Long Poems About Silence
#silence
eventide hymn
"Broken loaves, abundant giving;
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
#night
#silence
#peace #meditation
#peace #meditation
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Night Terror
I want to go to sleep now
But my mind wants to play games
It’s really dark, the dogs they bark
No night ever the same
I feel things as they crawl on me
My scalp begins to itch
My clothes no longer comfortable
Up on the bed I sit
I look out into darkness
Hold the covers to my eyes
I feel a finger touch my back
Jump up, let out a cry
The lamp it comes to life
I look around to a bare room
The room is dim and heavy
Almost like a darkness looms
There’s no one here, he’s out of town
Bring...
But my mind wants to play games
It’s really dark, the dogs they bark
No night ever the same
I feel things as they crawl on me
My scalp begins to itch
My clothes no longer comfortable
Up on the bed I sit
I look out into darkness
Hold the covers to my eyes
I feel a finger touch my back
Jump up, let out a cry
The lamp it comes to life
I look around to a bare room
The room is dim and heavy
Almost like a darkness looms
There’s no one here, he’s out of town
Bring...
#dark
#shadows
#silence #nightmares
#silence #nightmares
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the silent word
"Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more
beautiful than the silence."—Author Unknown
there are some things i dare not say,
for they may pierce too deep
the heart on which their burdens weigh,
when conscience tries to sleep.
let silent inks be golden streams
that flow from gilead
to counteract the verbal screams
...
beautiful than the silence."—Author Unknown
there are some things i dare not say,
for they may pierce too deep
the heart on which their burdens weigh,
when conscience tries to sleep.
let silent inks be golden streams
that flow from gilead
to counteract the verbal screams
...
#strength
#silence
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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[ 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...
#silence
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2020
#love
#BestFriend
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Silence