Poems About Silence Seeking Honest Critique
#silence
Soundless
How can you touch my soul
without uttering a single word?
Not through ghostly whispers
or distant telepathic signals—
but through a silent embrace,
from the vast, echoing void
where thoughts etch themselves
onto the canvas of my heart.
Is it you who whispers to me
across the boundless expanse,
where serenity drapes us
from the crown of my head
to the tips of my toes?
You ask, “Do you love me?”
In that instant, trembling,
I stammered, “I—I—I love you.”
Beyond...
without uttering a single word?
Not through ghostly whispers
or distant telepathic signals—
but through a silent embrace,
from the vast, echoing void
where thoughts etch themselves
onto the canvas of my heart.
Is it you who whispers to me
across the boundless expanse,
where serenity drapes us
from the crown of my head
to the tips of my toes?
You ask, “Do you love me?”
In that instant, trembling,
I stammered, “I—I—I love you.”
Beyond...
#meditation
#silence
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Elysium
Mourning air whispering over me
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
#death
#heaven
#hell
#peace
#silence
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Silence
Words fail miserably
Silent treatment more abstruse
Cryptic thoughts exposed.
Silent treatment more abstruse
Cryptic thoughts exposed.
#haiku
#silence
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Uselessness
I'm from the time
when being Iconic
meant rotating the triangle
on its own axis.
What a timeless memory
of INVERSED ice cream.
Walking in circles,
like a DIZZY cockroach,
without leaving the place...
Not having wings to FLY
when throwing myself off a cliff
but enjoying every second
I have left of air.
Dissipate into AIR
and become MOLECULES.
A cosmic undertaking.
No earthly connection,
just boundless air
floating FOREVER.
when being Iconic
meant rotating the triangle
on its own axis.
What a timeless memory
of INVERSED ice cream.
Walking in circles,
like a DIZZY cockroach,
without leaving the place...
Not having wings to FLY
when throwing myself off a cliff
but enjoying every second
I have left of air.
Dissipate into AIR
and become MOLECULES.
A cosmic undertaking.
No earthly connection,
just boundless air
floating FOREVER.
#identity
#mirror
#myself
#silence
#storm
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Night
I want to break out into the night
Go somewhere far from sight
Drifting into the absence of light
Beyond the reach of the fight
Under the stars surrounded by peace
All the cares and worries come to cease
Hidden from the world, able to release
The company of shadows makes the anxiety decrease
Stillness brings serenity to my soul
The solitude facilitates me gaining control
Free from the weight of playing a role
Recharging the energy that the daylight stole
I'd try to keep moving to stay ahead of the sun ...
Go somewhere far from sight
Drifting into the absence of light
Beyond the reach of the fight
Under the stars surrounded by peace
All the cares and worries come to cease
Hidden from the world, able to release
The company of shadows makes the anxiety decrease
Stillness brings serenity to my soul
The solitude facilitates me gaining control
Free from the weight of playing a role
Recharging the energy that the daylight stole
I'd try to keep moving to stay ahead of the sun ...
#escape
#freedom
#night
#peace
#silence
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Containment
So many surveillance cameras
your eyes on my body
so many ties to undo
my body over your body
so many cutlery on the table
and blood and cups and jugs.
So many watching eyes
your ties all over my body
your body under my body
my cutlery and your food
and blood and chambers.
So many ties to immobilize
your body and my body and both
my blood in full rush
and chambers and bodies and sweat.
There are as many bodies as there are
and the blood on the cutlery
and surveillance cameras.
So...
your eyes on my body
so many ties to undo
my body over your body
so many cutlery on the table
and blood and cups and jugs.
So many watching eyes
your ties all over my body
your body under my body
my cutlery and your food
and blood and chambers.
So many ties to immobilize
your body and my body and both
my blood in full rush
and chambers and bodies and sweat.
There are as many bodies as there are
and the blood on the cutlery
and surveillance cameras.
So...
#BDSM
#forgiveness
#redemption
#silence
#violence
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blind angle
your veiled nakedness
almost sacrosanct
unavailable and silent
washes my sore eyes
makes me tear up
your icy turpitude
cuts out my face
in bands of blue
unrecognizable and
little receptive to pain
your disruptive nudity
glues to the retinas
tears me silently
and is almost colorless
without any corruption
almost sacrosanct
unavailable and silent
washes my sore eyes
makes me tear up
your icy turpitude
cuts out my face
in bands of blue
unrecognizable and
little receptive to pain
your disruptive nudity
glues to the retinas
tears me silently
and is almost colorless
without any corruption
#despair
#identity
#sadness
#silence
#stars
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Weary Eyes
Mourning air humming over me
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
You were all mine seven months ago
I was denied entry
Elysium
Will I see you again?
Each day of mine is closing without light
Where will I rest my head for my eternity?
#death
#heaven
#hell
#peace
#silence
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Life filled with silence
I can't believe your lying there
Silent,
my tears can't cry
You left the life we shared
Endless days after you died
Stars glisten in the night
Please come back to me
I need a sign from you
I miss you, can't you see
One last look at you
As I think back to our lives
I touch your face
Where your spirit lies
They close the coffin
I can't accept your gone
I'll see you on the other side
Silence beckons me, life carries on
Silent,
my tears can't cry
You left the life we shared
Endless days after you died
Stars glisten in the night
Please come back to me
I need a sign from you
I miss you, can't you see
One last look at you
As I think back to our lives
I touch your face
Where your spirit lies
They close the coffin
I can't accept your gone
I'll see you on the other side
Silence beckons me, life carries on
#death
#IMissYou
#lover
#rhyming
#silence
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Unwritten Silence
At the beginning of an unwritten poem
there are colors that the light demands.
The sun, on its golden throne, hides,
letting the non-words flood at night.
In the elongated lines of verse, secrets travel,
in murmurs that witches whisper in dreams.
The goddess, in her silver cloak, awakens,
and in the stars a silence asserts itself.
In this silence that darkness embraces
each star-colored thought intertwines.
For a single verse, in its infinite dance,
can weave the whirlwind of the senses.
And in the stillness of this...
there are colors that the light demands.
The sun, on its golden throne, hides,
letting the non-words flood at night.
In the elongated lines of verse, secrets travel,
in murmurs that witches whisper in dreams.
The goddess, in her silver cloak, awakens,
and in the stars a silence asserts itself.
In this silence that darkness embraces
each star-colored thought intertwines.
For a single verse, in its infinite dance,
can weave the whirlwind of the senses.
And in the stillness of this...
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#silence
#stars
#WritingPoetry
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Squashed
Help is on the way
Person wounded as he lays
Silenced, not to say
Person wounded as he lays
Silenced, not to say
#haiku
#hurt
#mystery
#rhyming
#silence
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A Screaming Wind
His voice hurts her ears.
Piercing.
A mouthy earring.
Dangling,
on the edge of being silenced.
Piercing.
A mouthy earring.
Dangling,
on the edge of being silenced.
#anxiety
#silence
#PowerOfWords #unicorns
#PowerOfWords #unicorns
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DU Poetry : Poems About Silence Seeking Honest Critique