Best On The Quiet(P) Poems

It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I don't want to hear what they have to say,
but I guess it is better than the sound
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Another quiet Saturday night...
the silence is deafening
as I sit alone lost in my thoughts.

I feel a chill in the air...
raindrops are gently tapping
against the window panes of my heart
like teardrops gently falling from heaven.

I hear soft sounds…
in the background music is playing
muted notes of faded...

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It is quiet now 
 -the sun moves up the ridge 

Honey crisp scent of freedom 
 -hovers and engulfs the air 

Pangs of pleasure peal 
 -the primrose bows her head 

Yellow paints the morning 
 -the fields are all aglow...

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It's a little too quiet now,
I can no longer hear his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is still prevalent in my dreams.

He died; his soul is in heaven;
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.

His final goodbye...

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The Girl with The Quiet Voice

One of many children
Somehow she was hard to hear
She still craves just a bit of attention
Just a simple “Thank you dear”

A little girl in a photo
From the bottom of the stack
I looked into her eyes
and with sadness she looked back

Years...

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 When I was down in the dumps
I longed to be away from the din of the world
And a quiet place I sought

Nature has always been my refuge

Amid the clump of trees where the wind caresses the leaves
Where birds twitter and trill their songs
Like a...

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A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earthly sound.

The timbered crown held steady 'till it met the tempest thrust.
Though some were felled by Heaven’s flogging, others...

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The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.

Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.

You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone 
but...

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If on this eve of glistened skies
when crystal snowflakes fall
Amidst the hush of tempered sighs
where heartbeat whispers call

Your mind is lost another place
as moonbeams dance above
In wishes that you long to trace
of visions filled with love

Remember as the evening nears
and stars reflect your smile
Within the...

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I told no one I'd seen the night—
how tension breached a sunset start,
how sea had swallowed all the light.
I told no one

the world is glass—a whale is art,
this frame of sky its ancient right,
it plays each game the same—by heart. 

Still moment's pulse too wide...

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You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation

You smile with...

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Caress 
With breathy voice
Undress

Your kiss
Upon my mind
Is bliss

Take all
Upon your bed
I fall


For Nette's Whispers of a Muse contest
By Richard Lamoureux
Written November 26th...

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My peaceful place beside this sapphire lake,
As reflections take on a deep dark blue,
Soft snow sprinkled peaks where my dreams awake
Of the distant mountains through misty view.
My friends, the towering evergreen trees,
A cynosure of strength they lofty stand.
Their ancient heritage my heart does seize
In sylvan...

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Together we would whittle sticks while chewing juicy gum

We would find a place to rest beside a river green and wide

The skies were blue, and tall grass would grow, and brush against my knees

Where willow trees, and dusty trails and nesting squirrels would hide

With tackle...

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She came to me in the noon day sun..
her world wistful, longing for an unsung quiet.

But I would not remain still, nor silent,  
though her hours in life, never meant for long.

Desperately I grasped her up in loving embrace.. 
And in her arms cried,...

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