Best Remains Poems
"THE ONE WHO REMAINS SILENT"
visions of happy encouragement and
loving growth I had been seeking-
I'll never know his name,
but it's just the same
he was the first who welcomed me...
for he was writing...and- I was writing…
and we were both writing for the exact same purpose,
intentions to enhance our passion for writing;
he has inspired that purpose in me with
a gentle reminder-
“the One who
remains Silent speaks
volumes in his
words”
many thanks Sir...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: December 18, 2015
Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows
landing hits brother in wicked deeds
evilness within mans own soul
Cruelty crawling inside desires
suffering greed of nations they plea
Rise up against nations man at war
tearing asunder God's creation
People slowly murdering loveless
Pride a sinful act of violence
laced with pain destroying pure love
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing
caring free, in this one, big show rolls
Keeps turning, the wheel of hope
whom will speak, as we all become part
of his heavenly dust in the end
or burning remains of hell's fire
A Collaboration w/Silent One
Flowers you placed on the window
now wilt, crumbling in my palm
Their scent seems to have transcended,
accompanying you to the heavens
Your fragrance still lingers,
sometimes I hear you whispering my name
Shadows in the garden appear ... and disappear,
maybe hiding in an overgrown, decaying garden
Dusty photos filled with memories,
show happy faces full of love
Now this face is engraved with fatigue;
lost in realms of profound sadness,
as constant misery poisons these veins,
disabling the mind into a sombre retreat
Unsweetened taste grace my lips
in the land of the living,
bitter regrets darkly shadow my mind
Feeling your loss deeply,
as the pain gains more barren ground
In this accursed place of perpetual sadness,
I dwell alone in a house of desolate walls
Though they talk sometimes ...
I hear you whispering my name at night:
You say come to bed soon,
put your sorrow away
and lay beside me, my love
rabbit tracks darting coming to an end
saga scripted in relief...
wing imprints in the snow
03.21.2019
Writing Challenge 4, March 2019 - Kimo - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
You died.
And nothing happened.
No whisper.
No light.
No shift in the air.
Only the room—
exactly as it was,
minus you.
I stood there,
expecting something.
A crack in the fabric.
A sign.
A sound.
Anything.
But all I found
was stillness
carrying on
without effort,
without care.
They spoke your name
as if it held weight.
But even that faded
before the echo could finish.
No afterlife.
No message.
No you.
Just a body
emptied
and a silence
that doesn’t remember
what it’s missing.
Grief isn’t proof of love.
It’s the body glitching,
trying to react
to an absence
too complete to comprehend.
You are gone.
And the world
never noticed.
And soon,
so will I.
So will all of us.
Forgotten,
unmarked,
folded back into nothing.
Exactly where we came from.
My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.
The embers of my burning words
wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a lover’s crumbling skeleton.
A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me,
shattering the dam of tranquility.
I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there.
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind,
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.
Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.
Back and forth, back forth it goes...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.
Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...
Silence has blocked your ears.
The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others.
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain.
I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.
Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing.
Hear nothing. See nothing. Say nothing.
Then wait...
Can you feel me now?
As nothing touches you.
*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me. Thank you, Catie.
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Darkness you have a funny way of shading the light
colour coding from such a pit spinning the web of deceit
clouds within suffering victims cry to the heaven's
Shame on such corrupt souls poisoned by lies
twisting truth shows bad manners condemning justice
to speak correctly false faced inside forked tongues
Where the poor are heavily burdened inside such greed
values no longer hold the ground to address this shift backwards
principles are darned from the fabric sewn into morality
Backwards thinking science crosses a great divide in society
slavery is rising fast where the toils of labour have been reduced
to crusts little crumbs are being swept away like worthless pieces of dust
~The ONE who remains SILENT II~
Original Poem written: December 18, 2016
I've written it before, and I'll write it again...
~My own personal quote~
“The ONE who remains SILENT, speaks volumes with his words.”
I don't wish to know his name, it doesn't matter to me at all.
to be so compassionate and listen to the voices that go unheard,
the grace, skill and virtuosity he holds while his silence enthralls.
I'm not afraid to express my gratuitous
tidings and respect for the man who needs no name.
To be so graciously talented and expressive through his passion to write. A haiku or a free verse, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that his encouragement flies freely for many poets, and he creates a fellowship built upon righteousness and justice.
He believes in fellow poets and his constant positive feedback is valued by many.
He carries an inspirational flow to his poems,
a man so quiet, yet never goes unheard,
His inspiration keeps our focus growing,
“the ONE who remains SILENT speaks volumes with his words.”
see it everyday
silence speaks so many words
genuinely cares
~Date Written: February 22, 2016~
“The Promise that Remains”
It doesn’t matter that we have yet to met,
I know that you and I have something special
There’s a promise that will always remain,
You have my word to be there for you.
Always.
You keep from my dark past
With the kindest words I’ve ever heard
No matter what, our promise remains.
Even though, I don’t understand how you
Can so willingly put trust in God.
Thank you for treating me no
Different than those who do.
With every question, you always
Have an understandable answer.
I thank God that we somehow
Met. Without you, I’d be crazy.
Miles separate our bodies
But we always understand each
Other. When you write of heartbreak
And pain, your words ring true.
Whenever you need someone to
Talk to about issues you face or
Someone to just joke around with,
I will always listen.
This is a written promise to you
That can’t be broken by anyone.
As years go by and lives change,
This promise will remain.
It’s been a year but this feels
Like forever. Within this short amount
Of time, our friendship has blossomed.
And, my promise still remains.
Memory fades like an old photograph
Primary colors bleaching out to brown
sharp edges melt like the sound of a laugh
lost in a sea velvet fog flowing down
round distant echoes of a pilgrim’s staff
submerged in the deep, still, silence to drown
in solitude. Only the word remains
to pass on the truth in mustard seed grains
Inspiring faith in life beyond the grave
propounding an irrational thesis
not provable but with power to save
through prayer defying analysis.
The everlasting word a Man once gave
to us before his metamorphosis
made it manifest in all its glory
truth to tell a magnificent story
The pain and the anger invading your heart
could be overwhelming and tear you apart.
You choke on emotion, you feel it arise,
It comes unrelenting to moisten the eyes.
Alone and bewildered, there’s no one at hand
to bring you some comfort, who would understand.
There are no illusions; you hope and you try
but when there’s no answer you ask only why.
You dwell on the sweetness of long tender kiss
the nights filled with passion and all that you miss
but now there is nothing to brighten your days
your heart still accuses in so many ways.
You should have stayed faithful; you should have confessed
Instead you were seen being kissed and caressed.
You pleaded for tender compassionate grace
But all that remains are these tears on your face
A Callman (Callus and Manassian) Collaboration
Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained by strings of a theoretical God
Sung by eyes of defiance
Which navigate the jagged epitaphs below
Searching
For that one sediment of salvation
That one moment of submission
Hoping he will see
His wonders, atrocities, his indifference
To cast a shadow of conviction
Over shivering light
There
Across the inlet where ivory columns crumbled
And modernity now deftly mumbles
Its fleets of fortune baptized
Nigh the bronze dust of golden millennia
Where history lies with its victims
A fugue of fossilized souls
A silent prayer remains
Here
December 29, 2014
sweet pea scent
her dolls still sprawled across room
bed unmade
Life's been good
Sometimes sublime
I've never needed more
Every day's a rhyme
I have lots of friends
Yes, money and fame
Escaped life's sorrows
No regrets or shame
I've cared for orphans
And assisted the blind
Taught eager students
Stretched theirs minds
Traveled all the world
Wrote a few lovely songs
Fought abject poverty
Many evils and wrongs
There's lots of things
I've been blessed to do
But one thing remains
And that's loving you
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a short story about a successful songwriter who is reflecting on his blessed and productive life. In a sense he has it all or almost all. Only one thing alludes him.. and that's what he longs for most.. to love the girl of his dreams.
The sea summons in unrelenting whispers
haunting the night as waves spin their spliced harrowing tales
Hallowed echoes an unending scourge over tenderness
weeping secrets wait held in bondage’s everlasting kiss
Terrified to speak as translation becomes disloyalty
aching is betrayal and compassion is flammable fragility
One misstep and balance becomes twisted alienated from truth
as fear takes hold from these toxic dissonant words
Scathing reproach becomes buried beneath tidal swells
carrying out its inevitable pilgrimage towards unrighteousness
Cold suspicion scatters on the shores in broken shells
trapped by suffering and tormented by long ago betrayals
Decaying memories never lived once imagined still dwell unanswered
this is not love quietly whispers on the wind of denial's farewell....