Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers
#silence
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
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My Castle in the Aire
14/30
My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
56 unique words
My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
56 unique words
#silence
#Buddhist
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
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Silenced
will the wonder ever cease or bring the mind some peace
late night sin fondled in the wind
another's blood coming in
where the loss might begin
one eyed jack when the king is on attack
motions deep with precious hand
queen awaits in faraway land
silence holds the one night stand
but does one stand or even speak
to be bold or to be weak
conscience tolls and all does reek
reel me in to the gates of hell
where fate is first and truth has fell
late night sin fondled in the wind
another's blood coming in
where the loss might begin
one eyed jack when the king is on attack
motions deep with precious hand
queen awaits in faraway land
silence holds the one night stand
but does one stand or even speak
to be bold or to be weak
conscience tolls and all does reek
reel me in to the gates of hell
where fate is first and truth has fell
#friendship
#betrayal
#silence
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5 Comments
Just Because
just because I feel so blue
when I get a headache and sneeze
doesn't mean I will infect you
by blowing bubbles in a kiss
just because I have the flu
staying in bed under the blankets
doesn't mean I will drink the brew
that keeps me awake to fidget
just because I look unkempt
smelling like yesterday's tea
it doesn't mean I didn't attempt
to make myself a little pretty
just because I am a good listener
and answer you with polite laughter
it doesn't mean I don't want you
to listen to me too
...
when I get a headache and sneeze
doesn't mean I will infect you
by blowing bubbles in a kiss
just because I have the flu
staying in bed under the blankets
doesn't mean I will drink the brew
that keeps me awake to fidget
just because I look unkempt
smelling like yesterday's tea
it doesn't mean I didn't attempt
to make myself a little pretty
just because I am a good listener
and answer you with polite laughter
it doesn't mean I don't want you
to listen to me too
...
#silence
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9 Comments
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
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31 Comments
A Gray Day
The dawn was an eery shade of smoke gray.
A storm bruised and seized the sky today.
Haunted by fulfillment or lack of,
Now just cobwebbed empty alcoves in my heart.
I'm half flesh and half hole.
Nature provides those feelings that are missing in the technologically bound soul.
Simplicity transcends.
My mind bends to figure out the summer of ends.
But enchanting was the late August lush leaves
and plump berries of the trusted old crabapple tree.
Alive I feel, like a child, a spirit set free of fear.
As the flap of a bird pounds the...
A storm bruised and seized the sky today.
Haunted by fulfillment or lack of,
Now just cobwebbed empty alcoves in my heart.
I'm half flesh and half hole.
Nature provides those feelings that are missing in the technologically bound soul.
Simplicity transcends.
My mind bends to figure out the summer of ends.
But enchanting was the late August lush leaves
and plump berries of the trusted old crabapple tree.
Alive I feel, like a child, a spirit set free of fear.
As the flap of a bird pounds the...
#trees
#birds
#sky
#silence
#aging
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14 Comments
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
#beauty
#moon
#silence
#tea
#women
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DU Poetry : Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers