Best Silenced Poems
Silenced by anger,
I can’t believe my ears,
you told me that you loved me,
but the truth remains clear.
You lied to me, you selfish jerk,
and it is I, who must pay
for all the love and laughter,
that left me in a daze.
I can’t believe that I listened
to the words that you said.
The truth wasn’t missing,
it was dancing in my head.
You used to act like you loved me,
But I guess the angers fed.
So forgive me as I leave this place,
Selfish, cold, and dead.
A silent trumpet signals reveille’s call
Shadows play liars poker
Amid the stone
Sunshine tiptoes past
The grey mourners
Forgotten flags
Offer a tattered role call
A sad wind stiffens in salute
As a silenced trumpet weeps
Desperation clings to the branch
Wrestling with a frightened leaf
Begging a howling wind for more
Wondering why one leaf would fight
The wind abates, she sits alone
Desperation clings to the branch
Weeping in the hoar frost darkness
Beneath a cold, uncaring moon
Where had the color gone, the songs
the nesting birds, chirping crickets
Desperation clings to the branch
In Fall’s silenced soliloquy
An inexperienced drummer
A rattling of untrained sticks
Counting coup on Winter’s coming
Desperation clings to the branch
We must never be silenced, by lies, false narrative and ongoing bullying
We must never let ourselves be defined as people we are not!
We must have faith, reach inside ourselves, for the courage we have and behold
We can sit back and watch the values of our country fade away in the midst of evil
Or we can stand on the foundation of our country and fight for all we love and believe!
Heidi Sands
2/26/19
The weather is chilly and the clouds are casting a shadow,
Ravens are soaring over,
And the gust of wind is whisking off tree leaves.
Now let’s take a moment of silence, and accolade Benjamin,
Benjamin you barred your eyes too soon,
And so was your heart silenced by the night in a minute,
I, Drake, Family and Friends we will always miss you dearly.
Benjamin.
Beloved Drake,
Benjamin was called on by the only chosen one, Yahweh!
To another shore, some where we will meet him again,
And remember that beyond every road there is a bend,
A bend with dimming stars over the sky,
So we just need to stay patient and navigate through each bend safely.
Believe me, his silence still watches over you princess,
He is in heaven which is haven for his soul.
Now let me walk you through the Storm,
Trust me after the Storm parade, you will be sufficient enough,
Sufficient enough to live with the present and be able to grin again,
Because Benjamin is not cold,
He just switched to the phantom zone!
Somewhere we will meet him again,
Benjamin’s soul still lives within us,
And we will meet him again.
In memory of Late Benjamin
T.m.TScripts, ©Bryan De Poet
In darkness,
I couldn't see,
the monster nearing me.
I heard,
the clock ticking,
the old wood floors,
creaking.
I felt my breath catching,
heard,
his lips smacking.
I felt,
his cold hands touching,
my innocence leaving,
and fear smothering me.
Shame will defeat me,
everytime I hear,
old clocks ticking.
Time rewinds,
when I walk,
across,
old wood floors,
that creak,
leading from staircases,
that he had climbed.
God is my light,
and he lights my way,
into darkness of night,
where my abuser haunted me.
A child fearful,
could never sleep,
always waiting in darkness,
for the human monster,
who would creep,
upon a child,
who pretended to sleep.
I'm now a voice,
who speaks loud,
my pain and suffering
left for dead,
upon my bed.
God says,
"she has won
a fierce soldier,
Is she."
Thinking in the,
Absence of silence.
A droplet of ink,
Can make millions think
Thinking in the
Absence of this silence.
Silence is being answered,
From questions that have
Never asked?
It is silence,
You do get
Pearls of Wisdom
Thickens, be it said.
Don't plan on being helped,
For help has gone silent
When this book, sitting here
On the shelf, silenced.
Silences, be it that,
Standish one
Instead, be the laid-back one
Make some history.
I am writing his words,
Doing what he does.
Takes one last glance at,
The silence around the room
Silenced is his, he roosts.
Silence noun meaning a complete absence of sound or the avoidance of mentioning or discussing something.
The verb past tense definition is to cause to become silent; prohibit or prevent from speaking.
It is amazing how seven maybe eight letters that are put together can be so powerful and with so many definitions behind it. It’s all most a never ending change and we will never know if it will stop and when it may.
This nation started with our immigrants silencing the Native Americans, the ones already here. To eventually take over the lands because they crave power, money, and food. Then centuries later they have figured out how to silence the only people that could possibly get it to stop or maybe even change it. But, getting every American to realize we all need to stand up together and to realize what is truly going on we need to do something together.
How are they silencing us? Well what device is close to you at the moment? The cell phone and that is the number one way and the other one involves a great big black box in the living room providing none stop entertainment. We are driven for more money more expensive things and power we have the less free time or anytime for play per-say. Guess what, that is what they want they want to silence us and we are allowing it.
They are silencing us and in turn we are silencing ourselves from seeing the truth, the ones around us, and ultimately we will lose who we are. Then we will have zombies walking around staring at a box in their hand. With silence all around us and the us not seeing it is the worst part of it. Until we wake up and see what is going on this will only get worse.
The Spirit of Truth deeply hurts and wounds a sinner exposed
universal facts none of us are perfect to be honest
the union between man and woman
strictly this is the only marriage God has ordained
Those of you that support anything other
stand against Christianity and the Cross
the plank in your eyes splinters with arrogance
Abortionists kill the innocent seed of creation
murderers of life cry victim
claiming to care about equality and loving an individual's right to choose
In the face of horror their soul's are deluded
this pick and mix culture has turned against the commandments
those of our Almighty Father
Everything about them promotes hate and division
every heart has value when it supports Jesus's words
Love one another as I have Loved you
Deceivers always show little mercy playing tricks
when it comes to hate attacking the Bible
then again so many lukewarm Christian's are on a fast track to hell
they do not know their Faith blindly heading towards the fire
The Word of God is Supreme Authority and Divine Justice
He takes no prisoners or pleasure in condemning on Judgement day
I will not be silenced, we have no right to kill the innocents
The Seventh Commandment says, “You shall not murder!”
I am saying we have no right to these instruments of murder,
for assault-style weapons are manufactured solely for killing.
When we go deer hunting, do we take an assault weapon?
I think not! We take the appropriate gun made for hunting.
Why do we take pride in owning a weapon used in mayhem?
Do we get a perverse pleasure out of its power, possibly?
Is it, perhaps, a manly thing? I doubt many women own one.
Today, somewhere in the U.S.A., a child will shoot a friend,
probably unintentionally, but the friend will be lost forever,
and, the child will be devastated by what he/she has done.
[According to Vox, Australia confiscated 650,000 guns.
As a result, murder and suicide rates “plummeted.”]
From what I can tell, the rest of the world is stunned by our
indifference to gun control. They simply do not understand.
I, too, am flabbergasted that we are unwilling to stand up,
for our children’s sake, while school shootings proliferate.
It grieves me that I gave most of my life to the ministry, and
most lobbying for these guns call themselves Christians!
I believe Jesus is weeping today.
written May 26, 2022
The blessed breeze stops
Out of nowhere – silence speaks
All else – s-silenced
Locked up in stares
Silence is the teacher
Spread in bed
Time should forgive us
You caress my troubles
An invitation to my pleasures
You awaken my senses
Despite my inner seizures
Your thrusts pound on the exterior
Body gestures for improvement
Attentive but less spoken
You deliver to my inner
My sounds, your melody
Your touch, my symphony
Hands where they should be
Lips need not speak
Time has forgiven us
You've unleashed the beast
16 May 2022
Choose-A-Title, Vol 30
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
That awful dream returned last night
The one in which, pursued, I fight
to find my voice and try to shout
but not a single word comes out
I’m powerless to flee this foe
and yet his face I surely know
For decades he has followed me
when there seemed no equality
A fairer shot, an equal wage
Injustices had set the stage
to disenfranchise my voice now
by any means laws will allow
I’d like to say as tensions mount
my ballot’s cast, but will it count?
This is my vote; I have a voice
Are you afraid to hear my choice?
Now for my foe, a tab’s come due
Don’t let him strip your rights from you!
For the love of another
I've been asked to mute my voice
its not my first choice.
when my words must dilute,
not able to refute
where does hurt go,
when you can't be heard
can it be digested
then expelled like a toxic turd
Placed upon the cross, my silenced word
If I scribble it on this page
will it help evaporate my rage
I try to tell the undiluted truth
with words infused with gentle couth
especially when it involves our youth
but no one wants to hear
when it's not pleasant to their ear
I know they're filled with fear
But they are hurting someone so dear
That person holds all the cards
as another displaced heart lays in shards
when there's nothing I can do
Lord, I have to leave it up to you
A person whose met each obstacle
one who never complains
tries so hard to be responsible
Being treated with unfair disdain
Yet, my words, I must refrain
Abba, it's driving me insane
Kindly absorb this nagging pain
In holy healing provide this young man
a provision of a life with less strain
and a lifeboat for the unrelenting rain
For, I will never know the reality
if my lack of speaking
while he is dutifully seeking
will summon a light beacon
or hinder, leaving only an ash cinder
Do you hear my cry, can you tell why
will his tears you dry, can you feel my sigh
Will you draw us nigh
Silenced Voice
My silenced voice,
Snuffed of noise,
Words gone far,
Hidden behind the bar
Thinking of my next move,
Of when next to move,
Watching and waiting,
For a life of baiting
I stand and wonder,
With all words set asunder,
Of the happenings around,
The evils that do abound
My cries were rejected,
Mine complaints rejected,
Do you see what's happening?
- Life's a sword that needs sharpening-