On The Quiet(P) Poems - Poems about On The Quiet(P)

A quiet handshake— now just dust on the breeze falls, names fade with the dusk....

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Written: July 16, 2025, for Brian Strand Contest ************************** * * * /|\ ...

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Scott walks alone in crowded light, A mask of joy, a heart in night. No job to ground, no path in view, Just dreams once bright, now lost in blue. He lifts the broken, stays their hand, When shadows grip and fears expand. He holds their tears, speaks calm and kind, Though storms rage fierce inside his mind. A friend on call, a...

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I was saved by quiet things— The rustle of the morning breeze, The way the robin spreads its wings, The golden drift of autumn leaves. I was saved by threads of light That touched my skin through broken blinds, By distant stars that pierced the night, By echoes I had left behind. I was saved by falling rain— The softest tears the sky could...

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E-vening D-awns N-ew A-spiration V-iewed I-n L-ight, L-etting A-ltruistic N-obility U-se E-ach V-ision's A-wakening ©bfa062025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Edna P. Villanueva)...

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oh what dark wine sea of red umbrellas serendipity to keep us warm and protect us from the quiet storm...

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To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be...

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A-ny N-ame G-iven E-ventually L-ets I-tself C-heck A-bout L-ife's E-choed G-ender A-s R-ecord D-oes A-ffirm © bfa070925 Monocrostic (Birthday of Angelica G. Legarda) ...

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N-oble E-choes S-how S-ilence, M-irroring A-ll N-uanced D-ecisions, A-s P-atience A-wakens T-enacity ©bfa061925 Monocrostic (Birthday of Ness Mandapat)...

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If You were mine, I would wake to the taste of rain on your shoulder blade, trace the salt-paths sleep leaves on your temple, and let morning spill through the crack beneath our door. When you turn toward me in lamplight, I would memorize how shadows collect in the hollow of your throat, how your pulse drums against my palm— a Morse code spelling what I...

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Written: July 4th, 2025, for Brian Strand *********** r e f l ...

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She didn’t march, but she made tea for every soul with cracked belief. No banners raised, just kindness worn— the quiet kind that ends a war. ...

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The sun here burns without speaking. In *Sta. Magdalena, even the wind gossips, even the silence sits beside you and calls you **"padaba." But Riyadh? Riyadh listens too much. And when I speak, my voice comes out wrapped in plastic. I eat beside men with vanished names, we all have families blurred behind remittance, eyes trained not to blink at machines, hearts trained not to shatter at...

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K-eep Y-our L-ast A-ce S-afe U-nder Y-our A-ssured T-actics ©bfa062525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Kyla Suyat) ...

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Night wraps me softly in her arms, Whispering secrets, weaving charms. She cradles echoes in my chest, A quiet breath, a gentle rest. Her cloak conceals my hidden scars, Each one a story traced by stars. She treads with footsteps calm and slow, Through empty halls where shadows grow. By day, she hides behind the sun, But when the world is overrun, She dons my...

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