Silence Ocean Prayer In the stillness of dawn’s first light, Where whispers of the soul take flight, The ocean spreads its arms so wide,
By Emma RMDabout a year ago in Poets
So very rare, Intimate, and Lovely, when Everything stills, and Nothing interrupts this Calm, true, and healing quiet.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
God Bless my Vocal Homies The readers who offer me encouragement Enlightenment Funny comments on the words that I vomit up
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Poets
Slowly to the floor I kneel, Life whispering like snow falling in the Evening hush of a wintery day, silent Notes prompting stillness and being,
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
She is not bothered In the world of noise and thunder Long ago she lost her ability to hear it Ever since she turned 10 Now, she is happy happy with
By Patti Marrs Magillabout a year ago in Poets
"Silence is golden," they say. I can't hear without technology. Life is challenging that way. Eager to communicate, no apology.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Poets
She rather hides in the lies she once told Immaculate, oh how divine she is, so perfect, so self-controlled Left to her struggles yet no one knows
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
In the silence of unwhispered dreams, I wander, Seeking solace in the depths of my mind, Where tacit journeys silently meander,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
A life withering away like falling leaves, Once vibrant and green, now fading with ease. The autumn breeze carries them to the ground,
i cry, i scream, i write poetry for my dark muse it pleases me more than solving his cryptic clues as mercurial retrogradation comes to an end
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
You know, each person has his own way to go and no one can intercede for you. There are obstacles and spectacular views to enjoy at certain points on the journey.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
In the shadowed chambers of the mind, there lurks a silent thief, Its fingers slender and unseen, tracing the edges of a future unformed.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
