Poems About Silence Published by Members Recently Online
#silence
PAR
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
81 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
81 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
81 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
whisper room
in my whisper room,
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
#loneliness
#power
#silence
#God
#meditation
223 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
whisper room
in my whisper room,
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
#loneliness
#power
#silence
#God
#meditation
223 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
whisper room
in my whisper room,
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
#loneliness
#power
#silence
#God
#meditation
223 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
whisper room
in my whisper room,
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
#loneliness
#power
#silence
#God
#meditation
223 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
21st Aug 2022 5:32pm
whisper room
in my whisper room,
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
i talk to God alone;
sometimes i know not what to say,
i bow my head and groan.
being all alone
with One so powerful,
i quake to know an Awesome God
can be so wonderful.
for He speaks to me
of seasons yet to come
when, after all this life is done,
He’ll come and take me Home.
“occupy until
I send the latter rain,
when ripe the harvest, that My barns
may burst forth with new grain!”
in my whisper room,
God talks to me alone;
scarce can i...
#loneliness
#power
#silence
#God
#meditation
223 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
I like black and white photography ...
I like black and white photography,
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
#beauty
#night
#silence
#art
#emotions
496 reads
31 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
I like black and white photography ...
I like black and white photography,
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
#beauty
#night
#silence
#art
#emotions
496 reads
31 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
I like black and white photography ...
I like black and white photography,
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
#beauty
#night
#silence
#art
#emotions
496 reads
31 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
12th Jan 2021 10:24pm
I like black and white photography ...
I like black and white photography,
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
There is a nudity of subtle feelings,
There is no color, only a whisper,
In the moment of frozen hands ...
And a look that stopped time,
Like a bridge between someone and a soul,
And day and night, not arguing with me,
Merged in that grace of the living ...
There everything is on a sigh and on the verge,
An unfinished fragile gesture,
And a heartbeat in one octave
Through the shadow that made its way into the light ...
#beauty
#night
#silence
#art
#emotions
496 reads
31 Comments
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