Poems About Silence Published by Members Recently Online
#silence
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:53pm
Yesterday 12:53pm
Stillness of Waters
Stillness of the waters
through rustling memories
and the leaves symphony
beneath the frost
awakening blankets
of sleepy time moss
in nature's serenity
through rustling memories
through rustling memories
and the leaves symphony
beneath the frost
awakening blankets
of sleepy time moss
in nature's serenity
through rustling memories
#nature
#philosophical
#silence
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
544 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st May 2023 00:25am
21st May 2023 00:25am
overheard on a bus
there is nothing left to say, except
that this is where it stops ..”
that this is where it stops ..”
#silence
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2 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
A Poem
I can hear your towered knelling
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
#silence
#nature
#SelfReflection
484 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
A Poem
I can hear your towered knelling
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
#silence
#nature
#SelfReflection
484 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
5th Nov 2021 5:01pm
A Poem
I can hear your towered knelling
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
Through the silence you think I am
Reverberations smudged by distance
Meanings buried in sham
Just a pebble cast into a pool
The splash then rippling on
Weight lost beneath the surface
Til once more it spreads out calm
*
I've watched fish darting in the stream
A flashing silver sheen
I've watched hawks circling way on high
Too far to hear their cry
In the silence I'm free
I can...
#silence
#nature
#SelfReflection
484 reads
6 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 4:12pm
11th Apr 2020 4:12pm
Earworm
I´ve got an earworm pulsating in my brain
It's more an annoyance than actual pain
Unsettling how it enters again and again
What an odd melodic way of going insane
Here slithers in another dadoodoodada
My consciousness stuck in the land of la la
Last night three dogs a howling Shambala
This morn some godawful song with Saga
Is there medicine for a rhythmic condition?
I mean is it even a recognized affliction?
I would pay real money for a prescription
Give me Frieden from Nicole's Ein Bisschen
It's more an annoyance than actual pain
Unsettling how it enters again and again
What an odd melodic way of going insane
Here slithers in another dadoodoodada
My consciousness stuck in the land of la la
Last night three dogs a howling Shambala
This morn some godawful song with Saga
Is there medicine for a rhythmic condition?
I mean is it even a recognized affliction?
I would pay real money for a prescription
Give me Frieden from Nicole's Ein Bisschen
#silence
#peace
#music #escape
#music #escape
486 reads
8 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 4:12pm
11th Apr 2020 4:12pm
Earworm
I´ve got an earworm pulsating in my brain
It's more an annoyance than actual pain
Unsettling how it enters again and again
What an odd melodic way of going insane
Here slithers in another dadoodoodada
My consciousness stuck in the land of la la
Last night three dogs a howling Shambala
This morn some godawful song with Saga
Is there medicine for a rhythmic condition?
I mean is it even a recognized affliction?
I would pay real money for a prescription
Give me Frieden from Nicole's Ein Bisschen
It's more an annoyance than actual pain
Unsettling how it enters again and again
What an odd melodic way of going insane
Here slithers in another dadoodoodada
My consciousness stuck in the land of la la
Last night three dogs a howling Shambala
This morn some godawful song with Saga
Is there medicine for a rhythmic condition?
I mean is it even a recognized affliction?
I would pay real money for a prescription
Give me Frieden from Nicole's Ein Bisschen
#silence
#peace
#music #escape
#music #escape
486 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Silence Published by Members Recently Online
