Long Poems About Silence
#silence
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
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
Of The Bowels of the Earth
Beneath the stones where silence keeps
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
#curse
#dark
#death
#shadows
#silence
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cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:04am
22nd Feb 2024 2:04am
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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cabcool
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 9:58pm
28th Sep 2023 9:58pm
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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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
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
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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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Silence
