Soft grey veils descend on the plains,
The world grows quiet, hushed and blurred;
I stroll back home amidst the fog
Without a sense of direction.
My breath makes cold and hazy clouds,
Lost in this murky frosty shroud,
My thoughts start to roam far and wide
Where worries waltz and fade away.
Written: May 3rd 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
2nd place contest winner
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Shadows shiver with the shape of you.
Your ghost-warm whisper cuts straight through.
Memory is a moribund mirror, cracked and cold.
My heart holds your hollow hush, uncontrolled.
Night gnaws softly on what we used to be.
And silence bleeds your absence back into me.
With hushed sadness, I surely miss
your soft lips I softly used to kiss.
it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints of hope, imprints
revealing what it means to see
silence at war with nature’s breath
it laughs at the hurried steps
of a heart rushing past
autumn’s light as she breathes
her caress, against the sun
who blends with the forest
to calm every ache, each storm
beyond the music of the leaf’s
quiet fall, the dance of fall
silence, she weeps through it all
her pen soothing away the sound
interfering with her muted breath
I'd borrowed Pa’s umbrella
to shelter from the rain,
alas one spoke is now broken
I’m scared that Pa’s will go insane!
My best friend Jacques was with me
when there was a sudden squall,
I tried to hold onto the umbrella
but it crashed hard against a wall.
So Jacques is walking by my side
and he will take me to my door,
he’ll tell Pa HE broke the umbrella -
he’s covered my back once before!
He knows Pa’s got a terrible temper
but Pa is friendly with Jacques dad,
who is the senior village policeman
so Pa won’t dare do anything bad!
I’ve not told my Pa my secret
Jacques is my first boyfriend,
he won’t let my Pa cause trouble
on Jacques I can always depend.
yon
moon yawns
hushed secrets
whispered by stars
shhh
beyond earth's* chaos, faith-hushed soul moves heaven*
*Psalms 46:10 - Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
October 5, 2022
1st place, "The Power of Silence" Monoku Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 10/14/2022.
Airborne chameleons
in the snow-blown morning:
dull white, grey gulls flying,
silently disappear
against dull white, grey clouds.
I laid my burdens down today.
I prayed graced mercy grant my fade:
Let rushed wind gusts scatter me hushed.
uncanny hushed night
somber nebulous dark sky
moon ~ a strip ~ glistens
August 14, 2021
A Brian Strand 1,2,3,4,5 Lines Poetry Contest
Syllables (5-7-5)checked by HMS
FIRST PLACE
on V-day She is
tart, bitter, nutty - all His...
hushed-hushed by Hershey's
February 4, 2021
Let me be peaceful
Angels, cover me with blue stars
Grateful to the core
10/30/2020
#1
In solitude, I find calming breath between spaces
Emptiness filled without the sound it replaces
The silence against time in a rush to conclude
I find calming breath between spaces, in solitude
With these hushed thoughts I give voice to creation
See ink form words full of haunting flirtation
Or quietly smooth out the lived-in rough knots
I give voice to creation with these hushed thoughts
Within sacred walls there are moments of aloneness
Times that life gives itself over to our fearlessness
Pen responds to the dawning light when magic calls
There are moments of aloneness within sacred walls
6-10-2020
Swap The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Hushed Gore
The forest deep carries the biggest gunners
Those who do the most damage
That you remember the most and worst
The school bully who nobody could master
The boxer that no opponent beat
The soldier who loved to fight
The woman who stepped on men
These people carry the biggest guns
And walk thru the darkest glade
Enormous trees surround them
Here there is little or no sunlight
Even on the brightest days
They belong to that world and rule it
We are mere spectators and guests
Visiting them now and again
When their worlds collide with ours
Gaining a glimpse on how they work
And what they do in hushed gore
I jog on by unless gripped from behind
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Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Hushed Gore
The forest deep carries the biggest gunners
Those who do the most damage
That you remember the most and worst
The school bully who nobody could master
The boxer that no opponent beat
The soldier who loved to fight
The woman who stepped on men
These people carry the biggest guns
And walk thru the darkest glade
Enormous trees surround them
Here there is little or no sunlight
Even on the brightest days
They belong to that world and rule it
We are mere spectators and guests
Visiting them now and again
When their worlds collide with ours
Gaining a glimpse on how they work
And what they do in hushed gore
I jog on by unless gripped from behind
Then I ask how long?
Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
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