Silence Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Silence Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Silence. These are the best examples of Alliteration Silence poems written by international poets.
Written: August 23, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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Saffron swirled silence
Somewhat seem Spellbound,
by the subtle and soft...
surrounding sounds,
and the sensational surreal,
spectacular scenery,
somewhere on the south side...
of- "San Salvador"
Sunbathing in silence...
on the sandy seashore's shoreline,
and sulking up the sunrays,
in the scorching yet soothing
and self-satisfying,
sublime...
sun!
The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
and each influence intrinsically inspect
we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood
if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs
a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts
Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
sit still and hear nature sing
"As the setting sun pours colors on the firmament and the evening dresses up in shades of amber, let hearts sing of the beauty of nature and praise the master craftsman who designs everything" ~ By Poet
On a beautiful evening, sat by the side of a silent lake.
On staring into its still, see- through waters, I saw,
Tiny thick lipped gourami, swimming back and forth
Flashing their silvery scales in synchronized swings.
Swallows were flying to their neat laid nocturnal nests.
In the soothing silence, set free of all strife and stress,
I forgot myself. The sun had soundlessly set in the west.
Copper clouds in chameleon sky were cloaked in cobalt grey.
Henry was harried and haggard.
down, depressed, despondent and desperate
seeking solitude, serenity and silence
he found a haven in the wilds of west woods
the trees nurtured him back to harmony and health
wood nymphs healed his heart, heartily heartening him
he decided to build a life here
among the evergreens, elms, maples and oaks
trees understood him better than any human ever had
his epiphany garnered enthusiasm and energy
the most humane place in the world, he felt
we who knew him before were amazed by his transformation
many followed his lead, moving to the west woods
There are always a few
Troublesome “tickl-ings “
Daringly darting
In somnambulant slumber
Shape shifting shadows
Mocking the moonlight
Creeping through the crevasses
Of literary limitation
Weeping with the whispering words
Subtlety suppressed by silence
Like mice they meander the mind
Seeking sustenance and satiation
Borrowed brown shoes
Dancing in a dusty darkness
When love is too loud, and lurid,
it languishes in lewd, lusty lakes.
When love is silent, and steadfast,
it sings sweetly with soft waves on sea shores.
When love is motionless and mute,
it meanders to black mold and makes miserable, monotonous marshes.
So let me
love thee silently, softly,
with actions,
with adjectives and valiant verbs.
Saying I love you with
kind kisses,
empathetic embraces,
tender touches,
longing looks,
weary work, and
tedious tasks.
An underwater silence full of
graceful gestures and
mysterious moves…
…letting love lead, and last a lifetime.
Not a wisp of wind
disturbs the willows
along the path I walk,
the silence
and the stillness
speak to my hurt
and harried heart;
let hard lessons
learned
flow swiftly down
the soothing stream
to the sea,
evaporating into rain,
returning refreshed
to water virgin dreams.
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" There'll be love and laughter and peace ever after, tomorrow when the world is free, just you wait and see" Walter Kent.
Frustrated fiery feelings.
Anger at all atrocities.
Feeling fire following fast.
Soul’s senses smoldering,
Of outrageous oblivion.
Splinters spear so silently.
And ashes ascend angrily.
Frightening fire flashes.
Suddenly silence surrenders.
Perpetual peace permeates.
Briefly beyond battles.
Contrition captures calm.
Onward obeying orders.
Dutiful dying, deluded dead.
Increases industry's interest.
Soldiers sacrifice so senseless.
Profits push political power .
Wonder was war worth while.
Observed obscene onslaught over.
When will we witness world without wars?
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. . . a souvenir of selfless stars salute,
shine and shimmer.
in a secured state:
silvery shadows share secluded silence,
scintillating, becoming dimmer.
you -
sustaining like a synchronized swimmer,
show me, our syllables still glimmer
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* For Tom Woody *
Author’s Note: In moments of solitude, it’s all about attitude.
Through those moments, you reassured me, and I encouraged you.
Deafening
Disturbance
Does
Dolefully
Dictate a
Detraction
Dancing
Diligently
Despite the
Daring
Departure
Decision; for
Diminution of
Distance,
Derogation of
Distraction,
Depreciation of
Diversion all
Determine
Dedication
Devout
Disciples
Douse in
Dreams of
Deity in a
Developing
Delicate
Silent
Desire towards
Delightful
Devotion of the
Divine
Aah my sweet summer love
My spring love My autumn love
Winter love forever more love.
I do so much adore love
Ma amour my love.
Sumptuous Succulent satisfying
Sunday love Saturday love.
My nothing greater from the
heavens above love
The love I love to love I think
Most of every day my love.
All year around the clock love
You are my sure love my core
Love my heart come apart when
Your not near love
Be right here my love. So
Entranced by your passion
Fascinating silence and beauty
Of roses and sacred nights and
Poses of love my belove can't
Get enough of your love my
Love.
With words and vows
Of friends and foes
In each and every matter
I vow by Lord!
From Eden Yard
I'll write thee a letter
Of eves of blooms
In hues of glooms
In morning dew
In hovering dooms
In world and heavens matter
I'll write thee a letter
I'll ask dawn and dusky hues
To write a letter
On the waves
For centuries waited
I on shore
And searched thee
In the woodland caves
No answer came
No answer came
With quills of clouds
And teary ink
To thee I write a letter
Will thou me tell?
O gloomy bells!
Have ever seen
Thou in the world
The one who
Keys of heaven sells
If you can't see
If you can't sell!
Then I'll tell you better
I will write thee a letter
Of all the gloom
In sunken heart
Which broken dream
Thy soul hath fraught
What God in Book
On heavens wrought
In each and every matter
I'll write thee a letter
SIBILANT SESSION
Struggling in simple silence
Sudden static sounds survive
Supplanting a sort of serenity
Serving to satisfy the several
Sulking in sole secluded state
Seriously spiteful in severance
Still seething, seeing something
Senses stealing any sensitivity
Stopping a shiny silver smile
Sending signals to slowly sink
Submerged in silent salty seas
Sibilant souls sadly surrender
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
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March 23, 2018
Poetry/Allitertion/Dark Dreamy Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1484-459-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022
First Place