Long Whisper Poems
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Panagiota Romios
She ignores her pain and waltzes
on tiptoes on billowing clouds
She hugs the sun and the crowds
of stars with the moon above
as she walks this earth loving God
with all her being a world of many faults
She lets her breath of golden sun
whisper words before the serene
ardent night that slumbers, dreaming
with cautious, academic mien
allowing her pen flow, not just one,
with sunshine and meaning.
With her might black ink sword,
she, a knight defending against a hoard
of critics with the Armour of the Lord
She is a loyal friend I've never met
except in her words, how can I forget
She brightens my day with her soul speaking.
Allow yourself to know her with bless feelings.
1/7/2022
There is an old library
With thousands of books
Big books, little books,
Happy books, sad books
Books with pictures,
Books with words,
On some nights
Tiny black words
Call their authors
They sing, they laugh,
They whisper or twitter
Anne's books cry
They call her and ask
Did we make you go insane
Did we make you be honest
Did we make you be brave
Number our sins. Number.
Did we order you to
Put on your mother's old fur coat,
To lock yourself in the garage
And start the engine of your car
Did we tell you to poison yourself
From the grave write to us, Anne,
Write to us. Write.
Forgive us. Forgive.
Say we didn't.
Say.
I can feel your beauty flow
I can touch the essence of your smile
while all the while. . .
Though I can't see you, I can feel you
I can hear you whisper in my ear
So clear
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
I can sense that you're here
Even though I can't see you, I can feel you
Lord, I love you, I love you so much
I can think of pleasant dreams
You are always here
You're closer than my skin
I await you to come even closer nearer my Lord
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
I can sense that you're here
Even though I can't see you once again
The fragrance of yourself leaves me breathless
I am not shamefully not to be embarrassed to say that I do
I love you
I can feel your smile
And I know that I'm your child
I'll never let you go, because this you already know
That I won't go away I'm here to stay
And I do that I love you Lord Jesus I really do
I love you
Lord I love you and I await your touch;
Yes I love you this much (cause I can and I shall)
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
08/16/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " The Love We Have Inside"
Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth:
when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root.
The classroom holds a sacred space,
where hearts find hope, and fears erase.
Not just a room with desk and board,
But a haven where the soul is restored.
A whisper heard, a glance that sees—
Each moment sown like sacred seeds.
Mistakes aren’t marks of shame or loss,
But stepping stones we gently cross.
With open hearts, we build, we mend,
And learn that truth is not the end.
In laughter shared, in silence deep,
We hold the dreams they dare to keep.
And every child, in their own way,
Is seen, is loved, is free to stay.
So may we teach not just with mind,
but with the grace that seeks to find
the spark in each unsure reply—
and raise it gently to the sky.
This is the place where peace is grown:
where every voice is heard and known.
No harsh words echo through these walls—
only gentle care as each one calls.
The teacher’s role is more than guide,
but keeper of peace and light inside.
A sanctuary, day by day—
where hearts are shaped in quiet ways.
In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires,
where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines,
I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs,
seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word,
but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of time,
and relationships turn into labyrinths of mirrors where we lose ourselves,
I wonder if true happiness resides in the silence between heartbeats,
in the quiet of forests where trees whisper their stories to the ear of the wind,
where souls can rest, far from the tumult of the restless and unforgiving world,
and I wonder if happiness might be a state of being, rather than having,
a dance of light and shadow where we find our fragility and strength,
where every step is a moment of grace, a flight on the edge of eternity,
for in our connections with others we discover our vulnerability and need for love,
but also the path to ourselves, to the essence that asks for nothing,
only to be, to feel, to live in peace with all that is and will never be.
Life without you
Has no dreams to come true
Without you,
Life carries no tune
Without you,
I'm cold and roaming alone
Without you,
I've no place that's a home
But when you walk in the room and you whisper my name
My dreams come to life
And the song plays again
I can live . . .
I can live . . .
I'm alive . . .
Without you,
There's no gleam in my eye
Without you,
I have no reason why
Without you,
I am nothing at all and I can't even crawl
Without you,
I haven't a heart beat at all
Without you,
I am simply slowly dying
There's not a melody there's not a rhyme,
But when you walk in the room and you whisper my name
My dreams come to life
And the song plays again
I can live . . .
I can live . . .
I can see . . .
Your love gives meaning to me
I can breathe . . .
I can breathe . . .
There's no mystery hidden from me,
I can touch
I can feel
With you there's no place in my heart that's not healed
When you whisper my name
My dreams come to life
And the song plays again
I can live . . .
I can live . . .
Yet you ask nothing from me
With one look from your eye I can breathe . . .
I can breathe
With you I am finally free
I can live . . .
I can live . . .
I can breathe
With you I can clearly see
Everything I'm meant to be
And with you that's good enough . . .
For me
A silent scream spreads through the night,
A bittersweet joy in the darkness,
In a world of sour sweetness,
Joyful sadness waltzes bright.
A deafening whisper calls us near,
While noisy silence fills the day;
Jumbo shrimp and icy flames,
They play their little big matches.
Living dead and peaceful strife,
A false truth in everyday life,
An awkward relaxed grace, a surprise,
Truthful lies hide in plain sight.
With cruel kindness, we laugh as we cry,
with open secrets that`re not hidden,
A false reality touches the air,
An uncertain certainty spreads apace.
In shameless honour, a giggle grows,
As chaotic order settles,
Across untimely time and space,
Where grave funny oxymorons lie.
Blossoming
In the inner depths
Like a flower
warm touching emotions
Dressed in dark
Glowing
in the embers
A loving devotion
Sparking in dreams
Not being able
To do without
In the clouds
A gentle sigh
Within feelings
At one with
the silver lining
Shines beauty
Lifting the curtains
Sparkling emotions
A dazzling jewel
Smiling happiness
Raising the spirit
To the highest
A whisper falls
upon the breath
The soul sings out
Fluttering
In it's breeze
Gives wings
Love you take
The very breath away
The heart flies
In the spirit
of you
Without wings
Floating heartbeats
Banging on the drums
Within emotions
For you
my dream
Is it possible that existence is our exile,
And nothingness our home?
In the twilight of thoughts, where shadows whisper secrets,
I wander through the labyrinth of my mind,
Each corridor, a reflection of forgotten dreams,
Each door, a gateway to the unknown.
I stand on the edge of reality,
Gazing into the abyss of my soul,
Where echoes of lost memories reverberate,
Like distant stars in a forgotten constellation.
The weight of existence presses on my chest,
A heavy mantle of loneliness and longing.
In the garden of my heart, roses bloom with petals of sadness,
Their thorns piercing the fabric of my being.
The wind whispers tales of forgotten loves,
Of ephemeral moments that danced like fireflies in the night.
I reach out, grasping the intangible,
Only to find emptiness encircled by my hands.
Is it possible that in this dance of shadows and light,
We are merely exiles in a realm of fleeting illusions?
That our true essence lies in the silent void,
Where time ceases to exist, and the soul finds peace?
In the quiet of nothingness, we are whole,
Untouched by the ephemeral whims of existence.
As I traverse the landscape of my mind,
I find solace in the melancholy of my thoughts,
A bittersweet symphony that resonates through the corridors of my soul.
In this exile, I find a strange comfort,
A reminder that in the dance of life and death,
We are but fleeting whispers in the wind.
And so I embrace the exile of existence,
Finding beauty in shadows and light,
In the roses that bloom with sadness,
And in the stars that guide me through the night.
For in this dance of shadows and light,
I find my place, a wanderer in a realm of dreams,
Embracing the mystic melancholy of my soul.
Whisper unto the Whispering Woods!
Cry it aloud!
Whispering Woods, for it doth seem that nature
Herself doth whisper unto me!
Beseeching reverence and respect
Whilst planting sundry creative
Fancies within my mind.
One needs to wander farther
Than the woods
To conjure
Endless realms of fantasy.
Knowing well that Druids
Do find their cathedrals
Amidst the forest.
Hark! The world awakened!
A forest of inward magic!
These poems be symbolic,
Playful, and brimming with fantasy!
In so grave a world,
Beset with manifold trials and tribulations,
I do wish to wander
The imaginative realm
To discover whither it may lead me.
Readers (listeners) are encouraged
To interpret these poems
According to their own understanding,
Finding therein many meanings,
For the verses may bear
Messages diverse.
Messages changing according to the life
And experiences of each reader.
In the bloom of my youth,
I was often enticed
Toward the muse.
By mine elders
Who didst dote upon me
With most tender affection
And bade me take up
The charcoal and quill.
They took passing great delight
In the parley of my humble
Sketches, and with open purses
Didst find the means
To set me within the halls
Of the academy of arts.
By their grace,
I am now firmly resolved
That art, in its every
Wondrous guise,
Doth hold a most noble
And rightful station
Beneath the Stars,
In the Cosmos.
On blessed Bardic journeys!