Succumb to your inner spirit - let go - Intrinsic matters no longer important (maybe they never were) Lean in longingly to the vast chasm of noiselessness,
By Grz Colmabout a year ago in Poets
S ilence is a soliloquy I mparted by the mute L oudly unheard E nhanced by gestures... N attering hands C hattering to the deaf
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Staring at my phone, regret seeps in I know I’ve messed up, my soul heavy with sin Let's talk this over, don’t let this be the end
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Poets
Silence is hard to achieve when your mind is overthinking Is it time to chill with my homies? Looking at social media gets me overwhelmed
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets
Sit here, on this rock. Imagine the messages Left by moss and ants, Etched and notched and grooved. Noiseless inscriptions
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout a year ago in Poets
Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Should you ever feel a qualm, In tribulation, cease the harm. Let your worries empty thus: Enlist the help of peacefulness.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
standing, thigh high in snow, in unison, we turned, mother and I, like two tuning forks leaned in toward vibration every deer in earshot could hear our steps and hear them stop
By Jen Parkhill “JP”about a year ago in Poets
Sit with me in the chair while I cut your hair; I will listen to you but not say a word. Let me coax your follicles into ordered shapes;
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Silently sobbing Inside bereft Lonley, forlorn Everywhere ... nothing Nothing to cling to, to hold Coffin just sits there
She floats upon the deep blue instilled with a tranquility to rival the night sky, listing starboard to peer into her reflection -
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
Stillness. Incredible how still and quiet…how I wish it could be longer. Lingering, suspended pause. Everyone is out, busily doing things,
By Lisbeth Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
