Silent One Poet Free verse

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For Edward Ibeh's Pick a Title poetry contest. 19 May 2024

Supine, Looking at the Sky

I never thought I'd turn into a flower,
supine, looking at the sky,
sometimes vibrant, but so fragile -
with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart.

My eyes gaze at timeless horizons,
resembling fragrant pages of my poetry.
My verses are like a bouquet of emotions,
an abundance of fresh pastels,
which sometimes bleed dark and deep.

I'm well versed in the beauty and ugliness of silence.  

Not all is hidden behind metaphors.
It's simple to gaze at stars for our musings.
Yet, in the glowing garden of the poetic gardener,
my bottle of tears cannot save my cursed orchids,
trying to blossom despite unrealistic hopes.  

I search the sky for heaven
on days when the sun does not shine.
I wonder if the sombre rain has arrived
to wash away all my sorrows.
I'm afraid of the sky's shades, moods and tantrums.
The weather's black velvety emotions are a reminder,
how the season's of life can massacre my oasis.

What is my life,
but an anthology of dead poets,
empty promises and forgotten dreams,
like a plethora of pale petals.

Who will sit and listen, if I tell my story.
What will the clouds carry with them,
what whispers will the winds keep secret.

A blank page is my destiny with invisible ink -
after all, doesn't everything die?
Except eternal love.
But is it a blessing or a curse.

It's that time of the year again,
when roses wither for winter.
I'll never forget how well I suffered,
despite regretful nostalgic murmurs,
constantly echoing irreparable losses,
when paradise faded away from my grasp.

I'm tired from lying flat,
yearning for my posture to become upright.

As twilight brings darkness
and I can't see the moon,
an aromatherapy of vintage memories,
ignite into a hell of confusion,
especially the lyrics of that song,
where you think it's been written about you,
which is a timely reminder, 
there are things in life I need to forget -
to let go and not to fade like a silent petal.

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Edward Ibeh July 1, 2024 at 5:13 AM Brilliant poem with captivating imagery, SO. Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest!

Crystol Woods June 26, 2024 at 11:09 AM "there are things in life I need to forget - to let go and not to fade like a silent petal." This made me think of that feeling one gets when we hold on to a past hurt because without it we feel invisible. It becomes who we are in our future. So who are we of not for that pain? Lovely writing as usual... gripping. Xoxo

Unseeking Seeker June 26, 2024 at 8:46 AM “I'm well versed in the beauty and ugliness of silence” ~ mixed emotions here, Silent One. Embrace the positive, discard the negative. Beautifully penned as always. A deep, soulful write. Warmest congratulations on your win

Tonye George June 25, 2024 at 9:12 PM Congratulations on your win Dear Silent.

Tonye George May 23, 2024 at 7:30 PM The memories make life worth it. We use them, hence there's as much gain as it is loss. So let's bleed if it makes us remembered forever. And yeah! A thing that lasts as eternal love is the poet's creation and the poet. "an aromatherapy of vintage memories, ignite into a hell of confusion." Too powerful.

Sotto Poet May 23, 2024 at 6:51 PM I found your writing to be incredibly impactful, particularly the conclusion that exuded wisdom. The dialogue of emotions within the piece was splendid. The way you seamlessly wove together the title and words was unexpected and impressive. I sensed a deep sense of frustration in the poem, which resonated with me. The emotions were expressed with such grace and wisdom, capturing the essence of being stuck in a difficult situation. This is a Fave

Paige Hind May 22, 2024 at 1:24 PM Powerful writing, I loved the end, a wise conclusion

Duke Beaufort May 20, 2024 at 6:44 AM SO, your title and words are very well intertwined and an unexpected take on the picture. I feel as though the poem expresses a lost of frustration. It's something when we're stuck in a situation...my goodness such emotion and so well expressed. It captures it all with grace and real wisdom.

Ink Empress May 19, 2024 at 1:01 PM Empty promises and forgotten dreams, one that many can resonate with, i think, this feels like another one of those soulful poems that comes from a deep place, just naturally from your poetic pen that inks nothing but emotions that would move any reader! I loved the slight alliterations as well as metaphors and how it gives an introspective touch on what life has become and how so many has disappointed the writer, as in, leaving an anthology of dead poets, how powerful is that! I felt this poem. Theres so much conveyed here in the most impeccable manner making sure that your lines flow with one another. “Except eternal love. But is it a blessing or a curse.” A question to ponder on! “ I'm tired from lying flat, yearning for my posture to become upright.” i felt the exhaustion as i read that! “ I can't see the moon, an aromatherapy of vintage memories, ignite into a hell of confusion,” whoa! This left me feeling so much as always dear silent one!

Andrea Dietrich May 19, 2024 at 9:26 AM I love this one, Silent One. I was thinking for a moment you were giving an example of your own contest and then realized it was for Edward's contest, right? I really enjoyed your own contest theme as well as Edward's

Jennifer Proxenos May 19, 2024 at 8:13 AM 'What is my life but an anthology of dead poets, empty promises and forgotten dreams' sprung out at me, what happens one day to my poems, yours and everyone else's' - will we become history just a bygone memory - will our poems live out their numbered days on dusty shelves, will we be forgotten or remembered . Silent One this is a very thought provoking poem, I have so enjoyed this write. blessings my friend Jennifer.

Vijay Pandit May 19, 2024 at 6:15 AM A dialogue of splendid emotions, SO--gazing at the timeless horizon, as you say. And thoughtful introspection: What is my life, but an anthology of dead poets, empty promises and forgotten dreams, like a plethora of pale petals---