Least Read Poems About Silence
#silence
Silent Night Divinely
Explosive ciphers of glimmers,
Amid skylines,
Scaled letters of waves,
Tuned breezy curtains,
Whispers of silent nights,
Phantom love making,
Glance of seahorse,
Shimmers of fairy tales,
Debauched visions,
Needy survival’s stroke,
Illusive schemed of confidence
and a blizzard bliss,
Serene tears of happy trails,
Sleepless moon garnished,
Touch of fire….
Exquisite
Resistance,
Cherished Moans..
Persuasive,
Delightful,
Inclusiveness
Amid skylines,
Scaled letters of waves,
Tuned breezy curtains,
Whispers of silent nights,
Phantom love making,
Glance of seahorse,
Shimmers of fairy tales,
Debauched visions,
Needy survival’s stroke,
Illusive schemed of confidence
and a blizzard bliss,
Serene tears of happy trails,
Sleepless moon garnished,
Touch of fire….
Exquisite
Resistance,
Cherished Moans..
Persuasive,
Delightful,
Inclusiveness
#love
#romantic
#wind
#silence
#heaven
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Serenity
Brightly calm and engraved in
Nights of shades and colors,
Thunderstorms,
signs of cold temper,
meadowlands concealed to
Glance of shimmers,
The smell of ginger,
Cocoa and caramel,
Warm kisses,
Alludes coolness of flowers
Endowed sparkles of your eyes
Pierced into my soul and evoked a smile,
Our encounters on this floor,
Sacred,
As we contemplate
vibrations that our body radiates,
Signals of electric mind,
As we cuddle up,
falling asleep in each other’s gasp,
Nights of shades and colors,
Thunderstorms,
signs of cold temper,
meadowlands concealed to
Glance of shimmers,
The smell of ginger,
Cocoa and caramel,
Warm kisses,
Alludes coolness of flowers
Endowed sparkles of your eyes
Pierced into my soul and evoked a smile,
Our encounters on this floor,
Sacred,
As we contemplate
vibrations that our body radiates,
Signals of electric mind,
As we cuddle up,
falling asleep in each other’s gasp,
#love
#kindness
#silence #philosophical
#silence #philosophical
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THE CONSPIRACY CASE: PSYCHO-NOT!
Disposition of the Witness: I was a patient waiting to be attended in the ER Room. I saw with my eyes all the events that occurred since the victim entered the ER all the way until I never saw him again after he was assigned a room. But, this is what I, Cyndi Moone, heard and witnessed the head-doctor tell his student with my own ears and eyes:
If you can’t hear them,
Call it hallucinations.
Diagnose those who do hear
the voice of the underworld
As schizos and...
If you can’t hear them,
Call it hallucinations.
Diagnose those who do hear
the voice of the underworld
As schizos and...
#lies
#corruption
#evil
#silence
#MentalHealth
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The Shape Of Love
I love You is more than a composition,
An essay of intimacy of body,
mind and soul.
The purest of intention,
The incarnation of cravings,
Pierced our sensation.
Clinches
of You and Me.
In this equation,
Mathematicians,
Predictors
Of love’s maturity.
The universe
Of fascination,
The Gravitational display
Of passion,
Transcended
The shape of our love
Into reverie.
An essay of intimacy of body,
mind and soul.
The purest of intention,
The incarnation of cravings,
Pierced our sensation.
Clinches
of You and Me.
In this equation,
Mathematicians,
Predictors
Of love’s maturity.
The universe
Of fascination,
The Gravitational display
Of passion,
Transcended
The shape of our love
Into reverie.
#love
#dreams
#silence
#meditation
#passion
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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
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Unsaid
Choosing not to speak
the chunks of split sentences
become serrated.
I swallowed the words
severing my vocal cords,
drowning in silence.
the chunks of split sentences
become serrated.
I swallowed the words
severing my vocal cords,
drowning in silence.
#choices
#silence
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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
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Check The Bishops Mate!
An arch bishop of Canterbury,
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
#abuse
#HumanRights
#morality
#prison
#silence
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Shaped by Shadow, Touched by Flame
Beneath the heavens rent with crimson flare
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
#fire
#learning
#SelfReflection
#shadows
#silence
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"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
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Vermin
I sit in silence
quiet as a church mouse
while inside my head (mind)
other rodents run amok
noisily gnawing at my sanity
swallowing all but my vanity.
Today,unlike others,for some unknown reason
even the noisy ones bring some peace.
They are just doing what rodents do
nothing more,nothing less.
They deserve a smile and some love.
They take both and leave,
just needed someone to love them.
We all do.
quiet as a church mouse
while inside my head (mind)
other rodents run amok
noisily gnawing at my sanity
swallowing all but my vanity.
Today,unlike others,for some unknown reason
even the noisy ones bring some peace.
They are just doing what rodents do
nothing more,nothing less.
They deserve a smile and some love.
They take both and leave,
just needed someone to love them.
We all do.
#silence
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Game of Silence
Quiet morning breakfasts,
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
#silence
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Silence