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

I'll be waiting quietly Back behind the scenes In case, perhaps it's meant to be That we live out those dreams I'll still be up most half the night Thinking hard and long And in my mind 'twill in my sight See Bluebird singing songs Reading books I think you'd like Each year one more in sum Talking to you while...

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In broken silence, a single breath rises-- flickers of hope through the cracks, light spills where shadows clench vigor birthed from the stillness, victory whispered softly....

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"Incline your ear and come to Me. Listen that you may live; And I will make an everlasting covenant with you." Isaiah 55:3 I chose the character trait, trustworthy, and wrote this piece alternating between prayer and listening to God speak to me. Father, all glory to You and Your Son, I treasure Your forgiveness of...

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I stumble — soft bruises hidden beneath smiles. But each fall is a seed, planted deep, pushing roots through doubt, growing stronger in silence....

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The door swells in its frame each winter, paint curling like old tongues — still you press it open with a finger, leaving soft dents in the wood. Inside, the walls hum from hidden wires; plaster sighs under your barefoot weight. Every step — a loosened nail, a whisper of dust sliding down beams. The windows breathe in drafts, their single panes shivering; no storm...

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she looked up cracking a little smile her eyes far into the distance and thoughts reaching out beyond like all she needed were the memories ...

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1401 Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Brian Strand ( Honorable Mention ) Written: August 04, 2025 Sunlight warms cheeks-- quiet dawn, dream's sweet adieu, hope stirs the daylight. ...

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The Quiet Faith A quiet doubt begins to creep, My darkest secrets buried deep. I start to seek a path to mend, A lonely journey without end. A lonely journey without end, I start to seek a path to mend. I see the light that shines in me, I let my wounded spirit free. I let my wounded spirit free, I see the light...

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We sit and share blood the colour of wine that ripples in glass on table which stretches stretches stretches oceans between us. You’re there but afar and I’m here but foreign. I wonder what question you’ll ask me; what magnolia reply I’d gouge out of the thinning air. Your hand flinches....

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I feel it all.. the highs, the lows.. The silent grief that never shows. I smile like I’ve not seen the fire.. But flames still flicker beneath the wire. I play it cool, a practiced game.. While inside burns a nameless flame. A storm of thoughts, both sharp and deep.. That churns beneath what looks like sleep. I’ve danced through hell at a...

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A QUIET SUMMER CROWD Birds perched on the fence… Cats sleeping under shade trees… Flowers looking on… ...

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Amidst the unsettling crowd of animals, I still feel alone, even if you're sitting by me. There is no cure for my loneliness. The feeling is similar to what great poets must've felt— that forced them to ascend from this land, by escaping through a beautiful route called death. It is a path with many pitfalls, but I feel at home, drifting...

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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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