Poems About Silence Seeking Honest Critique
#silence
PAR
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
48 reads
8 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:35am
5th Mar 2025 11:35am
VIOLET'S TALE
A lady down in Toronto
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#silence
41 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 11:36am
23rd Feb 2025 11:36am
The Fear of Tomorrow
Yesterday his Epitaph read...
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
#dark
#death
#grief
#revenge
#silence
94 reads
8 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
Muted Life
A pane of glass separates me from the world. Not literal, though sometimes I wish it were. Easier to explain. This is a different kind of barrier. A film over my senses. The vibrant shades of life muted, the clamor of voices distant, like listening to a symphony through thick walls. I know it's there. I can feel the vibrations, a faint tremor of feeling. But the melody, the full richness of experience, is lost to me.
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
#identity
#separation
#silence
104 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:48pm
14th Feb 2025 5:48pm
Display of Silence
Walk the earth
A pittance paid
Bloodied coin ‘neath weeping sky
Praise
Praise upon lips
Hollow hymns in hollow halls
Songs sung
Yet the tongues do tremble
A tumultuous fire
A searing wail
The crack
The crack of lightning
A flash
A breath
Then silence
Silence
Of whispers long dead
Of prayers lost to time
Names blown
Blown
Like dust on the wind
A pittance paid
Bloodied coin ‘neath weeping sky
Praise
Praise upon lips
Hollow hymns in hollow halls
Songs sung
Yet the tongues do tremble
A tumultuous fire
A searing wail
The crack
The crack of lightning
A flash
A breath
Then silence
Silence
Of whispers long dead
Of prayers lost to time
Names blown
Blown
Like dust on the wind
#ghosts
#silence
42 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 9:16pm
7th Feb 2025 9:16pm
Lusting Quietly for You
Suffering in silence
We'd do well together
It will never happen
I'll injure myself instead
That always takes the edge off
It lasts for a day
Then I start all over again
We'd do well together
It will never happen
I'll injure myself instead
That always takes the edge off
It lasts for a day
Then I start all over again
#BDSM
#erotic
#lust
#seductive
#silence
479 reads
24 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
69 reads
6 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:58am
6th Feb 2025 3:58am
Groups Of One
The city bleeds in neon scars,
shattered glass and burnt out cars.
Graffiti screams on broken stone,
a warning carved, but left unknown.
They march with fire, fists held tight,
a cause, a chant, a staged street fight.
Justice blurred by shattered panes,
smoke and sirens, mud and stains.
Out past the alleys, past the screams,
the world splits wide in warring teams.
Borders drawn in blood and sand,
leaders lie with shaking hands.
But I don’t march, I don’t belong,
no banner in my sight, no battle song.
I...
shattered glass and burnt out cars.
Graffiti screams on broken stone,
a warning carved, but left unknown.
They march with fire, fists held tight,
a cause, a chant, a staged street fight.
Justice blurred by shattered panes,
smoke and sirens, mud and stains.
Out past the alleys, past the screams,
the world splits wide in warring teams.
Borders drawn in blood and sand,
leaders lie with shaking hands.
But I don’t march, I don’t belong,
no banner in my sight, no battle song.
I...
#conflict
#silence
88 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:59am
4th Feb 2025 3:59am
Can you Hear the Silence
Can you hear the silence
I yearn for the silence to hear me
I run from the noise that assaults me
I breathe but my breath can’t hear me
I live for the silence that lives within the trees
We’re so used to the noise that silence scares us
I get anxious when the silence confronts me
I am afraid to not hear a sound around me
Make some noise to make him go away
Can you Hear the Silence
I yearn for the silence be near me
I run from the noise that’s around me
...
I yearn for the silence to hear me
I run from the noise that assaults me
I breathe but my breath can’t hear me
I live for the silence that lives within the trees
We’re so used to the noise that silence scares us
I get anxious when the silence confronts me
I am afraid to not hear a sound around me
Make some noise to make him go away
Can you Hear the Silence
I yearn for the silence be near me
I run from the noise that’s around me
...
#emotions
#silence
#spiritual #strength
#spiritual #strength
115 reads
3 Comments
mitjima
Lunarbitsh
Lunarbitsh
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:50pm
26th Jan 2025 10:50pm
"Ordinary life" Pt. 2
Hidden behind tragic literature
seeking solace in anything but this place...
this ordinary life she chose.
the white witch found herself longing once more
but this time it was for space - for a chance to breathe again
interruptions occur more often now, this is motherhood.
the task was not explained
loving her kin, though easy... came with a heavy price.
reveling in the sound of rain drops
tap
tap
tapping...
seeking solace in anything but this place...
this ordinary life she chose.
the white witch found herself longing once more
but this time it was for space - for a chance to breathe again
interruptions occur more often now, this is motherhood.
the task was not explained
loving her kin, though easy... came with a heavy price.
reveling in the sound of rain drops
tap
tap
tapping...
#identity
#marriage
#motherhood
#silence
#tradition
71 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:30am
23rd Jan 2025 11:30am
Listen to the silence
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to go
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to dream
Take a deep breath to fight against your fears
Live for the moment to understand your destiny
Listen to the silence to find the way
Do you remember when nothing was everything?
Lies,
Cause what sounded good to you determined your choice
Your knowledge is fading, and this battle is just the beginning
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to dream
Take a deep breath to fight against your fears
Live for the moment to understand your destiny
Listen to the silence to find the way
Do you remember when nothing was everything?
Lies,
Cause what sounded good to you determined your choice
Your knowledge is fading, and this battle is just the beginning
#fate
#fear
#LifeStruggles
#silence
#wisdom
119 reads
14 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:13am
21st Jan 2025 1:13am
Even Fire Is In Jest
From the depths of shadow,
I rise, unchained,
A tempest burning in veins,
An echo of stars undone.
Lust and longing,
Ashes and flame,
A symphony of chaos,
Screaming my name.
I am the void,
I am the spark,
In the stillness of the abyss,
I ignite the dark.
But here I’m still burning, alive, on the inside,
So I bathe myself in the murk, in the rot,
The plague come forth like a wave recessing the tide,
Infecting my mind like a virus invoking this blasphemous blood clot.
A shadow of a memory; a fading...
I rise, unchained,
A tempest burning in veins,
An echo of stars undone.
Lust and longing,
Ashes and flame,
A symphony of chaos,
Screaming my name.
I am the void,
I am the spark,
In the stillness of the abyss,
I ignite the dark.
But here I’m still burning, alive, on the inside,
So I bathe myself in the murk, in the rot,
The plague come forth like a wave recessing the tide,
Infecting my mind like a virus invoking this blasphemous blood clot.
A shadow of a memory; a fading...
#faith
#lies
#sacrifice
#silence
#suffering
86 reads
4 Comments
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