Best Soundless Poems
Today I sat in silence gently closing my eyes
Saying goodbye to sounds that makes our world alive
Slowly I started to drift, deeper into an unknown black
Where sound has never been heard, where life also lacked
The deeper and further I went, uncharted by any man
Where silenced echoed it's silence, right back to our future plan
In this void of soundless emptiness, dust particles brushed me so
Prompting me to open my eyes, allowing my eyes to glow
So fortunate I think to myself, being present at the beginning of time
Finding the truth of yesterdays tomorrows, now knowing where man has climbed
I watch the particles spinning, over millions and millions of years
Creating planets we know now, aligned are these magnificent spheres
Gradually I work my way back, enlightened at what I had viewed
Knowing that we are only a blip in time, being here is so misunderstood
So many follow their paths, knowing of their yonder
So today I sat in silence, gladly closing my eyes I wandered
Categories:
soundless, introspection, life, natureme,
Form:
Quatrain
Soundless thunder, in nodes resounds
God’s reverberation
Soma nectar dripping astounds
Love’s tender vibration
Our innate magnetism
Ignites mind-body prism
Bridging each karmic chasm
Bliss beat wonder
Soundless thunder
05-August-2022
Quietus
Categories:
soundless, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
beneath serene and reflective night skies
gentle feelings silence each tear, each fear,
breathing in smoldering dreams who arise
rustles of stillness, spark a soft prayer.
glowing faintly beneath the moonlit night,
flames enchanting, silencing the sad sighs,
warm odors tempt the eager appetite
along the camp’s edge, before the fire dies.
stars like glitter stand in the softest clouds,
caressing heaven with easy refrains,
love getting away from the noise, the crowds,
where relaxation is all that remains.
scents of the back woods fill the heart and soul
with a tenderness that’ll make the life whole
Categories:
soundless, moon, nature, night, stars,
Form:
Sonnet
soundless in soft snow
stoat displays black tip of tail...
all else- white on white
Contest: Animal Haiku
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Written: November 2011. Margaret Foster
The stoat is a type of weasel. In winter his coat turns white ( ermine) except for the black tip of his tail.
Categories:
soundless, nature,
Form:
Haiku
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly domed ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
Categories:
soundless, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Deep breath
Let it out, carry the blight
Another ... remember the mantra
It is NOT a reflection of my worth - ever
This imbalance, this favoritism ... yet ...
I work tirelessly, intensely
I scrape the walls of my spirit
Wring the drops of creativity from my core
Burn the pulpy paragons of my aim and acumen
All in the efforts to weave the finest fabric from phrase
To spin wonder from words and will
To affect the deepest emotion and imagination and ire
Simply by the ordering and placement of letters on a page
It is my passion - my craft
And I take nothing more seriously
Or more joyously
And no matter how magical the end game
No matter what the fruit born of my most astute energies
I drown in a cipher sea
(And this is not a perspective of arrogance, but rather empirical reality)
Patches of rough-hewn fabric that frays at the edge
Shredded attempts at art and assignment
That are their own worst rags and remnants
But are held up as the golden standard of excellence
And, (I kid you not), wonders of the writing world
Simply because of the signature at the bottom
(And often, a fake one at that)
Though it fails me as to where that absurd accolade originates
Oh, to but query straight out, without reproach -
Where-oh-where, is the ripe in this refuse?!?
What is the redemption you find in these careless phrases?
Stuffy words stuffed into stuffy stanzas
All for the sake of feigned profundity
How can anyone possibly take such transparent text
For anything but mediocrity and mush?!?
Still, the endless comments of adoration ... at a loss
It is a weekly, daily, even hourly poison to my soul
Rending, ragged, my person and fertile prescience
Leaving my hands clenched and blue
My wit and whimsy tattered
My quill filled with blood
And my heart ... taxed and weary.
Categories:
soundless, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I can hear a soundless voice
Struggling through the darkness
It is a heartbreaking sound
Categories:
soundless, heartbreak, sorrow, voice,
Form:
Free verse
Will my rest in heaven be a soundless sleep?
Will God accept me and want to keep?
Will my kingdom of glory have a warm soothing touch?
Will my body be cold, my spirit be hushed?
Will my rest in heaven be a soundless sleep?
Wil God accept me and want to keep?
Will Jesus be crying,begging for my salvation?
Will my heart have scorn and reject His invitation?
Will I enter gates of paradise onto God`s throne?
Wil I turn away shamefully and die alone?
Will my rest in heaven be a soundless sleep?
Will God accept me and want to keep?
Will I repent and cleanse my sinful being?
Will I continue to flee from "Gods presence" not seeing?
My God and savior awaits my final toll,
His patience caresses my newly saved soul.
My rest in heaven will not be a sound sleep.
My God will awake me.
My soul He shall keep.
Categories:
soundless, faith, inspirational, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Barnacles Soundless Dream
sun travels elsewhere
calm mandarin orange sea
barnacles embrace
8/5/2018
Categories:
soundless, ocean, sky,
Form:
Haiku
Still here, watching television
Still here, lamenting my self
Nowhere to run, just stay left
Without any vision
Soundless meant to death
And rebellious sound meant to deadly death
I am forced to listen to a song, a lookalike-soldier song
Burn reason without a grain of ash remained
I am embraced to praise
Or I am locked to speak hatred
And whatever I am being, it is a determination
An empty heart
An empty mind
This soul and spirit died in dreaming body
And with this all limitations, I would die
Completely die, and without any perfume or camphor
I would open this windows and doors
Let wind and bullet at once coming inside
I would be here, and stay still
Without praise and hate speech
And I would defend my country
Sound from underworld to be more heard
Freezing praise, freezing hate speech
Categories:
soundless, hate, humanity, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
If you listen with your eyes closed for a while
“For a while” I say,
“Awhile” may be hours to you as it ‘s for me.
Until you hear the soundless sound echoing.
It is not a rustle of the leaves; not a hum of a bee.
It is neither a rippling of the ocean waves in a starry silent night
Nor, a fanning wings of a humming bird.
Is it a violin, a sitar or a flute in a mono orchestra?
Yet I do not know,
“Music” I never have heard before.
My friend,
For a while, let me hear it awhile.
…….by Manel
Categories:
soundless, first love,
Form:
Free verse
THE SOUNDLESS DRUM
Countless times you have been beaten
But you refuse produce the faintest sound
To the eager waiting dancers.
Of what use are you when you are soundless?
Of what use are you when no one
Can dance to your melody?
The ones drumming you are sweating profusely
And the dancers are anxiously waiting in vain.
You are like a woman without a womb,
Full grown bride without breast,
A beautiful mansion without a roof,
A sleek car without an engine and a serene paradise
Without an ambiance of tranquility.
Oh! Soundless drum, when shall your sound
Wake up the slumbering giant in us?
Categories:
soundless, irony,
Form:
Free verse
You were truly brave to leave your parents behind.
There are family members that you have befuddled.
Leaving behind your near friends and family.
Your aspirations and life have stagnated endlessly.
You sobbed when you observed your lovely spouse.
Your joyful tears embraced your dainty sprouts.
Your tears muttered farewell as you served.
Your tears fell as casualties around friends.
Humble experts are quietly waiting at night.
He is utterly unconcerned around his exhaustion.
His exhausted body had not yet taken a rest bite.
He is unwavering and focused on his mission.
You've now successfully installed in an overseas land.
To conflict for those whose liberty you withstand.
Their motive will be lost despite your contribution.
But they did their best, despite their obligation.
Soldiers fight all night to hinder us safe.
While most of us are at home and do not strafe
Some whine all day about the incredible fight.
A Soldier never ignores fighting with might.
I am grateful that this soldier has sacrificed.
The land was on his shoulder when he died.
He was honest, selfless, brave, and daring.
As you alter older, please hold him to your thinking.
June 26, 2022
Tears Of A Valient Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
Categories:
soundless, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Soundless thunder, rapture unbound
Our heart torus aflame
Gong of truth in heart does resound
God-connect is it’s aim
Go in hermit, go in
Choose here now to begin
For God in-dwells within
Divine wonder
Soundless thunder
06-April-2022
Quietus
Categories:
soundless, god, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Laying my head down
Closing my eyes
Darkness surrounds me
Another soundless night
Out of the blue
A thumping sound is heard
A flock of sheep imminent
Counting to ten
Or should it be twenty
It’s all so confusing
With my eyes out of focus
Counting can be tiring
Please tell them not to jump,
To not be so evasive
As my sleep seems to be
As morning dawns
So does my sleep,
I finally settle in
Alas, there goes my alarm…
Categories:
soundless, fantasy
Form:
Light Verse