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GOODBYE

(NOTHING MORE TO SAY)

I've seen the way you look at me
I've seen the way you look at them
Without wanting to admit, you hate everything I stand for
Lying to yourself, you are sweet, caring and better
Still, you look at me and hate everything I stand for
You are a cheat - A liar - A toilet flushing down rain

You seek and want my attention, yet you have no domain
Your THANK YOU's are cheaper than a grin on a Walmart bag
The light - The light - That shines upon your expression
Nothing more than.....
Sour grapes traveling towards the darkest region of the sun
Yes, simple prunes basking all the time!!!!!
Shaking powdered grapes from lobe to lobe
Watching humping wild hogs who can't eat cake
---Desperately you mock yourself---

Before you draw a blank, let me remind you
You look at me and hate everything I stand for
The way I smile, carry myself every day
I never claim to be perfect, but better with no anvil
You can't bear the way I stand in front of the soap display
I embrace with all my spirit, at the end of every day
I'm so glad I am nothing like you or them
In reality, I judged you the moment you walked in

Before the year ends, I will end my affair right here
I have nothing more to say
I hope you all have a great new year.

TaTa SKAT in the Hat


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


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Charm like harp strings - 128 words

Your mind's in knots, as stress plagues thoughts. On hope you cling, to bloom like Spring. Its fine my dear, nerves can cause fear. Don't be so scared, gifts must be shared. Your smile is cute, when you are mute. No need to hide. I'm by your side. Let the world hear, your tone so clear. Your will is strong, burst out your song. Sweet sounds you make our breaths they take. Look how eyes beam, your name they scream. Go to that length, love is your strength. Your voice brings peace, helps fears to cease. Like sad trapped birds, tongue holds back words. Free them from cage, take to the stage. When your heart sings, charms like harp strings. Look how they dance, as your tunes trance.
Silent One 31 January 2018 Another example for 128 words contest. Rhyme poem. Four words per line all one syllable each. 32 lines: 128 words.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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Happy Solitude, COLLABORATION WITH POET DESTROYER A

(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)


Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.  Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak  beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly  around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -  a sound that I am sure I’d never hear  if I were on a busy city street.  I stand and walk around. The sound is near.  The feeling that I get is rather sweet  when finally I spot there on the pond  the tiny frog that’s serenading me.  Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond  my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.  Inside a field with flowers everywhere,  I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!  -----  Like the sun, I sit and explore the view  A sensation, of everything I lust  Feelings I found myself unequal to  Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust  Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock  The sounds return back into the shadows  I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk  Suddenly branches hung like the gallows  In slow motion, with no reason to stray  Facing down, the new founding sound follows  The croak in the water echoes with play  Captivated, by the flies it swallows  A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun  I shall kiss and see if he's the right one  ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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Princess of the petals

Beyond her veil; eyes induced by secretive stars became drawn to a path illuminated by flickering, shimmering pale moonlight. Each spirited step led to the revelation of her secret garden. But upon arrival at her doorstep; disbelief disabled my soul's delight. Through the mist all I saw were rotten leaves among crushed rose petals - wilting. In shame, a naked cherry blossom tree stood in silence, immersed in a puddle of soaked blushing buds - drowning. So I collected every bud, gently placing them in an empty fountain. Patiently I sat, embracing her; waiting for the winds to blow and take all her imperfect petals with them. But all they brought was a spiritless stench, haunting the air. As the mist cleared, a crow cried, perched upon a tree stump whose rotten roots lay amongst its once magnificent torso. So I placed all her branches into a barren river, hoping the rain would wash them away. But no rain fell. Now lost, I followed confused caterpillars crawling along a trail of blood. Upon journeys end; a breathless butterfly lay in slumber, So I placed my lips onto hers, but could not breathe life into her. To soothe her decaying wings, I built a cocoon, but only the caterpillars accepted sanctuary. Cracks crumbled her wings, preventing her from healing. Silent saffron sun awoke blackbirds, whose chorus of chants guided my mind away from the valley of misconception. So I left. Weeping. Unable to save her once magnificent garden from ruin., The Silent One 4 December 2017


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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ANYTHING GOES ON A SUNDAY


As I claim my own parcel of solitude from yesterday's banging boom, I see heaven expanding through you in me: fireflies glow so rare as Sunday’s bliss, never mind if there is a call for patience when holy hours rise upon the lines of your mouth; resting on the ledge of a private oasis. This I cannot enter... the night curfew drifts gently and quietly yet full of love's spaces; O the hush of your mouth tender as harp's rhtymn I want to kiss. My parcel of solitude becomes yours while we listen to the same monastic silence, gazing at paper mache stars alone and together-- until we close our eyes, snuggle into our world, and then... John Hamilton's Your Best Free Verse Love Poem--2 2/19/2017 Originally written 12.29.2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016


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Told The Raven To Hush

Two have a secret , of touchy and feel
Hearing about it, and how it was surreal 

Two people who spent grown up time
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb

Telling the Raven, she's afraid it won't last
Saying don't worrry, dont live in the past

Strangers became friends, in a grown way
Will it now continue , or just be for that day

Telling the Raven , no lover could compare
And no one needs know, of the sultry affair

Time continues as always, only time will tell
As it did then igniting ,every last nerve cell

Said it was hours , well into that night
To wake and continue, again was just right

Stories told the Raven, had me even blush
And their secret is safe, the Raven says hush

Safe it will remain , but I just had to write
What i as the Raven had seen, while in flight





Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017


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- Promise Me Tomorrow -



For absolutely no reason at all
The storm was withered in the stagnant air
It seems so incredibly crystal clear quiet

Even if you wanted to paint ... no colors could express
Let this moment pass in quiet gratitude and joy
The real meaning of life bound with ribbon of love

When the sun wakes up tomorrow
Give me a kiss that says everything will be fine





A-L Andresen 27.05.2015 :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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There is an elephant in the room

The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep aside with furtive broom
the big elephant in the room.

Gain is high on the agenda
grabbing votes in referenda.
They hide, on purpose, I presume
the big elephant in the room.

Many topics are selective;
they are made to look attractive.
Who dares to tickle with a plume
the big elephant in the room?

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A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains, each containing a repeating line at the end of each stanza. Each line within the poem consists of eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum. Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.
This form is a pleasure to use because of its rhyming scheme and the strong pivotal line on which the whole poem rotates.
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Premiere Contest No. 13
Sponsor: Skat A  (2016)
 
Contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
15th December 2015


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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TEARDROPS OF SILENCE

HAIKU – TEARDROPS OF SILENCE

In Autumn’s darkness
Raindrops glistening on leaves
Teardrops of silence

T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016


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SILENCE IS BROKEN

I stand at the front of the exam hall, which is in total silence. Grey desks stretch out in neat rows - they remind me of gravestones in the local cemetery, with white faced students their unwilling occupants. The only sounds that can be heard are the pages being turned over and the scrawling of pens on the paper. Exam invigilators creep around the room like mice, their hawk like eyes ensure no one is cheating. Suddenly a booming fart breaks the silence - it sounds like a machine gun that has been fired in short staccato blasts. We can clearly see the perpetrator as his face is as red as a raspberry! Muffled giggles are stifled and silence is once again restored. A true story! Noise Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 03~09~17


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


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SOUND OF SILENCE

Do you know why silence is so loud? Have you ever heard a sound so loud As silence? I speak the words my mouth can’t say With more than just my lips With much more than my tongue Will you read my hands and words? Will you wait till my mouth said What it wanted? Can you? Can you stay silent for so long? If you have the patience to join our world Of rich and graphic language? Make a wish without your mouth Or spoken words Close your eyes and visualize Be in your mind’s eye And join us there Join our tale! You should see the words float in the air And draw a picture for you, or a film Or a book Will you look at me and my hands and My eyes, and my mouth, and See my words? I wish for you to join me And really understand How can you say it is silence? Do you know why silence is so loud? Have you ever heard a sound so loud? As silence?


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016


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CAN YOU HEAR ME MOTHER

She could hear us whisper when she wasn't even in the room
Knew we were up to mischief just by looking at our faces
Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock …

The dawn chorus is no longer music to her ears
With limited hearing and failing eyesight the TV remains silent 
Her only pleasure is listening to talking books on a machine for the blind
But the volume is so loud she remains isolated in her own room

Why aren't you wearing your hearing aid I ask? 
But she simply won’t wear it …
Won’t admit to the fact old age is creeping up on her

So now she lives in her own little world
A world of increasing darkness and silence
I dread the day she can no longer see or hear me
Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock …

05~05~15
Contest: A Mother’s Ears – Craig Cornish
~awarded 3rd place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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The One Who Remains Silent

"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


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015


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Muddle Through Silence

Once upon a time open windows, painted crimson, sealed shut
Words dancing in the bayside breeze blow aimlessly on by
Brilliant nighttime stars, holding a thousand wishes, no longer shine
A mirthless moon begrudgingly sits silently in the solemn sky
Another guardian angel loses her wings and cries

Crickets playing nightly treats, gone on a fishing trip
Too far away, even for the trained ear, to be heard
Twelve o'clock but the church bells are not ringing
Muddle through silence hearing every unsaid word
Even the clock on the wall has a song less bird

Quietly close my tear-filled eyes, a life in rewind 
Lost, not a thought, no echoes in an empty mind




08/27/2015




Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015


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Misty Dawn on Loch Rusky

beneath a blushing sky
two idle boats
savour
the bliss of solitude
our fingers entwine

[Inspired by Shahbaz Majeed’s "Misty Dawn".]



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017


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Dance, was my release

Pain had I ignited bright
Through my silence, had my hurt worsened
Denied conversations with all for superficial reasons, I had
Forgetting that love was my life
And people were my love
As I danced, did I repent

Slower were my motions
An expression of joy, had my face not worn
Though the subtlety, left all indifferent
Seen me as myself, they had
The scarring in my body, was concealed
Each hand grasped, healing another wound

My ignorance, claimed no mask
If my words you could not hear, they were not yours
A norm had I created, to destroy myself
Though forgiveness, had been a gift received 
Grudges, were there none to find
Every gesture, a reconciliation for me

Hatred, was there none to emit 
A wealth of moments, had been created 
Unity had proved solid, through the rhythm
A spectacle, had the front created
Humanity at its best, is when material is undesired
My hate almost undone, through the arms of strangers

Caged my heart had I, for many months
Its beats' restrictions, pleading to stop
My acknowledgement, had been in vain
Torture did I sought more to inflict
Until your beauty was mine to behold
In your movements, was my heart freed

Your existence, I refuted as an absence
Success was inevitable through my acts
Than upon your face, my eyes fell
And my love, had been remembered again
All that was true, had I sighted in your acceptance
Swaying with you, transited my apologies

Healed my hate, had dance
Enabled reconciliation, had each hand 
In swaying with you, had my love been freed


Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016


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The Sound Of Silence


The Sound Of Silence


The sound of silence...writing on the wall...
   do not disturb their sound of silence song.
They turn their backs against the ugly brawl;
   it's not our problem...license for their wrong.

They know, and without looking, close their eyes;
   it's not our problem, so they shut their ears.
The sound of silence rings throughout his cries...
   the victim now abandoned with his fears.

The writing on the wall...the message sent;
   the victim stands alone this hour of death.
Their eyes and ears are shut to his torment;
   the sound of silence heard in his last breath.

It's not our problem, 'sound of silence' screams.
   Their backs are turned, alone the victim lies;
the writing on the wall negates his dreams
   of strangers who could stop his sad demise.

So like a cancer silence soon surrounds...
   much harder to react than walk away;
creates a barrier to sights and sounds.
   It's not our problem...sounds of silence say.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Lyrics Cliche Image
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 05/14/2016

Inspired by: 
   Song: 'Sound of Silence', by Disturbed
   Cliche:"The writing on the wall"
   Photo: 5


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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Suicide, Cutting, Depression and Bulling

It started with a simple sentace,
You worthless ugly brat.
Mental abuse turned physical.
Beacuse of this she stopped trying at school,
Beacuse she stopped trying she lost her friends,
Beacuse she lost her friends she became a easy target,
Beacuse she was a easy target she was picked on,
And words and notes turned to kicking and tripping and choking,
And beacuse of kicking and tripping and choking she fell into depression,
Beacuse she fell into depression she stopped being active,
Beacuse she stopped being active her parents yelled and screamed and hit,
Beacuse her parents yelled and screamed and hit she failed her school work,
Beacuse she failed her school work she was considered stupid,
Beacuse she was considered stupid she was hurt at school,
Beacuse she was hurt at school she didn't have a safe spot anymore,
Beacuse she didn't have a safe spot anymore she started cutting,
Beacuse she started cutting she started to believe the mean mean words,
The more she thought, the more she realized how true they were,
Beacuse they were true she decided to take her own life,
It sucks that that She,
Is me


Copyright © Lilly Davis | Year Posted 2016


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SILENCE ULULATES



SILENCE ULULATES in the solemnity of being alone, silence ululates the rich, golden language of self ________________________________________________________________________ 12:45pm, February 02, 2016


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016


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Silence Ascending

She bends color and cuts light
Her hands extend like quickening thoughts, 
Shaping phrases into choral voices
Eyes scan vastly across the echoing green canyons of possibility
And with a few small gestures from her ringed fingers
She forges the morning dreams that make us wake suddenly,
And breathe forbidden joy

Long ago, an Inquisition conspired to torment and tribulate
That sacred, secret part
where dried flowers are arranged into poetry
where despair is sculpted into a fearsome credo of courage
where she rides two wheels balanced on a rolling sea of earth
where she holds a flame to the wick of a scented candle, waiting, waiting,
waiting until the risk of burning is equal to the birth of light.

The recommended breaking of her heart 
Broke stained windows, and loosed forbidden skies
That hailed meteorites of ice upon tilted desks and rotting libraries,
And now, she sits across from me upon the floor,
Our space cleansed by rivers of tea, candlewax, music and incense, 
And after a few moments, her lightest touch descends upon my hands.

An audible silence ascends, as perfectly pronounced
As a child’s question; and in that absence of words she speaks what I must hear,
And though I hear, and understand, and pause to respond
Her lips have never moved, nor parted.


Copyright © Garth von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016


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Silence

Surely enough
Silence ruled.
Swaying through my life
Sullen silence,
Swiftly sang,
Sang a sweet song.
Songs of affection,
Songs of challenge.
Sometimes even,
Simple songs of nothing.
Sweet nothings that mean everything.
Surely enough,
Sweet silence
Sang me another song.


Copyright © Andrea Torres | Year Posted 2016


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UNDEFINED




Within a calm of sentient breaths, I ascend above this continental noise slowly, past dimensions of inner ripples, a buoyant weight twirls in spiral orders farther than crests of moon, liquid... here , within the vortex of holy grace shines my presence unknown, and yet aware that galaxies surround this certain oneness with light immeasurable. where nothing can be defined except the full acceptance that I am eternal. Anthony Slausen's Nothing Contest 9/19/2015


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015


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Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?


Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016


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She Never Smiled


She never smiled, we should have known
   her heart was lifeless like a stone.
But still, she went about each day,
   fulfilling all in her own way.

She spoke of things in monotone;
   she never smiled, we should have known.
A spark was missing in her eyes,
   like clouded-over rain-filled skies.

Each day she seemed to get through fine
   and nothing signaled any sign.
She never smiled, we should have known
   and felt depression in her tone.

And then the shock that she was gone,
   and not a clue did we act on.
She died so sad and all alone...
   She never smiled, we should have known.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Depression and Sadness
Sponsor: Craig Hawkins
Judged: 11/13/2017

Note: We must always look deeper into signs that seem out of place even though a person seems to be acting like there is nothing wrong.




Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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The ONE Who Remains SILENT II

~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~


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016