Soft whispers, dead of night In the stillness, peace is found. Love surrounds, hearts at peace, Enclosed in silence, tranquil space.
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
an acrostic poem using the word 'SILENCE'. Sleepiness rests in my body, hanging in the air. Intimate kisses, a whisper, "Wake up, my love."
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes in the shadows I turn toward myself Inside where I hear the mumbles leftover from the day Listening only to what makes me feel special is not easy
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
She breathes stillness in the early hours of dawn and late hours of dusk listening to my heartbeat elegant and enchanting
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Savage snarling slobbering beast Inside me you lurk insatiable Longing to devour me from within Eating me alive, you won’t cease
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction An acrostic in which nothing happens The music is "Silent Scream" by Anna Blue Silence ⚫🖤⚫🖤⚫🖤⚫ Silence In Essence License Echoless Nothing, Condensed Commence End ⚫🖤⚫🖤⚫🖤⚫
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Sit with me a while and I will tether you. Let light land on lips closed. Ease yourself, like dark oil, into what is Not, as
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting in the room alone, waiting for you to come home, I sit holding my pillow, damp from my tears that billow. Listening for your entrance here, for you to say "I'm home my dear!"
By Nicholaus Brownleeabout a year ago in Poets
Since forgiving oneself Is infernally bound to the Lessons darkened in our minds Echoed voices resound Noise blasting sounds
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Slipping into the peaceful embrace Isolated from the standard chaos we face Liaising with my internal discourse Eliminating distractions at its external source
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Some find peace In the silence Like a blanket Encasing the world Nurturing their Calm—some find it Excruciating in its finality.
