Best Quiet Down Poems
Wanting to shrug off this shell, break loose from me
Silence that damn hermit, hiccuping under his tree
Trapped inside too long, dormancy dreams to wake
Disgorging bubbly lava, fills in soporific landscapes
Longing to escape soft tissue, cast off mortal bones
Break shackles of mundanity, rid life’s infernal drone
Out there lies all answers, beyond the hermits void
His space mostly perfect, til our Big Bang destroyed
Go forth and multiply, primal stars hypernova like hell
Filling a cosmos with elements, configuring him as well
Hold your tongue hermit, stop humming about in bliss
Stay quiet down that hole, cease fumbling at the abyss
Deeper and deeper, below where basements depress
Sits an altar of incremental tables, poets go to confess
Forget truths algorithm, they’ll fool any polygraph test
And the hermit lies all day long, he meditates for a rest
Breathe in, breathe out, forget about terminal breaths
Don’t underestimate the ether, chants a monk in Tibet
Fill your mind with mindfulness, peace will set you free
Watch them hiccups abate now, our hermit’s all at sea
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Categories:
quiet down, allusion, confusion, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Silence
Silence can give comfort
It’s a perfect hiding place
Where sometimes we choose to retreat
For hours or for days
But even though we choose to be
Without disturbing noise
This should not mean that we prefer
To be without a voice
A voice to make a statement
A voice to take a stand
A voice that parts not with the truth
When lies are in high demand
Outspokenness is a virtue
When integrity has its back
Why speak out, but when in a jam
We cower and backtrack?
Be silent then, and do not speak
For spoken words will travel
Into the ears, into the minds
They hamper or unravel
Speak up when it will save a soul
When it’s right and justified
No room for cowardice and fear
Their access is denied
Choose for a voice, don’t quiet down
Be bold with grace and poise
And have your silence when preferred
But don’t be without a voice.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
quiet down, silence, voice, words,
Form:
Ballad
Me you come in the dark hour of pain
When howling winds of strife
Threaten your own dear life
And your myriad tears fall as endless rain
To Me you come
You come with the promises of love renewed
Sacrifices of things held dear
Longing to quiet down the fear
And have the vicious storm again subdued
To Me you come.
In the bitter darkness you grope for Me
“Father, answer Thou my prayer,
Now I need Your gentle care.
Your obedient servant I swear to be.”
To Me you come
I then enfold you in your time of need
Wanting so your love to last
I erase your hurtful past
Your fainting soul with my strong love I feed
When to Me you come.
Then along your way comes the joyful hour
Everything to your lips is sweet
And you forget your Lord to greet
You go on in life full of your own power
Not wanting to Me to come.
If you could know how great is my sorrow
To be ignored and forgot
And no longer loved or sought
But I will still wait for you tomorrow
Hoping once more to Me you’ll come.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Published in Youth of the Hour Magazine, a publication for Seventh-day Adventist youth in the Middle East, April-June 1997, along with the article by same title written by the author. No corrections made.
Jeremiah 2: 23- Will a young woman forget her wedding ornaments, or a bride her attire? But my people have forgotten me days without number.
We tend to come to God when we are in desperate need. We don’t come just to revel in Who He is. So many years have passed since I wrote that article about how I was afraid of losing my little daughter to an illness and how I begged for healing, only to forget Him when she got better. We never seem to learn. Some of our most fervent prayers were prayed in the bomb shelters during the civil war in Lebanon. We come to God with shopping lists, requests, rarely….rarely with words of adoration and praise simply because of WHO HE IS! The saying goes…”There are no atheists in foxholes”…..
Categories:
quiet down, god, love, missing, relationship,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I just need to get some sleep,
As I lay here beneath my quilt,
Yet, I know these words will not keep,
By morning they will die and wilt.
Turning on my lamp, hurts my eyes,
As I sit up in my warm bed,
No matter how hard it tries,
The lines won't remain in my head.
The clock says it's after midnight,
But, poetry waits for no one,
I'll stay up until dawn's early light,
Until I can get this poem done.
If I try to write this tomorrow,
The words will have left my mind,
My heart will break with sorrow,
When the poetry I can no longer find.
I've become a tired, weeping willow,
But, I didn't have a choice,
I want to lay my head on the pillow,
And, try to quiet down this voice.
Categories:
quiet down, muse, night, poetry, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
Categories:
quiet down, depression, fear, forgiveness, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
STILL NO ANSWER
I cried and cried until I had no more tears left
but,
still no answer.
I waited patiently and prayed I thought
but,
still no answer.
I pressed in on my knees to HIM and didn’t give up
but,
still no answer.
I thought YOU wanted me
but,
still no answer.
I begged and pleaded please help me
but,
still no answer.
I asked for a touch and for YOUR presence
but,
still no answer.
Lord, are YOU hiding from me again
but,
still no answer.
I not giving up but, I will quiet myself
but,
still no answer.
Then out of my own spirit I hear YOU say,
“I’ve been here all the time, from the first moment
I heard your heart cry out to ME, I’ve been here.
Sometimes child, I have to wait for you to quiet down
and listen for MY “Still Small Voice”, but you see, you
heard ME when “you” were still, I have answered.
Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2, 2015
Categories:
quiet down, absence, miss you, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
I’m still at it.
illmatic.
religious with a pen
Like a nun with a bad habit.
Read between the lines,
I mainline ink
I’m an addict.
I’m not your regular average
I’m a caveman,
a savage.
Smashing with a passion
Til the paper gets ravaged.
Writing on automatic
My autobiographic
Contains graphic rap tactics
My train of thought
Is Confucius
And Masters of the Arts Of Asiatic
My Memory photographic
The talent of my competition
Sporadic
And spastic
Rhyme skills more fake
Than augmented chests made of plastic
My furious five
Will eat you alive
Like dinosaurs
Straight from the Jurassic
I don’t mean to be rude
Got a bad attitude
Not one for carrying a tool
I’d rather bat splatter a dude
That one yak yakkity fool
Test me to press me
You’ll lose more than your cool
Hanging em up in suspension
Back to the classroom for you
I’ve had it with you
This is real writing
No one writes to be cool
What the F is the matter with you
I’m gonna damage
another amateur
Thinking his WordPlay is on point
I live and die within these lines
Writing verses in cursive
While you overlook the point
So let me explain
This isn’t a game.
Welcome to my forum of pain
I learned to smile in the jungle
While living everyday in the rain
You can’t stand the pressure
In the places from which I came
Pressure creates heat
I’ve been refined in the flame
Been refining my name
My bloodline is Royalty
I’ve learned
And turned loss into gain
So quiet down
And stay outta my lane
You’ve now been introduced
To the mind of king James
Categories:
quiet down, rap,
Form:
Free verse
I go traipsing through my little day
Relishing things that come my way
Filling hours and minutes of time
With things exquisite and sublime
I find enchantment in all I see
The wonder of nature that touches me
And I try to forget….
The minutes all go dancing by
I turn my face up to the sky
I invite the sun to ravish me
On Mediterranean bed of scenery
And then I weave a tapestry
With silken word threads of poetry
And I try to forget….
I dance as though I am on fire
To the rhythmic tune of my desire
I put my heart in what I teach
And my soul in what I preach
I welcome twilight; then I pray
And I thank God for my day
I lay sweetly in my bed
Quiet down what's in my head
And I try…..
I really do try to forget…
That you are no longer a part of me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
quiet down, absence,
Form:
Rhyme
Its quiet now, the silence thick
Only my thoughts to make me sick
My head so loud as the voices talk
Back and forth I rock and rock
Shut it off I prey and prey
But no matter what the voices stay
They quiet down, I think they are gone
Finally tired I silently yawn
Just as sleep is about to arrive
The voices awaken, they're still alive
There is no break, they pick and pick
Like the clock on the wall, tick, tick
Truth of their words make my stomach turn
My same mistakes, you would think I'd learn
I'll be alone for the rest of my life
Why would any man want this as a wife?
Fear and anger consume each night
Oh my God, what if they're right?
Happiness seems so far away
Only misery has chosen to stay
My little girl dreams may never come true
They're slipping away but what can I do
But no matter what my life will go on
Despite the regrets that have come and gone
One day maybe it will all work out
Til then I have no hope, nothing but doubt
Categories:
quiet down, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Soupers quiet down, quiet down, dakarai cobb is in for a shock.
I'm gonna smash this clown, so let me metamorphose into the Poetic Warlock.
Soupers put your hands in the air, and chant my name to the sky.
You poets can tell by my demonic stare; dakarai is about to die!!
Give "you" some ammo? dakarai, a true slammer would have his gun cocked and
loaded!
You are such a "lame-o," for I read your comment - clearly noted.
Soupmail after soupmail you begged for a piece of the Poetic Warlock.
But a certain poetess had me under her spell, because of what she did to my c#$k!
You are not a worthy opponent for me, because I only battle the best.
I know you intend to "bite" my poetry, for you notice how I do in each contest!
Matter of fact, do you ever win? Do you ever "place?"
Let me show you my diabolical pen, and what I will do to your face!
First I will staple your lips, then super glue your eyes shut.
I will strangle you with a bullwhip, but not before I kick your poetic butt!
Dude this slam is giving me a raging hardon, tell your girlfriend I said "Hey"
I gave her the nickname "Jaw-bone" and still have her purple negligee.
You called my open challenge a joke, dakarai you just have no clue.
My poetic gun will smoke, and I'll gladly annihilate you!
My poetic vault is filled to capacity, and after I'm done, I'm sending you to the electric
chair!
You have the audacity to ask for ammo for your gun - punk you're not even ready for
warfare!
You're a child playing a grown mans game, and I'm putting you in checkmate.
These soupers are chanting my name, and your "head" they wanna see me
decapitate!
I will take off your ugly head, and defecate down your throat.
You will end up dead fighting a poetic heavyweight, and there is no antidote!
Note: I will enjoy slamming you back to back to back - can you keep up? After I'm
done with you, you'll end up cutting your wrists. lol
Categories:
quiet down, dedication, fantasy, slamme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I am writing to you for guidance if you please,
I’m seeing a Howler Monkey who likes it when I’m on the stage doing my striptease.
I can’t say that he’s not exuberant or that I feel unappreciated,
But when he yells it will scare the pants right off of the uninitiated.
If I’m up in the spotlight, doing the bump and grind or swinging from a pole,
There’s a deafening howl and everyone drops their pants before I reach my goal.
My boss would like it if my clothes came off Instead of those who watch me work.
I’m afraid that he’ll tell my boyfriend to quiet down and then he’ll go berserk.
I know that I’ll never do my best unless he’s there to watch me on the stage,
How can I tell him to quiet down without hearing his howls of rage?
Dear Gentle Reader, you may not know it but I’ve had some experience with peeling.
When I used to come on stage to do my act the apes would stack up to the ceiling.
I would hit the light dressed as a banana and invite them each to tug on my peel,
I’d love to hear them all as they each gave out with a delighted simian squeal.
One night while I was doing the act and about to land a banana split,
I heard a yell from a Howler Monkey coming from the orchestra pit.
His screams of joy were so sincere that I married him the very next day,
My advice to you is to do the same and leave your boss nothing more to say.
And if you keep your job doing the strip or end up writing a column like this,
Trust me when I tell you that you’ll never get tired of hearing his howls of bliss.
Categories:
quiet down, funny, me, writing, me,
Form:
Light Verse
R olling down the freeway, for hours and hours on end
O n our much anticipated family vacation,
A ll us kids were joking, yakking, singing songs and snacking,
D azzled by scenic routes and filled with youthful elation.
T old by Dad to quiet down, we simply couldn’t do it.
R eally, what did he expect eight rowdy kids to do?
I nside that station wagon we were squeezed in like sardines.
P aradise at last arrived: to the restrooms we all flew!
Categories:
quiet down, family, travel,
Form:
Acrostic
" Who is your neighbor"
Falling asleep, listening to an oldies station. Elvis was singing, Burning Love;
" A hunk, a hunk of burning love." Played over and over. I felt like throwing up!
In my slumber, Elvis was my neighbor. Partying all night, with his rowdy band;
Looking over, I saw, Elvis gyrating his hips, with a peanut butter sandwich in hand.
Tired of the noise. I got up and walked to Graceland. Facing huge ornate gates;
Elvis looked, and asked, "Are you the pizza delivery boy? I said, for Pete sake.
"No I'm not!" "Could you, quiet down?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed;
He said, " Do you know who I am?" I'm the king of rock n roll, so kiss my fat a--!"
In disgust I walked away. As the pizza delivery boy walked up to the Gate, I heard
Elvis say, " Thank you very much, thank you very much." As he stuffed his face.
9/6/2015
Categories:
quiet down, hilarious,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m watching TV
You see what I don’t see
I fell in love with the love of my life
I didn’t have a good beginning to be honest
I’m surviving with an upside down frown
I’m surviving with an upside down frown
All my life, you were by my side
Gravity pushes me down down down…
Trying my best
To live free another day…
Without this dread…this dismay…in the Month of May
Havin’ it my way…
Give me the best birthday…
Accept me…
Don’t reject me…
It’s not my fault for my determination
My motivation and my ambition is from God’s intuition
Skinny and buff –
I’m not enuff
So, you’re laughing and laughing and laughing
Spinning and spinning and spinning…
Keep on winning and winning and winning…
Give me free stuff
Give me free stuff
I’m disabled…that’s just a flippin’ label
A funky fable…a jacked-up cable
Scoff and bicker and tell your jokes
Rumor has it that you choked
On your own spit of foolish ****…
Hah! I found that so damn legit
It’s OK that I’m still depressed
I’m still listening to you…processing all I can…
Let me do the rest…I’ll do my best…
My heart is broken down…
Can’t move north, south, east or west…
I’m just empty…penniless…
Take all of me…go ahead!
I love you more or less…
I’ll take my pride and ego to bed
I’m white and proud of it
I won’t quit being legit
So, quiet down…down…
Shut up…just shut up…
Wear your clever clown
I’m punny…whaddup?
I feed the poor becuz I want to?
I love all becuz I need to?
I grew up in a godly community
I’m hated becuz of my humility
I’m wrong all along…
I’m too late…I’ll wait…
I want to belong…
I will be who You want me to be…give me any trait…
I love You
I love You
I love You
So true
So true, you saw me wearing blue
I’m a beautiful farewell…kiss me a higher self-esteem
I’m a nightmare if only you knew
I just want to sit around all day and just sssssssscream!!!!!
Categories:
quiet down, words,
Form:
Free verse
My soul fears it not. It languishes with all I’ve had…
Existence cares it not. You either lose it or add it
My body freezes not , around myself people passing by...
I’ve had this empty spot, easy to conquer, hard to apply..
So I dive inside my self to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
Then I dive into my nature, and I see a man bringing it to closure..
A path he never walked. He searched, and fought,
And at the end, he became a hurt creature in a world of hallow…
He became filled with emotions and people he could never forgive…
So I dive inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
Then I quiet down, I pray, I cry. I force myself to stand up
God! Where can find strength to stop the pain where I weak mostly?
What have I done to my dreamt dreams, which were so happily created, and now
so ghostly lived?
So I dive inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
Suddenly, I close my eyes. My hands tremble , my body stops…
I hear voices inside my head:
“ its your time and is now is too late, you journey is over, this is your faith! Its your
time and is now too late, your dream is over, there is no mate”
So I dive inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
At the end I am Stumbled. I am astonished by the feeling from within
All I have is emptiness. I had it all and never fought.. I saw it all, and never
caught…
I simply stood away, and let it pass by me…Amazingly and free.
I have chosen too much and have so little. I am all alone.
Categories:
quiet down, depression, life, lost love,
Form:
Lyric