Long Poems About Silence
#silence
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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2 Comments
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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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 11:31am
21st Aug 2019 11:31am
ZUBOSHI
palish last drop
of the dripping in ‘natural pure’
such law-abiding corporate honey
...gotten over this morning
nearby outside in the fields
the blaring fantaish-bud bloomed
skinny rustic pomegranate branches
hold the honeybees in buzz, a
congregating chaos
in their own-honeycombing
homecoming for three newmoon
stints, ...and there below
hangs a skeletal comb
of their ancestry
in a linking continuum ..a
mummified reminder
of sorts
their ...
of the dripping in ‘natural pure’
such law-abiding corporate honey
...gotten over this morning
nearby outside in the fields
the blaring fantaish-bud bloomed
skinny rustic pomegranate branches
hold the honeybees in buzz, a
congregating chaos
in their own-honeycombing
homecoming for three newmoon
stints, ...and there below
hangs a skeletal comb
of their ancestry
in a linking continuum ..a
mummified reminder
of sorts
their ...
#identity
#silence
#nature
#peace
#spiritual
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3 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 9:44am
17th Jun 2019 9:44am
The land that lies
Happy dancer, singing songs,
Knowing that the end will come;
But which is the end and which new beginnings?
Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?
This all started a long, long time ago,
When I thought I was winning, but now I know.
Remove the light from around her;
It has no use in being my magnet.
Turn the music off, for I am empty
And she could only ever be tragic.
Dancing alone at the end of the night,
Crying in the morning as I lie.
She is only looking lost,
Whilst I am truly falling. ...
Knowing that the end will come;
But which is the end and which new beginnings?
Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?
This all started a long, long time ago,
When I thought I was winning, but now I know.
Remove the light from around her;
It has no use in being my magnet.
Turn the music off, for I am empty
And she could only ever be tragic.
Dancing alone at the end of the night,
Crying in the morning as I lie.
She is only looking lost,
Whilst I am truly falling. ...
#anxiety
#love
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#silence
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Pepperdust
Poem Published
2nd May 2019 2:59pm
2nd May 2019 2:59pm
The girl in the room
Words don't matter when pervertion deafens your soul.
I said and repeated "no, please, no" but I never screamed.
Maybe I should have, even though I think it would make no difference. Sick bastards never listen. Or maybe they do, but I guess they like making us beg, a fucked up way to feel powerful.
So I became silence, nothing on my head but my blood flowing, my mouth as a graveyard of my emotions, not a single breath escaped as if I was dead under your movements, that as the only sound in that dark room. I think there was a window there somewhere allowing the moonlight in...
I said and repeated "no, please, no" but I never screamed.
Maybe I should have, even though I think it would make no difference. Sick bastards never listen. Or maybe they do, but I guess they like making us beg, a fucked up way to feel powerful.
So I became silence, nothing on my head but my blood flowing, my mouth as a graveyard of my emotions, not a single breath escaped as if I was dead under your movements, that as the only sound in that dark room. I think there was a window there somewhere allowing the moonlight in...
#dark
#abuse
#silence
#tragedy
#hurt
459 reads
3 Comments
BrandonBuckingham
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2018 2:30am
3rd Dec 2018 2:30am
One Day at a Time
Click the link below to listen to the poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abPyUnG8wVI
Lyrics:
Seconds turn to minutes my days are old im at my limit
This life that ive been living makes me question my existence
Been walking down the right path but every night I pass is no different than the last I’m giving in I’m giving in x2
The hourglass shines blurred lines surprise the mind I’m fine at times
When I wine and dine food for thought I’m losin sleep over confusing speak I wanna bruise the speakers
Abusive deliveries I’m given the men...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abPyUnG8wVI
Lyrics:
Seconds turn to minutes my days are old im at my limit
This life that ive been living makes me question my existence
Been walking down the right path but every night I pass is no different than the last I’m giving in I’m giving in x2
The hourglass shines blurred lines surprise the mind I’m fine at times
When I wine and dine food for thought I’m losin sleep over confusing speak I wanna bruise the speakers
Abusive deliveries I’m given the men...
#death
#silence
#despair
#FeelingLost
#suffering
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 10:31pm
27th Nov 2018 10:31pm
The Mortician
The sun had reigned throughout summer’s dusking day. Windy it was as it raked through the grass needles carpeting the graves, save one with the scent of fresh turned earth. The occasional clouds dancing with the sun had shown a mosaic of shadows, crossing the graveyard all day. A Blue Jay had come to rest upon a tilted tombstone coated in moss. Its carvings faded; the name of its entombed cadaver still legible. Our Mother …can be made out. The songbird with its perky crest; blue, white, and black plumage; calling to its young fledglings to feed them. Its beak darting east then west then...
#grief
#death
#shadows
#silence
#scary
734 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 4:56am
15th Nov 2018 4:56am
Falafel Distractions
Falafel Distractions
A burgundy sparkle is reflected in her dark eyes. Their lives are adrift in this culinary moment. They find solace in falafel distractions. Tofu sautéed in soy sauce provides the deception that it has a flavor of its own. Slippery words spill across the table to stain the empty canvas of their virginal encounter. First impression mirages glimmer across the linen tablecloth ocean. In the distance, a foghorn tells them they are too close to the shore and in danger of being shipwrecked. But they hold onto the ritual of dating like capsized sailors on life...
A burgundy sparkle is reflected in her dark eyes. Their lives are adrift in this culinary moment. They find solace in falafel distractions. Tofu sautéed in soy sauce provides the deception that it has a flavor of its own. Slippery words spill across the table to stain the empty canvas of their virginal encounter. First impression mirages glimmer across the linen tablecloth ocean. In the distance, a foghorn tells them they are too close to the shore and in danger of being shipwrecked. But they hold onto the ritual of dating like capsized sailors on life...
#loneliness
#romantic
#silence
#alcohol
#food
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Tuncs
-Alice-
-Alice-
Poem Published
9th Nov 2018 4:41pm
9th Nov 2018 4:41pm
2012
a heavy beast, feasts at night. where his wrong doings are out of sight.
a crushing grip, your instant guilt trip. mind stops to offer censorship performance at day,
giving no inclination to those around who trust
or maybe he’s troubled, in a disposition, face shows a life of rust
you ponder from time, your minds against you and fighting just won’t do
but you fought hard that night, your life changed instant, you're crying all night through
like a scratched record, playing over and over, a tortured...
a crushing grip, your instant guilt trip. mind stops to offer censorship performance at day,
giving no inclination to those around who trust
or maybe he’s troubled, in a disposition, face shows a life of rust
you ponder from time, your minds against you and fighting just won’t do
but you fought hard that night, your life changed instant, you're crying all night through
like a scratched record, playing over and over, a tortured...
#dark
#silence
#rhyming
#shame
#emptiness
624 reads
george4man2box
Poem Published
29th Oct 2018 9:28pm
29th Oct 2018 9:28pm
Marauders On A Night Raid
(alternately titled ringleader Harris hooligan,
Hence, any resemblance
between characters port
rayed, and living persons
purely coincidental.)
Claim to fame creating
an overnight sensational
boom town explained
by lodestone of zinc
while the town
crier fast asleep
(until next to last 21st sentry
caught up on
much needed
protracted wink),
his dreams informed
him of a getaway,
whereat just
with mental power to think,
could render forth...
Hence, any resemblance
between characters port
rayed, and living persons
purely coincidental.)
Claim to fame creating
an overnight sensational
boom town explained
by lodestone of zinc
while the town
crier fast asleep
(until next to last 21st sentry
caught up on
much needed
protracted wink),
his dreams informed
him of a getaway,
whereat just
with mental power to think,
could render forth...
#dark
#shadows
#silence
#hypocrisy
#sacrifice
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aDirtFlower
Poem Published
19th Aug 2018 2:23am
19th Aug 2018 2:23am
Madame Silence
Madame Silence loves to speak to me,
As she sings to me every thought to think
And every tune to hear before I have time to blink.
It is then that I think these thoughts Madame Silence loves to see.
I miss you, y'know, as I listen to
Your heart beats beating sounds so new,
And then I hear the sound of you,
Madame Silence beside me.
It is you and me and Silence between
Us two. Nothing but infinite space
And infinite noises in this silent place.
Tell me, with the Madame so near, what her words mean.
I miss...
As she sings to me every thought to think
And every tune to hear before I have time to blink.
It is then that I think these thoughts Madame Silence loves to see.
I miss you, y'know, as I listen to
Your heart beats beating sounds so new,
And then I hear the sound of you,
Madame Silence beside me.
It is you and me and Silence between
Us two. Nothing but infinite space
And infinite noises in this silent place.
Tell me, with the Madame so near, what her words mean.
I miss...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#breakup
#silence
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Silence
