Poems About Silence Seeking Honest Critique
#silence
jemac
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 6:46pm
30th Mar 2023 6:46pm
w o r d s
how they flee
through her pen
so smooth
silky threads
like glass
clear concise
full of meaning
experience
yet when it comes
to real life
words are rocks
in her mouth
hard rough
rolling on dry tongue
till she bleeds
she has yet to find
someone
she can be so open with
hard rocks
being so misunderstood
they roll under the thunder
of her heart
breaking
splintering
beneath
too busy
to listen
through her pen
so smooth
silky threads
like glass
clear concise
full of meaning
experience
yet when it comes
to real life
words are rocks
in her mouth
hard rough
rolling on dry tongue
till she bleeds
she has yet to find
someone
she can be so open with
hard rocks
being so misunderstood
they roll under the thunder
of her heart
breaking
splintering
beneath
too busy
to listen
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
58 reads
4 Comments
rainwriter
Poem Published
10th Mar 2023 7:34pm
10th Mar 2023 7:34pm
Silent
If I just had a purpose then
Then I’d do something helping
Me
You
Them
Us
And everybody over the world
I swear
I could change the word
Speaking
If I just knew what for
I feel like a whore
Abused by living
What a feeling
Treated like the least liked children
If I cried out
You’d call me something worse than my feelings
Is it love or is it prison?
I swear I can’t say
This is why I do nothing and remain
Silent.
Then I’d do something helping
Me
You
Them
Us
And everybody over the world
I swear
I could change the word
Speaking
If I just knew what for
I feel like a whore
Abused by living
What a feeling
Treated like the least liked children
If I cried out
You’d call me something worse than my feelings
Is it love or is it prison?
I swear I can’t say
This is why I do nothing and remain
Silent.
#loneliness
#silence
#ignorance #emptiness
#ignorance #emptiness
73 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
81 reads
2 Comments
letsBLAZE420
Blazeville
Blazeville
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 1:39pm
1st Feb 2023 1:39pm
Should we talk?
Talking's a good point yet our views are divergent.
Forbidden to agree for our opinions are different.
We see the world in our own way.
Efforts become a futile display.
We hear only what we can, the truth we misconstrue.
Our minds are closed to change, we cannot move.
We think we are right leaving others to be wrong.
Day and night singing this sinister song.
In silence peace can be found.
Despite chaos all around.
Where thoughts are calm and the mind is clear.
All our worries disappear.
This is where one can simply...
Forbidden to agree for our opinions are different.
We see the world in our own way.
Efforts become a futile display.
We hear only what we can, the truth we misconstrue.
Our minds are closed to change, we cannot move.
We think we are right leaving others to be wrong.
Day and night singing this sinister song.
In silence peace can be found.
Despite chaos all around.
Where thoughts are calm and the mind is clear.
All our worries disappear.
This is where one can simply...
#silence
#peace
#philosophical
79 reads
0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
9th Jan 2023 2:47pm
9th Jan 2023 2:47pm
Between Beats
rhythmic bass
pause
repetitive
fading vibration
between pulses
each beat of the drum
defining the silence
(C)2023 Raibeart Bruis
pause
repetitive
fading vibration
between pulses
each beat of the drum
defining the silence
(C)2023 Raibeart Bruis
#silence
#music
53 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 12:17pm
5th Jan 2023 12:17pm
Broken Promises
I decided to answer
lest you forget me.
So as not to get lost among the meshes
of your disappearance.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to answer
so that you don't forget me.
So that you have no excuse.
So that you don't apologize.
I decided to say what I don't know.
I decided to say what I don't know.
I decided to say what I don't know.
(From one year to another.)
I have accumulated things to say
and nothing said...
lest you forget me.
So as not to get lost among the meshes
of your disappearance.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to say I don't know.
I decided to answer
so that you don't forget me.
So that you have no excuse.
So that you don't apologize.
I decided to say what I don't know.
I decided to say what I don't know.
I decided to say what I don't know.
(From one year to another.)
I have accumulated things to say
and nothing said...
#love
#silence
#WritingPoetry
81 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Jan 2023 1:58am
1st Jan 2023 1:58am
Watching Balls Drop
Every December 31st
I’m at home watching the ball drop
While people are celebrating, dancing and kissing
I’m under the covers intrigued with WAP
(Writing A Poem)
I was never much of a clubgoer or reveler
I’ve always been a homebody
Perhaps I should make it a goal to visit Time Square
Freeze my ass off for bit, live a little and party
I like being at home remembering the old days
When fireworks and music would fill the night
But that was the old country and now in it’s place
Is being cozy in bed snacking and...
I’m at home watching the ball drop
While people are celebrating, dancing and kissing
I’m under the covers intrigued with WAP
(Writing A Poem)
I was never much of a clubgoer or reveler
I’ve always been a homebody
Perhaps I should make it a goal to visit Time Square
Freeze my ass off for bit, live a little and party
I like being at home remembering the old days
When fireworks and music would fill the night
But that was the old country and now in it’s place
Is being cozy in bed snacking and...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#silence
#aging
96 reads
8 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 6:00pm
31st Dec 2022 6:00pm
The Heavy Lightness of Water
Each swig of solitude
A breath less from death,
Drinking to absent friends
One day the bottle will rise to me.
Summer is now a tourist:
A buckled deck chair rehearses its return
Crumpled against shadows of the palest sun.
Cathedrals of veiled water fall as weeping brides.
On other side of the village
The Luftwaffe unloaded lonely bomb,
Crater housed Gods of still small voices –
Until they built a car park.
Touring a Monastic and Mauna museum
Vowed to hang silence on souvenir walls,
Further...
A breath less from death,
Drinking to absent friends
One day the bottle will rise to me.
Summer is now a tourist:
A buckled deck chair rehearses its return
Crumpled against shadows of the palest sun.
Cathedrals of veiled water fall as weeping brides.
On other side of the village
The Luftwaffe unloaded lonely bomb,
Crater housed Gods of still small voices –
Until they built a car park.
Touring a Monastic and Mauna museum
Vowed to hang silence on souvenir walls,
Further...
#silence
#LifeCycle
222 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 11:56am
22nd Dec 2022 11:56am
Work of the Void
Fire on the dusty sidewalk.
Undead sidewalks.
Almost wanted death.
Rhythm sidewalks.
Here is the faceless smoke.
Burning in a castle of vanities.
And fire is a very busy worker.
PAR
Undead sidewalks.
Almost wanted death.
Rhythm sidewalks.
Here is the faceless smoke.
Burning in a castle of vanities.
And fire is a very busy worker.
PAR
#death
#fire
#silence
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
19th Dec 2022 1:37am
19th Dec 2022 1:37am
In trivial silence
If anything happened to you
whole pyres would become
rivers in rainforests,
if anything happened to you
constellations would itch
in the sky
just to fall,
if anything happened to you
islands would become other islands
who knew less and less
about the island they came from,
who spoke to their brothers
who could add nothing more.
If anything happened to you
this vessel would be remanufactured,
if anything happened to you
it would be as if a fracture in time.
whole pyres would become
rivers in rainforests,
if anything happened to you
constellations would itch
in the sky
just to fall,
if anything happened to you
islands would become other islands
who knew less and less
about the island they came from,
who spoke to their brothers
who could add nothing more.
If anything happened to you
this vessel would be remanufactured,
if anything happened to you
it would be as if a fracture in time.
#love
#universe
#silence
101 reads
1 Comment
a_piscean_dream
Tierra
Tierra
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 4:33am
16th Dec 2022 4:33am
Find the Quiet
Do what you have to
Find the quiet
An elusive meeting between hushed noise and silence
Dawn
Dusk
Blue-toned sections of day in which life is less chaotic
Solo journeys
Rushed, in a hurry
Look within, provide your soul with some guidance
Extroverted
Introverted
Existence in tranquility, not one-sided
Inner vibrance
Natural realignment
Withdraw yourself, a delicate resignment
Go ahead, embrace what is private
Do what you have to
Find the quiet
Find the quiet
An elusive meeting between hushed noise and silence
Dawn
Dusk
Blue-toned sections of day in which life is less chaotic
Solo journeys
Rushed, in a hurry
Look within, provide your soul with some guidance
Extroverted
Introverted
Existence in tranquility, not one-sided
Inner vibrance
Natural realignment
Withdraw yourself, a delicate resignment
Go ahead, embrace what is private
Do what you have to
Find the quiet
#silence
#peace
#patience
144 reads
4 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 9:48am
13th Nov 2022 9:48am
Black Death
A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about?
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. Gangrene is a slow death, spreading slowly but surely. It loves an open wound and marches it’s death brigade ever so gradually to the heart.
The unforgiven has a unique gaze his eyes. It’s says he’s longed for the barrel of his revolver. Looking at him is like staring right through a bullet hole. And he knows the choice is simple, cut off the trigger finger that betrayed...
#lies
#silence
#tragedy
#suffering
#sacrifice
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