Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers
#silence
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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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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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
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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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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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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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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Serrated Echoes
From dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
#lies
#silence
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#manipulation
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Muted Life
A pane of glass separates me from the world. Not literal, though sometimes I wish it were. Easier to explain. This is a different kind of barrier. A film over my senses. The vibrant shades of life muted, the clamor of voices distant, like listening to a symphony through thick walls. I know it's there. I can feel the vibrations, a faint tremor of feeling. But the melody, the full richness of experience, is lost to me.
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
#identity
#separation
#silence
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VIOLET'S TALE
A lady down in Toronto
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
Is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and blood-stained sheets
Our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene we must rewind
The hands of time for Violet's tale
Violet was a silent girl
Grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker
And her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight
But never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did
I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl
She moved out at sixteen
A semi-detached council...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#silence
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DU Poetry : Poems About Silence by Top Critiquers