Best Silencing Poems
Bewildering static
frames the soulless—
restlessly habitual, as
crippled philosophies efflux
amidst stunted swells,
cracked and parched
despite ocean whorls that
coat wayward sentiments, of
grave quagmires rippling in
steady streams,
paradoxically cornered into a
vortex of intoxicating drifters.
Rather, the moon guides my way
amidst lulling meres,
soothing the storms
raging within perplexed
personas, sailing towards a
dawning of lucid seascapes—
home to you, my ocean blue.
See how frozen rice brings gaiety
from the weight of a half-starved life ,
palms etching the barbs of terrorism;
Already the villainous hours smell of puss,
ripe lesions , and unbearable heat :
dried bones snapping from gun-barrels
of greedy, power- laden pillagers --
the hissing growl of wars
rake bloody sky from its quiet days .
So chidren , listen well...build
A new earth blessed with peaceful hearth
and fresh broth,
clutch all neighborly moments endeared,
whispering prayers for safe glide
soothing night's guardianship ... and as
You lay on pure lights from angels' wings,
live each hour with grace of integrity
to hold not a chaos brimming with envy;
as Spirit renews a world lulled by love,
Together, facing the deathly moment alone
Their soles must be given to free their souls
Silent witnesses of man's inhumanity to man
Envious Muta* sealed the lips of the beloved with a kiss silencing thus clamant love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2017
*Muta: Roman deity personifying silence!
her sudden untimely death left her speechless ~ silence is golden
Cliché: Cat got your tongue?
January 5, 2018
Contest: Monoku 5: Cliché
sponsor: Silent One
When you hide the seething pain under a smile,
Making it look easy, to the people vile.
You eclipse the surging anger with a yes.
While masking your emotions fighting to resurface.
Being a victim of the nagging thoughts in the mind.
Speaking of the memories that were left behind.
Choosing to remain strong even when in pain.
Requires a will of steel and a goal to aim.
Silencing the arguments with a scream, so mute;
Your soul reverberates and strengthens the route,
To your success that takes you afar,
From the cavils of a carper and remains of the scar.
I'm alone here
it's just me.
And the people in my head.
Screaming, cursing, blaming.
Your fault, you, you, you.
You caused it.
You allowed it.
You could have stopped it.
How?
Eyes closed, mind rewinding time.
Soft hands, a gentle smile
friendly eyes.
Hurt, pain, blood pooling on the floor.
Empty nakedness on cold tiles.
A locked door.
How? How?
Your fault, you, you, you.
You caused it.
You allowed it.
You could have stopped it.
How?
Eyes closed, mind rewinding time.
Loving touch, promises of escape
a better future.
Rope bound wrists.
Burnt flesh, bleeding wounds.
Choking, turning blue.
Hurt, pain, a locked heart.
How? How?
Your fault, you, you, you.
You caused it.
You allowed it.
You could have stopped it.
How? How? How?
How do you stop the nightmare?
How do you stop Blue Beard on his steed?
How do you stop his abuse?
How do you end the pain?
How do you stop crying?
How do you put the voices to rest?
How?
Blood on every corner our youths are dying
I hear the innocent crying
When will the blood stop running
When will the guns stop coming
We need some change in the system
Exhausted from going to funerals and seeing mothers crying, no hope in their eyes
We need to stop the guns that's the only way to stop the blood from flowing
There is a raging war against our children
Every year the same cry ...stop killing our future, stop killing our children
The system doesn’t care because they are a part of the problem
When will it end ...who will save our children
The headline news this morning read
Ben's tolling drones will be shut down
while workers clean the cogs in his head
He might even get turned upside down
Old Ben will be out of ringing commission
for four years there will be peace and quiet
No gongs will be ringing in noisy emission
Ben's being put on a needed silence diet
Vision’s blurring around the edges now—
The perfect vignette for silent film;
The text screams bold inside your head;
The crickets wail from amongst the trees.
You’re the femme fatale in this deathly skit,
Doubling trouble with perfect smiles,
Charming your way through grim impasse:
To be or not to be.
Have you left enough clues as to your fate?
Will a savior know to find you?
Alas, there’s none here to save but you,
As the warmth he left creeps from you.
Perhaps blood shed will quench the thirst,
But veins cut once might drain you—
So listen still for a quiet step:
Executioner or lover.
What light from yonder window breaks?
It’s the after, not an angel.
I think too much
But do I think at all?
I say too much
But I don't speak to all?
I see too much
But am I blind to what I see?
I feel so much
But is this reality?
I look at you and I love what I see
I need to look in your eyes to find the peace in me
I just wanna meditate ...
Hovering along the coast
We're goin on a date
We're the birds in the vicinity
Babe never mentioning
me
probably
Bc of all the guys targeting
& we haven't talked in days
& it bothers me
Skimming threw the clouds
manifesting new realities
But it's challenging
Cuz all my dreams are facing new fatalities
& all my emotions in this poetry
Are proving that I'm cursed. You see?
So I just sit at home
Hella festively, craving patience
Waiting on the day you call me up like
I don't hate you.
People think I'm crazy
doing what I'm doing,
but they don't' understand
what's going on.
Faces twist
in the dark mist,
as thoughts
unparalleled to any
I've had before
race around screaming.
All wanting to be heard
at once
as they pound
on the inside
of my cranium,
not allowing me
to concentrate
on any particular one,
numbing my senses
and locking my jaw shut.
People just don't know
what it's like in here,
fighting for the ideas
I've had
that are being strangled
by my thoughts.
That is why
I do what I do.
Going where the music's loud
and the light flash
in spectrums of beauty,
it may not
silence my thoughts,
and I may never
resurrect my ideas,
but when I'm on the dance floor
I can't hear them,
they can't scream that loud,
and the feelings produced
by the music
and the crowd
heal the dents in my skull
causing a temporary feeling
of bliss
that makes this thing
we call life
more bearable.
His love gentles the eager wind
Calming, inspiring – vowing
Peace within, a holy silence
Whispering grace into the soul
Wonders twirl proudly amidst dreams
His love gentles the eager wind
Uplifting the feelings so meek
Rustling verses sprout holy wings
Laughing streams burst forth, splashing joy
Over smooth stones, tender musings
His love gentles the eager wind
Stirring music from swirling leaves
Exciting praises write a yarn
Details vibrating, splendid hopes
Echoes of the stars glistening
His love gentles the eager wind
Worry shadows my mind
In flavors of panic
Anxiety and concern
A rich well of apprehension
Flooding my hope for serenity
Disquiet flows through my veins
In crimson agony
On waves of fearful plans
Fretting on the heart
Who troubles every thought
Uneasiness exaggerates
My placidity, my stillness
The silence that should bring
Fulfillment and wellness
Instead feels dark and dreadful
Burdens cling to my soul
Unending troubles darken
My heart’s deepest grace
The darkness I will face
With a nervous shade of gray
Uneasiness silences my hope
Filling me with despair
Spiritual angst
A war on the inside
Between the mind and soul
Shades of black
Paint faith and love
In dread so murky
It fades all my dreams
To the darkest agonizing
It will take One
Who knows real comfort
To abide on the inside
In hues of grace and peace
Erasing all my fears and tears
With a calm that is alive
On the inkling of hope
Found in the Holy Ghost
It will take One
Who knows my whole heart
To awaken my faith
Discourage stews of disbelief
With a song of devotion
To the One who brings light
Shimmering so alive
Penetrating the soul
With praise for the One who knows
He has all the answers
He is always in control
And fear cannot live
In the heart of those who know
He holds the whole world
In the center of His palm!
Love like this is a cure
For worry that is so brutal
Fear thou not; for I am with thee:
be not dismayed; for I am thy God:
I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee;
yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
Isaiah 41:10