shadows
#silence
#insomnia
#erotic
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Please Whisper
Not everyone wakes up
this early in the morning
so please whisper for awhile
until it stops the snoring.
Please be quiet if you can
you’re all being way too loud
lower your noisy voices
don’t make another sound!
Just keep it down a little longer
don't clink the coffee pot
please close the door quietly
before you wake it up!
You’re starting to drive me crazy
oh dang, I hear it getting out of bed
now you’ve really done it
you should have listened to what I said.
this early in the morning
so please whisper for awhile
until it stops the snoring.
Please be quiet if you can
you’re all being way too loud
lower your noisy voices
don’t make another sound!
Just keep it down a little longer
don't clink the coffee pot
please close the door quietly
before you wake it up!
You’re starting to drive me crazy
oh dang, I hear it getting out of bed
now you’ve really done it
you should have listened to what I said.
#family
#silence
#sleep #WritingPoetry
#sleep #WritingPoetry
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Radio Silence
When the quiet night gets you down.
You always like to take a walk in town.
Where you see young lovers walk around.
Holding hands and singing to the clouds.
You return home alone and you are found.
Sitting on your own without a sound.
There’s nobody in here to take you out.
So you turn to what always makes you feel drowned.
In the radio silence, the static takes your hand.
It carries you to islands covered in golden sand.
Oh, oh, radio silence, who’s coming through?
Carries along and holds on to you.
Drift in the...
You always like to take a walk in town.
Where you see young lovers walk around.
Holding hands and singing to the clouds.
You return home alone and you are found.
Sitting on your own without a sound.
There’s nobody in here to take you out.
So you turn to what always makes you feel drowned.
In the radio silence, the static takes your hand.
It carries you to islands covered in golden sand.
Oh, oh, radio silence, who’s coming through?
Carries along and holds on to you.
Drift in the...
#loneliness
#silence
#music
#lyrics
#support
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Serrated Echoes
From dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
#lies
#silence
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#manipulation
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It's What It Is
Come to me with the falling of leaves
in it's what it is of beautiful serenity
nature's catharsis of pure breathes
as the silence of my thoughts retrieve
and hermits of the Elms find Jeeves
among the environs of coral reefs
in photo buckets cascading sheaves
in it's what it is of beautiful serenity
nature's catharsis of pure breathes
as the silence of my thoughts retrieve
and hermits of the Elms find Jeeves
among the environs of coral reefs
in photo buckets cascading sheaves
#inspirational
#silence
#nature
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Dawn of Pushpins
Bleeding the rain streaking the window pane red.
In your hands, my soul, in solemn nights. Strings of a
cello chastising my melancholia from the quill of the
Apothecary as the powder of dust rubs off onto
my grave. Leaving a scent of hysteria chained to the
inkwell, with the lusting of a sentimental fool.
Mourning the dawn of pushpins and shadows of
Hydrangeas on my wall. Listening to insomnia
clinging to my insanity. Thinking I heard the canary
fall.
In your hands, my soul, in solemn nights. Strings of a
cello chastising my melancholia from the quill of the
Apothecary as the powder of dust rubs off onto
my grave. Leaving a scent of hysteria chained to the
inkwell, with the lusting of a sentimental fool.
Mourning the dawn of pushpins and shadows of
Hydrangeas on my wall. Listening to insomnia
clinging to my insanity. Thinking I heard the canary
fall.
#dark
#shadows
#silence #emptiness
#silence #emptiness
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