Long Poems About Silence
#silence
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th May 2022 11:31am
7th May 2022 11:31am
between the lines....
not sure how to begin; not sure what to say.... but.... when it comes to certain subjects.... I am not brave....
what am I talking about? what do I mean? these are boundary lines that must be read in between....
*sighs*
not sure how to continue.... and what difference it will make.... but expressing it plain is a reason to internally shake....
the feeling is bone chilling, like a cold windy day; and unable to ever find "shelter"...
what am I talking about? what do I mean? these are boundary lines that must be read in between....
*sighs*
not sure how to continue.... and what difference it will make.... but expressing it plain is a reason to internally shake....
the feeling is bone chilling, like a cold windy day; and unable to ever find "shelter"...
#secrets
#silence
#MentalHealth #suffering
#MentalHealth #suffering
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cabcool
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 4:51pm
14th Jan 2022 4:51pm
silent river
There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river.
We need to go upstream and find out why they're falling in."—Desmond Tutu.
so easily
you pull me in,
calm, cool, calculated;
so greedily
you make me sin,
damn fool, captivated.
and yet you spare me
not one glance,
altho so nearly
i would dance
the...
We need to go upstream and find out why they're falling in."—Desmond Tutu.
so easily
you pull me in,
calm, cool, calculated;
so greedily
you make me sin,
damn fool, captivated.
and yet you spare me
not one glance,
altho so nearly
i would dance
the...
#death
#river
#silence
#fate
#travel
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dumdum10100
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 2:50pm
4th Jan 2021 2:50pm
Awoken
Awoken
Verse One
The booming sound of a drum hidden deep.
This place, for some time, had been deserted.
Into all rooms the music begins to seep.
Can this disturbance within be averted?
Recently, silence has been my only friend.
Should I suppress this rhythm coming from below?
Up through my very core the music does ascend.
Now the reason for my panic begins to show.
Enter a luminous light dancing on the wall.
My eyes were reborn, immersed in the newborn flame.
Upon reflection, I sold my sight for alcohol; ...
Verse One
The booming sound of a drum hidden deep.
This place, for some time, had been deserted.
Into all rooms the music begins to seep.
Can this disturbance within be averted?
Recently, silence has been my only friend.
Should I suppress this rhythm coming from below?
Up through my very core the music does ascend.
Now the reason for my panic begins to show.
Enter a luminous light dancing on the wall.
My eyes were reborn, immersed in the newborn flame.
Upon reflection, I sold my sight for alcohol; ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#silence
#fear
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Stoney223
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 10:41pm
30th Oct 2020 10:41pm
DISENGAGEMENT
Here I am standing on the hill top looking down
at the very existences of the night, as it slowly disengage the depth of the dead of the night filling it with shadows walking around in an mere state of wonderland. Pacing from place to place wondering aimlessly through the stairways of darkness, within the deepness of silent whispers blowing through the trees that have lost there leaves.Yet those same shadows are Seeking and Searching, for that one thing that can feed them in ways unimaginable as it can be, only found in the deepness of the darkness that creeps through the night. Yet as...
at the very existences of the night, as it slowly disengage the depth of the dead of the night filling it with shadows walking around in an mere state of wonderland. Pacing from place to place wondering aimlessly through the stairways of darkness, within the deepness of silent whispers blowing through the trees that have lost there leaves.Yet those same shadows are Seeking and Searching, for that one thing that can feed them in ways unimaginable as it can be, only found in the deepness of the darkness that creeps through the night. Yet as...
#shadows
#silence
#dialogue
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 11:47pm
26th Sep 2020 11:47pm
to no one
i think i once had a broken heart...
i think i was in love once...
i guess it was more about
the great sex -
it's not like we talked much:
she "was" russian
and i "was" a polack...
she might as well have been
a german:
i can imagine how great
it would have been for
the in-laws to have met...
i can only imagine...
thankfully they didn't...
i was once told: if you can't
find a girlfriend in england:
go to india -
advice of a man who
did just that...
i did almost the same... ...
i think i was in love once...
i guess it was more about
the great sex -
it's not like we talked much:
she "was" russian
and i "was" a polack...
she might as well have been
a german:
i can imagine how great
it would have been for
the in-laws to have met...
i can only imagine...
thankfully they didn't...
i was once told: if you can't
find a girlfriend in england:
go to india -
advice of a man who
did just that...
i did almost the same... ...
#silence
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 7:02pm
29th Aug 2020 7:02pm
amoebic minds of noisy pollutional mutations... absolves unto the Silent. Absolute. Truth: LOVE
august mercurial sunshine's an
intense powerplay of switching
degrees & unheard postures in
deadening twinges & brilliant
tinges of a slyly thievishness...
pretty d a n g e r o u s l y
of its quintessence- 'the sunniness' rays it rains...
with sudden sweepy shadowy p(l)ays it swapper sways...
cheap irony. timing the timeless Shakespeare,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time...
intense powerplay of switching
degrees & unheard postures in
deadening twinges & brilliant
tinges of a slyly thievishness...
pretty d a n g e r o u s l y
of its quintessence- 'the sunniness' rays it rains...
with sudden sweepy shadowy p(l)ays it swapper sways...
cheap irony. timing the timeless Shakespeare,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time...
#love
#sun
#silence
#spiritual
#art
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 10:56pm
7th Jun 2020 10:56pm
Silence Of Our Soul Forests In Beckon~ Blooms
1]
.
the longlastingly smitten
southern skies of tonight
...are lit steadfast as palish~ white canvas of the mind
from its still reminiscing jetstream stripes of skeletal skull
..of the shrilly hard metallic sun crop...in an undying holy
vermilion iridescence of its (un)settingness
an eventual eye-to-eye languaging eternity, a 'gandharva'
marrying spectacle of the juvenis skies... in a sun~laden
infusional cynosure
[2]
.
and the...
.
the longlastingly smitten
southern skies of tonight
...are lit steadfast as palish~ white canvas of the mind
from its still reminiscing jetstream stripes of skeletal skull
..of the shrilly hard metallic sun crop...in an undying holy
vermilion iridescence of its (un)settingness
an eventual eye-to-eye languaging eternity, a 'gandharva'
marrying spectacle of the juvenis skies... in a sun~laden
infusional cynosure
[2]
.
and the...
#love
#silence
#nature
#spiritual
#gratitude
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 9:15am
29th Apr 2020 9:15am
Silence Of The Streaming Nights~ in shapes, sounds & more unsaid.. revelatory syncs
the little reptilian in the corner wall slithers
in muted rhythm of streaming waters, a stealthy
silence.. in meticulous sigmoidal wavelets..
[that somehow rapidly links me to a Czech's astounding
nature~ sculpt.. their cross-sectionally hexagonal basalt fingering,
the ‘Varhany’~ pipe organ columns of the once volcanic & now
a static landmark.. as if raising revolutionary hands.. Mansion or
Lord's Rocks of the Bohemian Kamenicky Senov]
perhaps the already hung for long.. the...
in muted rhythm of streaming waters, a stealthy
silence.. in meticulous sigmoidal wavelets..
[that somehow rapidly links me to a Czech's astounding
nature~ sculpt.. their cross-sectionally hexagonal basalt fingering,
the ‘Varhany’~ pipe organ columns of the once volcanic & now
a static landmark.. as if raising revolutionary hands.. Mansion or
Lord's Rocks of the Bohemian Kamenicky Senov]
perhaps the already hung for long.. the...
#love
#night
#silence
#nature
#StreamOfConsciousness
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
1st Apr 2020 8:32pm
1st Apr 2020 8:32pm
[ NaPo 2020 ] In So Many Words
I.
Idled at a crossroads, he's
eyed the old, posted
sign-age; scene: faded
CHILDHOOD DREAMS
LIFELONG GOALS
FANTASIES
painted on arrows
still tacked up
but where these
lead as of late
who knows?
I honestly couldn't tell you
other than a home
skirting suburbia far
removed from Hell
and civilization too
with space enough
between stanzas of poem
to hear himself think
And even though
I call his name
seems I...
Idled at a crossroads, he's
eyed the old, posted
sign-age; scene: faded
CHILDHOOD DREAMS
LIFELONG GOALS
FANTASIES
painted on arrows
still tacked up
but where these
lead as of late
who knows?
I honestly couldn't tell you
other than a home
skirting suburbia far
removed from Hell
and civilization too
with space enough
between stanzas of poem
to hear himself think
And even though
I call his name
seems I...
#love
#BestFriend
#dreams
#silence
#NaPoWriMo2020
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2019 2:37pm
22nd Oct 2019 2:37pm
Of the Existential Maya (which misconstrues Holy Dark Matter Silence as Deathly Greys, but Is There a Death at all?)
darkened tarred roads wink in
wet sticky mirroring amber pillars
…october’s monsoonal twilights’
a stirring chaos- fusing fabric ..of
(bodhi~ in the haunting oddities)
of the long ringing temples bells
in hammering clarities of a sonorous resonance…
with an unclassifiable racing~tranquilly simultaneity
....of a heart-drumming
in a holy worshipping
fervour, a dancing
trance
eaten sudden to a null
yet.. seemingly
a delicate...
wet sticky mirroring amber pillars
…october’s monsoonal twilights’
a stirring chaos- fusing fabric ..of
(bodhi~ in the haunting oddities)
of the long ringing temples bells
in hammering clarities of a sonorous resonance…
with an unclassifiable racing~tranquilly simultaneity
....of a heart-drumming
in a holy worshipping
fervour, a dancing
trance
eaten sudden to a null
yet.. seemingly
a delicate...
#love
#grief
#hope
#silence
#faith
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
Summoning the Spirit of Rin-Tin-Tin
Listening,
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
#grief
#silence
#music
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:55pm
14th Oct 2019 5:55pm
A Little Suspicious
Come pick up the boys at the my local church”
The baby sitter texted me right before I left work,
It was near so I did a quick Google search,
I didn’t have to drive in traffic so it was a nice perk.
But when I got to the parking lot it was for naught,
Nobody was there, except for a lady and a cop,
I drove by with windows rolled down (it was hot!)
Until I realized I had driven to the wrong spot.
“That’s another church a mile away with a similar name”
She said in her next text still waiting for me,
So I peeled out of there now...
The baby sitter texted me right before I left work,
It was near so I did a quick Google search,
I didn’t have to drive in traffic so it was a nice perk.
But when I got to the parking lot it was for naught,
Nobody was there, except for a lady and a cop,
I drove by with windows rolled down (it was hot!)
Until I realized I had driven to the wrong spot.
“That’s another church a mile away with a similar name”
She said in her next text still waiting for me,
So I peeled out of there now...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#silence #patience
#silence #patience
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