Poems About Silence Published by Members Recently Online
#silence
Unknown
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
#dark
#despair
#loneliness #silence
#loneliness #silence
234 reads
11 Comments
Unknown
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
#dark
#despair
#loneliness #silence
#loneliness #silence
234 reads
11 Comments
Unknown
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
#dark
#despair
#loneliness #silence
#loneliness #silence
234 reads
11 Comments
Unknown
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
What it would be like
If you weren’t even born
You would not even be
A dot scribbled anywhere
Or a number on anyone’s phone
Or remembered by those
Who love you or hate you
Or a name chiseled on a stone
Would they even stop
To tell you they miss you
Or is it the loss they morn
If you were a shadow
Cast on a silver wall
Or pain from a thorn
Would it make a difference
When in the end we are all
Born to live in the unknown
You can...
#dark
#despair
#loneliness #silence
#loneliness #silence
234 reads
11 Comments
In My Arms
Come to bed and lay down your troubles for tomorrow.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
#meditation
#peace
#silence
70 reads
14 Comments
In My Arms
Come to bed and lay down your troubles for tomorrow.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
#meditation
#peace
#silence
70 reads
14 Comments
In My Arms
Come to bed and lay down your troubles for tomorrow.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound.
It is as steady as my affection for.
Close your eyes and feel my lips brush upon your head.
Breath in the essence of me,
And find your calm.
When the sun rises. no one knows what it will bring.
But come to me.
In this bed.
In these arms.
And take my peace.
#meditation
#peace
#silence
70 reads
14 Comments
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
233 reads
7 Comments
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
233 reads
7 Comments
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
233 reads
7 Comments
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
233 reads
7 Comments
Best Absorbed Written
For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
And I was consumed by what I could not compose
My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips
And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence
But art is not meant to be taken but gifted
And although I perceive my poems as weak
I hope you find power within them
For my words in this lifetime
are best absorbed written
#silence
#WritingPoetry
#art
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
233 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Silence Published by Members Recently Online