Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers
#silence
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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Ice Skating On The Moon
Left the earth
on the onset
Tired of all the
blazing sunsets
Left one early
afternoon
Grabbed the
tallest ladder
Climbed higher
and higher
Grew darker
and darker
Looked up and
found my destiny
Now you'll find me
Ice skating on the moon
Falling stars
coasting beside me
drizzled little secrets
bearing a beaming clear
ice cracked dress
named and styled
as an ice empress
Never melting
with light blue ...
on the onset
Tired of all the
blazing sunsets
Left one early
afternoon
Grabbed the
tallest ladder
Climbed higher
and higher
Grew darker
and darker
Looked up and
found my destiny
Now you'll find me
Ice skating on the moon
Falling stars
coasting beside me
drizzled little secrets
bearing a beaming clear
ice cracked dress
named and styled
as an ice empress
Never melting
with light blue ...
#beauty
#moon
#night #silence
#night #silence
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As If I Belong
Shadows of insomnia's embrace
stealing my mind and my dreams
a sweet half of a memory kiss
echoes whispering from cold lips
flesh upon decadent flesh
with a cold cup of death
from the dirt and blood
feeling as if I belong in this place
stealing my mind and my dreams
a sweet half of a memory kiss
echoes whispering from cold lips
flesh upon decadent flesh
with a cold cup of death
from the dirt and blood
feeling as if I belong in this place
#dark
#erotic
#shadows
#silence
#insomnia
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The Song of Boats
In the cove, where the sea and the sky intertwine, the boats dance with the blow of the wind, each sail, a sigh of ephemeral life, each wave,
an echo of time passing away.
Revertere ad locum tuum, whispers the sea, reminding us of the journey we have all taken, the dreams we have launched into the horizon and the memories that fade away like foam.
Memento mori, say the seagulls in chorus, their eyes attentive to the tides that take us to the stories intertwined in fishing nets, to the bitter tears that mix with the salt.
The boats,
like wandering...
an echo of time passing away.
Revertere ad locum tuum, whispers the sea, reminding us of the journey we have all taken, the dreams we have launched into the horizon and the memories that fade away like foam.
Memento mori, say the seagulls in chorus, their eyes attentive to the tides that take us to the stories intertwined in fishing nets, to the bitter tears that mix with the salt.
The boats,
like wandering...
#identity
#death
#silence
#mirror
#despair
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Reticence
Only just a child
latchkey kid run wild
youth forever lost
Far too old when young
baby on a ladder rung
learning to climb alone
Abandoned and unprotected
reticence perfected
survival, nothing more
Building walls for preservation
dependence upon isolation
yet hardly staying safe
Harboured secrets meant to keep
now recalled in unquiet sleep
I suffer still in silence
latchkey kid run wild
youth forever lost
Far too old when young
baby on a ladder rung
learning to climb alone
Abandoned and unprotected
reticence perfected
survival, nothing more
Building walls for preservation
dependence upon isolation
yet hardly staying safe
Harboured secrets meant to keep
now recalled in unquiet sleep
I suffer still in silence
#loneliness
#childhood
#silence
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Ghosts of Stars
As long as night
Exists
We shall
Never be homeless
For this night
Is ours:
A vault
Of
Stars
Or
A starless afar
Extended
Into
Afars with ghosts of stars.
Exists
We shall
Never be homeless
For this night
Is ours:
A vault
Of
Stars
Or
A starless afar
Extended
Into
Afars with ghosts of stars.
#silence
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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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Spy fiction in reverse
.. ...
An underground realm
Peaceful claustrophobia-inducing
When considered metaphorically and literally,...
It is an unreal memory... embedded on my memory,
A storage space for computers,...
For isolationists in the wrong place at the wrong time
Developing skills and creative sensibilities
A repository of all secrets in a kind of a human time-capsule
This site could be just 100 meters away from my house.
So somewhere out there...
There had to be an interesting room...
Where I watched *La Femme Nikita* between...
An underground realm
Peaceful claustrophobia-inducing
When considered metaphorically and literally,...
It is an unreal memory... embedded on my memory,
A storage space for computers,...
For isolationists in the wrong place at the wrong time
Developing skills and creative sensibilities
A repository of all secrets in a kind of a human time-capsule
This site could be just 100 meters away from my house.
So somewhere out there...
There had to be an interesting room...
Where I watched *La Femme Nikita* between...
#politics
#silence
#evolution #sacrifice
#evolution #sacrifice
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The Gate
The gate stands by a field that leads down the slope to a river.
The gate opens with a creak, its wood rough after years of use.
From the gate, one can see the water, smooth, almost silent,
A steady stream that is always there,
A faithful friend, like the creaking gate.
The gate opens with a creak, its wood rough after years of use.
From the gate, one can see the water, smooth, almost silent,
A steady stream that is always there,
A faithful friend, like the creaking gate.
#silence
#nature
#peace
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Trying To Luv You.....
before these tears guide me away
there are things I want you to know
before my path changes directions
and we speak no more of luv
you walk in shadows of disbelief
in deep sacred luv I’ve tried to give you
keep walking away instead of embracing me
just like you always do so selfishly
looking thru tears of my soul
thinking somehow they weren’t real
not realizing they’re from pain you’ve caused
and I knowing you don’t give a damn
I was just trying to luv ya
Inspiration ~ “Just Tryin To Love Me” ...
there are things I want you to know
before my path changes directions
and we speak no more of luv
you walk in shadows of disbelief
in deep sacred luv I’ve tried to give you
keep walking away instead of embracing me
just like you always do so selfishly
looking thru tears of my soul
thinking somehow they weren’t real
not realizing they’re from pain you’ve caused
and I knowing you don’t give a damn
I was just trying to luv ya
Inspiration ~ “Just Tryin To Love Me” ...
#shadows
#silence
#suffering
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A MAN'S THOUGHT
I DECIDED TO WRITE THESE INNER THOUGHTS DOWN FROM A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE 🙏 Here I sit within this lonely room all by myself, yet I am not alone for i know he is watching over me, as I exchange my thoughts with my feelings talking to myself. Yet By myself I feel alone and abandon but i am not alone. Yet as I try to make some sense, out of my inner feelings the process, seems to want to attack me in all directions reopening old memories. For I began to feel even more alone, by myself as my thoughts get deeper with questions that I have no answers. For I never knew how much your feelings...
#LifeStruggles
#silence
#TruthOfLife
#misunderstood
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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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DU Poetry : Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers