Best Hushed Poems
Lived it
Like a daydream
Sunlit!
Faintly
Floated - Befell
Quaintly.
A note
Scented in love
She wrote.
Maurice Yvonne
11~28~2014
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: WHISPERS OF A MUSE
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Delicate amid natures bareness these dreams unfold...
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Breast to breast within passions breath, this rendezvous?!
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Embracing as wanting lips touch to invite, loves tingling desires
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Turning to face this inscription once carved, as anticipations arrival ~
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These hushed whispers in tomorrows promise; kneeling gently refined
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To taste the forbidden fruit of her gardens, temptress flesh...
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Parting the softness of enraptured as, pearls of pleasure ensue
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Caressing two hearts disrobed in sweetened, creamful sighs ~
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Dew drops clinging to the gazing forest; its blanket of bliss to fall
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As crescendo begins to paint its colours, in sixty-nine different hues...
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Silent laughter echoing in the afters, smiling, euphoric moments glow!?
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“Hushed Whispers” ~
Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath violets,
Let me write one everlasting, eternal, immortal verse;
Of the ravaged garden of my life.
I want to hear a bird song when I quietly glide away,
With a sigh, I will lay my pale form down peacefully;
I have willed my Keepsakes and my musing poems,
The Angel of death, will take my hand into another realm;
And the drums of time will cease.
Oh, it has been a life full of happiness entwined with sad,
I have travelled many different roads to get to Tranquillity;
The chapters of my life are full of the dead and undead,
Memories of childhood, family, friends and pets I loved;
The scars of life stab my soul.
I do not fear death and I am ready to go through the gate,
But I will miss nature, the woods and the waters moving;
And as I walk the silent passage alone to my eternal night,
Think of me as being set free and soaring high up above;
I lived a life weather-stained with tears.
Leaving life is something we all must do; it is written,
I was held by a thread in this earthly realm until that last gasp;
Now, all I know is the peacefulness of a leafy tree above,
Drifting blue clouds and rain falling gently on my resting place;
I was a shadow on the wall of time.
Do not weep over my eternal grave heartbroken my dears,
I have followed the beautiful Angels footsteps to heaven;
My poetry is timeless, ageless, and will always remain,
I have shed this earth bound life and I am a butterfly set free;
I drank from the deep blue cup of life.
So come, dear hearts and plant some pretty flowers in Spring,
I am at last united with all my beloved who have gone before;
Touch my name and remember me for my beauty,
And although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;
Now, I exist in another realm.
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August 26, 2015
Poetry/Epic/'Before My Pen is Hushed'
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1216-704-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into FGI Blog Special - Epic
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
if in darkness
i fall silent
shadowless
in the rise
of dawn
remember
my words
as they
fell
When I smell a scented flower,
or touch the petals of a rose,
I feel I'm touching God's face,
And hearing His hushed hello's.
Listen closely and you will hear,
God whispering to you in your ear.
There is no place you cannot go,
without His voice high pitched or low.
Next to a thundering waterfall,
God's powerful voice can be heard by all.
He speaks to you wherever you are,
by a bubbling brook, or a sky full of stars.
To hear God's laughter and merry mirth,
walk through His gardens here on earth.
Where butterflies and bees buzz and flit around.
Listen and feel God's Spirit, dancing to their sound.
In splashing rain, or sunny skies,
in singing birds, or smiling eyes,
God's presence you will sense and know,
when you stop and listen for His hushed Hello's.
on V-day She is
tart, bitter, nutty - all His...
hushed-hushed by Hershey's
February 4, 2021
I, me and myself in the dark stillness
Surfeit with the liberty of absolution
My thoughts float along with the silence
Of the tranquil gliding fish in my aquarium
The moonbeams peeping through the sheers
Are warmed by the glow of the gold fish
I relax on the easy chair with my eyes shut
Soft music plays on welling up my emotions
Its calming effect is soul rending and it works me
To a catharsis with strong currents of rivulets
Bursting down my cheeks uncontrollably
The fish swim in warm waters as I in saline tears
I soak my pensive mood in verses in this hushed night
June 14, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron
She has a voice
to speak her mind
and in this world
she can waste time.
she speaks so low
and so deep
it's almost like she
makes no peep
she only looks up
to speaks to the stars
and she makes them hush
for her, they aren't far
She only thinks to
them as they are
for they are glowing
and only stars
they never stray
or speak out of turn
they are bright stars
and they burn
so hush little ones
in the sky
she says to them
and waves goodbye
Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 21, 2008
I laid my burdens down today.
I prayed graced mercy grant my fade:
Let rushed wind gusts scatter me hushed.
They’ve gone silent
These voices in my head,
For the first time
I don’t remember what they said
Did their words dry up?
Or did my ears decide to not acknowledge them?
They’ve gone silent
I can hear myself think
Dissimilarity for the first time in years
Nothing is being said…
Drifting along,
Looking at everything around me
Searching for the one thing
That will make sense in
Everything that is senseless
Grasping at straws,
Because they looked promising
Only to find out they were
Empty vessels, noiseless drums
No resonance when you hit on them
Like the voices in my head,
They too have gone silent…
Airborne chameleons
in the snow-blown morning:
dull white, grey gulls flying,
silently disappear
against dull white, grey clouds.
Filling my lungs with my first breath
starts the cycle of birth and death.
And startled by life's rakish sounds,
my beating heart rapidly pounds.
A cool breeze evokes such pleasure
it's impossible to measure.
And yet, my gaze goes unbroken;
my astonishment unspoken.
Feelings and sensations abound
within the world that I've just found.
And upon opening my eyes,
anxiety fuels my cries.
Hushed by the sweetest sound I know,
my tears slow to a trickling flow.
For I'd heard that voice in the womb,
chiding me as I kicked for room.
The voice of my mother, to me,
is a source of comfort, you see.
So, I close my droopy lids tight,
yawn, and chase sleep into the night.
I beg for your forbearance
For I have disregarded my faith towards You
I beg for your healing in advance
For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I’m blue
Do you notice that I’m blanketed in deep distress?
My pillow is soaked externally with unsettling tears
My good memories that bestowed hopefulness
Has been meddled with for years
Has been mistreated and replaced by insecure dreadfulness
I need shelter from the tide of despairs and fears
I’m shattered and I’m seeking Your helping hand
Receive my hushed prayer…from your throne in heaven
I’m begging for Your contentment that’s beyond grand
Receive my muffled prayer… or I’ll be stuck in this tarnished den
Do you notice that I’m spinning mad in the rivers of mystifying visions?
My unwavering boat sinks drastically with damaged gears
My bad memories that departed from my missions
Has been discarding the carefree years
Has been neglected and torn apart by dishonorable decisions
I need Your love to embrace me with jubilation and cheers
I beseech for Your mercy
For I have abused my steadfast hope towards You
I look forward to Your infinite Kingdom favorably
For I have admired Your blessings and now my dreams come true!
In Jesus’s name,
AMEN!
In solitude, I find calming breath between spaces
Emptiness filled without the sound it replaces
The silence against time in a rush to conclude
I find calming breath between spaces, in solitude
With these hushed thoughts I give voice to creation
See ink form words full of haunting flirtation
Or quietly smooth out the lived-in rough knots
I give voice to creation with these hushed thoughts
Within sacred walls there are moments of aloneness
Times that life gives itself over to our fearlessness
Pen responds to the dawning light when magic calls
There are moments of aloneness within sacred walls
6-10-2020
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