Acrostic

What Does Silence Sound Like?
Simply to have never heard, an Instrumental masterpiece with orchestral strings as they sing their arias high, not even the
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Silent Retreat For the Soul
Slip away from the sounds that man has made; for in the silence of the ear, the mind screams Instead, quiet the mind by filling the ears with the
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
SILENCE
SILENCE Silent echoes dance in twilight’s veil, In the hush where shadows softly sail. Luminous dreams weave through the night, Enigmas whisper secrets out of sight. Nocturnal murmurs cradle the unknown, Chasing stars where thoughts have flown. Endless quiet holds a mystery, overgrown.
By Welsh Diepreye about a year ago in Poets
Home to rest. Runner-up in Moment of Silence Challenge. Content Warning.
Surrender, o' beloved. We drift calmly in these waters. Inch closer, my heart; not a ripple nor breeze will find you. Latch yourself upon my breast, gentle drumming precedes your departure.
By H.H. Callaghanabout a year ago in Poets
C-L-A-S-S
C - Caring teacher guiding us through each lesson L - Learning together as a united class A - Asking questions and seeking understanding S - Sharing ideas and growing as one S - Supporting each other in our journey.
By Muraliabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
False Awakening
Somnambulist, swanning through silk silence Invisible is your map of the night Listen to sleep’s pure, phantom poetry Egress from the mundane, it promises
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
A Brief List of Instructions and Suggestions to Enjoy a Moment of Silence
Stop. Indulge: Latte? Perhaps. Eclair. Naughty! Novel. Definitely. Cushion. Easy.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Silencing A Soul. Content Warning.
Sliding between her legs, Innocents flees her body as she turns in, Laying still she runs from his whispers, Escaping to the blackest shadows in her mind,
By Maili Paulabout a year ago in Poets
SOOTHING
Soft sobs gently cease as I sing "Brahms' Lullaby," at the End of the day. while Night descends and changes from restlessness to
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
My Madness
Someone, please speak to me! Intelligent conversation is preferred, but not required. Leaving me alone is not helping. Everything is different and I could use your knowledge.
By Eric Sykesabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting on the kitchen floor at 2:37AM with my overripe bananas. Top Story - September 2024.
So here we are again, wedged In between our problems and the refrigerator. Like that crowded bowl of forgotten fruit:
By J. R. Loweabout a year ago in Poets