Best Speechlessly Poems
There Is Nothing in Your Dreams
One day I asked Dreams
O’ Dreams "Why don't you come to me?"
He said, how can I come to you
There is nothing in your Heart
To call me in your Dreams. 01
Sarcastically he said:-
“I searched a lot everywhere
In every nook and corner of your heart
But I could not find even a single emotion
That I could have loved you.” 02
“I couldn’t see even any single face
On whom to spend
All the treasures of my life
And would have decorated your world
With the beauty of colorful dreams.” 03
“But there was not even a single
Ray of hope, anywhere in your heart
Neither I could find any Saaki*
To offer a cup of drink
Nor I could see any Jaam*
To console my heart
Even there was not any alluring face
To decorate her in your dreams.” 04
“Neither there was any melodious voice
Coming from the lips
Of a morning waked-up beauty
Nor there was any blooming smile
Coming from any sweet innocent child.” 05
“Then how I could have decorated
Your sleep with colorful dreams*
Just think over it
And then
You yourself tell me.” 06
Speechlessly I repeated only:-
O’ Dreams "Why don't you come to me?"
He said, how can I come to you
There is nothing in your Heart
To call me in your Dreams. 07
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th June 2016
Explanations: Saaki* = Though most of the uses of the word are kept in context related to drinks, a Saaki is supposedly a person (in most probability a lady) who is either a loved one or a friendly cup-bearer. Saaki is actually a person who makes one's drink, a cup-bearer. But the word is also figuratively used for a loved one.
Jaam* = A cup full of drink (wine)
Dreams* = of astonishing beauty
When what do my pondering thoughts become
Now that your visions and affections have tunneled my way
No longer precariously wandering through the confides of my mind
Because of you I enjoy your soft graceful ribbons of warmth
You feed my need for utter emotion slumbering within your ecstasy
Yes I am so grateful for the human bond you’ve reassured me with
How could I ever wish for more in the shades of your serene eloquent
I swell up with a scarlet blush for the attributes you posture victoriously
You believe in me empowering me to abide in my mortal existence
Yes I know I’ve challenged your patience from time to time
Only to find you’re forgiving arms waiting to grant me your pardon
No need to plunge into a rampage of an un-purposeful storm
Now I glide speechlessly into the tail winds of your language
Tomorrow the sun shall rise high in the tender joy of your eyes
Because of the wonders of you!
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s “I love you because” contest
The quality of how you
love me consumes me,
it's how you move me
mentally completes me
and how you treat me
physically make me feel
your love.
Breathtaking love I forever
want to feel you, in my
every thoughts I think
my brain's cluttered by
you and under my lips
my tongue always want
to speak of you.
Breathtaking and speechlessly
lost in the ray of your love
that's engraved in me,
empowered by its warmth
that surrounds me and
breathlessly I'm caught
up in thee.
Mona Lisa why?
Mona Lisa loves sunshine
Rather, speechlessly cries… Why!?
See her left side’s show?
A scared girl’s face through window?!
With her straight blond hair does stroll?
Looking at the sky!?
Where darkness swivels to shine!
Strangely with enormous fright!!
Weirdly, heaven’s daze!?
Scares children as in chess mate!?
Gazing speechless and in vain!?
There’s lunar eclipse?
Behind her right sad eye’s wink
Over a dancer’s hybrid!
See her right thumb seems
A barge or a submarine
Off the cost line drifted in!?
See her right pinky?
Blistered for testing hot sea
Yet does not yelp for any!?
What was she thinking?
Was she hypnotized quickly?
Or shocked with painful heckling?
Tilt her to her right
Her right shoulder shows might
When the Red Sea slides inside!
Tilt her down to six
See the Black Sea draining its
River down curly stream quick?!
See the small bright dots?
Planets aligning below her smock
Attending all featured folk!?
Carefully look at!!!
Away from your face one foot far!!!
Get a pair of scissors and…
Exhume her upside
Down composure for a while!
Could a nail asteroid breach bile!!!
Until mudslides fill
In the huge gap as though it
Looks like collider’s strange zit!!!
Splits the atmosphere
As if dividing soil beneath
Dazzling earth was once believed!!
Carefully just glimpse!!!
See a comet passing quick!!
Or an edge of a ringlet!!
Does not slap the earth
For heaven’s and saints’ dear sake
Drifted slowly by strong faith!!
Tilt to quarter till
Volcano Mountain leaks gas!
Shown under her sliced thin chin
Lava slides down hill?!
When snow covers the land’s bin
In Mediterranean’s fin!
cont...
People do not choose foreign cities.
A foreign city can be discovered even in your own town, -
it means when you pass by and it is impossible to recognize people.
Look, a baby is lying at my feet, it is drown in the blood.
Look, streets have made justice easy.
And bread has eaten justice,
And a man was counting.
And justice was eaten by bread
And bread by blood
And blood was sent to the earth.
And quaked the earth.
It was earthquake.
My homeland – it’s this glass full of blood
Now you and me will drink this glass of blood-and-wine
We will embrace each other and then…
You will cut off my shoulder.
You will cut off my shoulder
as you have not the third shoulder
because the third shoulder you are yourself
And you could not bend yourself
for me to lean upon.
I will put ashes speechlessly
into my stung mouth,
and everything that is left from our love
I will leave on the top of the tongue.
Droplets speechlessly rolling off my cheek whenever I capture memories.
In a skyclad attire,
You embraced scorching from your children.
From relaxing pillow to many painful edges
Falls upon many, fights dispatched your beauty.
Brothers and sisters knocked down flying beauties,
And dimed your great light of scenery.
Bravery pushed your hands and you waved flag for freedom!
Smiles are putting out dimples because you are not anymore a toy drum.
Oh! Mama Liberia,
Footage displayed your nakedness.
Eye struggles from the cold-blooded fights.
Visions of Diamond cities are seeing poorly.
Despite the mortification, we had left you,
heart still purified like your natural Waters.
atmosphere is coloring out prettiness
And perfections aligned in your skies with greatness.
I sniff positivity from your bad smell.
It’s dawning gradually, I can feel that.
over the height of giants, you'll look
Sit your heart in patience for a while.
You will rise again Mama Liberia,
Your height and beauty won’t be recognize.
Snap your fingers constantly and listen as the clock tick.
You are in labor with many great things.
Your appearance will fix the broken,
And purge the hearts of your opponent.
You left
After death
Knocked at your door
No need to say more.
We painfully grieved
We recited your poems.
We cried like grown kids
As you lay
Silently surrounded
By a dazzling array of orchids
You said nothing
Phenomenal Darling.
We quietly grieved
We listened to your poems.
As you lay in state
Speechlessly surrounded
By good wishers who love you
Many poets paid tribute to you
You were phenomenally gifted
And blessed
May you rest in peace!
Now we understand your poems
We know why you had to leave.
Death came
You were neither ashamed
Nor afraid to go on the journey
Today is your day
And ours will come soon
Under a somber moon
Let us reminisce
You will surely be missed
My Darling
The bells rang
Good morning.
Copyright© June 7, 2014 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I watched myself crash into the mud,
Through the obscurity I could see traces of who I was.
The reflection of the innocent punctual me,
Staring pathetically as my demons devoured me.
Those guilty eyes still craves for beautiful things.
My demons still knows how to care for it's desires.
I pondered aimless at the hands that held me subdued to do the unthinkable
I lay in the dust waiting to be blown away by the wind to a quiet place, where I can deal with the cruel compelling voices whispering and cheering against me.
With my mind, I wrote stories of victories yet to come.
Victories of me soaring away from my conflicting and divided being
To touch the moonlight that lay dormant anticipating my freedom.
I twitched my ear to the sweet whispers and humming of nature through the wild breeze, and the merriment of the trees, gave me something to dream for.
I sank deeper into the air
Was it in my thought?
Only time knows the history of how far I am determined to fight
While awaiting reality to set me bail from the unrealistic.
I stood, gazing deeply into the troubled and restless sea.
Although it was fierce and intimidating
But It was lonely and pitiful
Or was it my eyes of which it reflected?
My mind is exhausted and conflicted that somehow it fails to recognise fears of it's own.
I seem invisible yet the dangers recognise me.
I tore my skin, digging in to find clues that hid tactically, but still showed it's presence and existence
Why do I live a shadow when I can turn around and catch butterflies to add fancy?
My mind is happier, so i thought!
It can dwell on sweet memories of itself, while I turn to see ashes of burnt past that I wish were never born.
The heart, who knows can build it's own feelings and emotions but I, i am a slave that follows its compellation which I can neither obey or quit.
I can only add zest to my furrows and anger so I can supposedly call it a smile
While I sink speechlessly into the obscurity.
Speechlessly,
I fell to my knees
with tears in my eyes.
I wept,
till I could not
weep no more.
God stood before me,
with his arms reaching out
to pick me up.
Upon bringing me to my feet,
I saw, next to him
stood a man.
God spoke in gentleness,
“Take this man,
I give him to you.
He will love you
beyond no measure,
and never
give up on you.
When the world
is untrue to you,
fear not,
this man
I bless you with
will always,
be true to your heart.”
Slowly,
as I looked
into this man’s eyes,
God bound
our hearts
with the lock of eternity.
This man,
my friend and companion,
is no doubt a match
from heaven sent.
Through the tests
of the world,
the key
has never been found,
to unlock the chains
that bind our hearts.
Never,
take it for granted
when love,
is a gift from above.
Believe in it,
cherish it,
and be thankful,
for not all
are given the chances
that true
infinite love brings.
With the closing,
of your eyes at night
and the reopening
in the morning light,
Thank God
for what he gives you,
for it may be
the one
he has blessed you with!!!
When winter speaks to us speechlessly, The whole world is very beautiful,
Workers' work all day and night sleeplessly, And loves the long hours of night bountiful.
When the winter speaks to us soundlessly, The vast landscape can be stunning, It makes snow mountains and frosty forests endlessly, And offers a variety of activities like skyrunning.
When the winter speaks to us silently, It brings many holidays and festivals, Which is beautified by christmas and new year, , The new year invites new resolutions several.
When the winter speaks to us softly,
Its air is pleasant and less polluted, When temperature drops it decreases allergies mostly,
And offers a variety of ways to make cool wind.
When the winter speaks to us in silence,
It is the beginning of the marine season, I love the winter's deep fragrance, It changes the world around us for reason.
Dealing the cards,
A woman once asked,
“Why are we here?
Our lives quickly pass.”
The table was quiet
For nobody knew
All speechlessly frozen,
Save a young boy in blue
He waited a moment,
And when no one spoke
He smiled and sighed
As the silence he broke,
“We’re here to laugh,
And we’re here to cry,
We’re here to learn
And to wonder ‘why’
We’re here to show others
The shapes of our hearts
To care and to share
We should love from the start
The little things make our lives worth the while
So remember them as you tred through the miles . . .
You see everyone, it matters not why we’re here
We’re given this life, full of magic and fear
So live in the moment,
Make the most of it all
Each man makes an impact,
No matter how small.”
The people were stunned
For his words were true
But how could he have known . . .
This young man in blue?
You were there, an outline of a quiver in the light rain falling unabashedly,
Ignoring the tapestry of silver in the sky that wept speechlessly.
Beneath the somber crests of clouds that caressed your face with heavy gazes,
Your shimmering splendor called forth feelings in playful waltzes.
My heart was a field of gemstones beneath your unlearned dance,
Emeralds and sapphires twinkling in the galaxy of your roving glance.
When your smile unfolded warmly like a shy sun,
The quietest symphonies awoke to catch the rhythm of my restless heartbeats.
Silent poetry does not give itself to the crowd,
Thus we, in silence, quenched our hunger for words.
The tattoo of invisible ink embraced our skin,
When the pen fell into its frenzy, inscribing spumes of legend.
Two souls composed sonnets that watched over the stillness,
Luring harmony from the labyrinths of the soul.
Fragile in its natural grandeur, as if time had sown it,
Our love, a perennial flower, was opening in a string of springs.
Lost we were in that oasis of nirvana,
Punishing with gentle kisses the paths in blessed warmth,
Guiding steps towards meadows of inflamed passion.
Our story is not written in earthly scriptures,
It will live among the tireless stars,
An eternal parchment unedited, where words are just whispers
In the temple of eternity.
I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.
Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie what exactly you saw?
I saw people I saw inhumanity,
I saw heartlessness in-love with wickedness,
I saw bitterness wedding greediness,
Callousness came to the wedding wearing injustice.
I saw evil ruling the universe,
Anger, dishonesty and falsehood are there with her,
I saw a sick earth where everything goes,
A world full of oppression and strife,
No humanity at all which keeps me speechlessly mouthless.
Last night I couldn’t leave a dream.
The doors of the house
of my making were locked
by a cheerful family
who didn’t mind
losing their home.
They were still chittering
in the basement
where a tv barricaded
the top of the stairs
and wobbled over
the water
on the gradually
flooding floor.
The washing machine
from a floor above
drained a shower
of water down
to our level.
It MIGHT be worth
fixing quickly.
Why was no one
rushing to find
a way out?
All the doors were
pleasantly locked,
and all
the windows shined,
pristine and strong.
The neighbors
came smiling,
and opened the door
from the outside.
I ran out frantically
and they were met
by the laughing family
who came up to greet them.
“What’s going on here?”
“Just a little water.
We will move upstairs
eventually.”
I ran full blast
away from the house
and past the stubborn
Evergreens
that were sinking
nonchalantly.
There were no birds
singing in their branches.
Other neighbors waved
and welcomed me
into another
half-submerged
home where
everyone
was dancing
on the roof.
In other houses,
some were unhurriedly
departing
for non-sinking ground.
The trees and rocks
had accepted
their slow submersion.
I had not.
Luckily, I didn't recognize
anyone who was part
of this town,
even though I was
webbed in the middle
of this nonsensical
play.
It wasn't my town.
The scene shot
to an aerial view
of this quiet, eroding
neighborhood,
sinking into space.
The sand
blanketed the
destruction.
Everything below me
was falling
speechlessly
back into a dark
and airless Earth.
It was a silent movie
ending. An ending
I wasn’t part of.
I woke up
to solid ground
and a standing
house.