Quiet Poems - Poems about Quiet

When it’s quiet in the city, It’s a temporary hush, A break from all the noises Of the normal urban rush. The bustle is suspended For a holiday, perhaps, Or the hour’s just so early, From the hustle there’s a lapse. When it’s quiet in the country, That’s the way it’s gonna stay, Though some birdsong or some scampers May accentuate the day. Many...

Continue reading...

O soul unbound by pomp or praise, You walk the earth in humble ways— No jeweled crown, no trumpet sound, Yet peace and warmth in you are found. Where others rush with tangled aim, You breathe with calm, you speak with flame Of steady hope and open skies, A...

Continue reading...

I want to die— not in screams, not in blood, but in a quiet room where no one waits for me. I think of suicide like a lullaby I hum alone, a final note to silence the noise in my head that never rests. But I'm scared. I'm afraid of the rope, afraid of the pills, afraid of the fall— not just the pain, but the fact that I...

Continue reading...

The quiet sunlight doesn’t announce its arrival— it simply leans against the wall of morning, filling the cracks no one else noticed. It does not chase shadows, just softens them. No battle, no brightness loud enough to burn. It touches the windowpane like a memory you didn’t know you were still holding. Warm, but not urgent. Present, but never demanding. It drapes itself across the cluttered desk, the wilted houseplant, the spine of a book you...

Continue reading...

i found a quiet place for me i created an end unit at the tail end of a favorite beach i have you in my arms as a perfect dream come true love comes from unexpected placed at times now i am a fan of rare happenings that make me smile i found a quiet place for me i created a...

Continue reading...

The day is solemn time to reflect a thankfulness for sacrifice Flags placed to honor Names carved on stone Dates of lives gone Grace and silent prayers No need for spoken words shed a few tears White crosses far to many numbering those lost who gain us this day of remembrance The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs rapid screech of gun fire explosion of a grenade the agony...

Continue reading...

be an angel hush my baby close your eyes hush my darling go to sleep...

Continue reading...

ghosts … of Christmases past wander through this disconsolate house weary but hearty hearts that once thrummed, eager and one their echoes … soft-whispering me of what’s imperfectly precious then … and now. ...

Continue reading...

Quiet Companion I’ll lead you toward your light— with my shadow by your side Remember, please, as you reach your goal, step gently— you walk on my soul ...

Continue reading...

A silver shield— not polished, but burnished with time, like moonlight caught in stone. This is not a banner of conquest, but of endurance. At its center: a fox, mid-step, not snarling— alert, alive, the patron saint of disappearing without being lost. She knows the back ways, the soft ground, the difference between retreat and wisdom. Beneath her paws: wild thyme and yarrow, not roses—never roses. I want the plants that heal quietly, that...

Continue reading...

Season of violet grief A day of navy oaths The weather a dim pink hush— ghosts of past, my muse. I accidentally wrote a letter scrawled on pale paper— Guess, my June, what spills forth when your blade slips through— —not me, the envelope. Perhaps a carol, yes— or an oration (how proud I was!)— or— no, not that— —perhaps just a thin red thread, words sealed in...

Continue reading...

I wait for hazy clouds to soften noon— The world dims as shadows drag out hues. Burnt cement stops sizzling, sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter, my sore eyes shut in relief— a final note, the muted outro— Until the clouds scatter. The familiar heat shatters breezes into embers filtered through a stinging azure. So I sit back and wait. In...

Continue reading...

I kept the window cracked so the wind could speak for you-- all your unsaid apologies tangled in the curtain hem. You used to hum when you left. Now the walls just listen. You were always the one who made absence feel full. But now the rooms are hollow, a cathedral of ache. “The silence fades with a soft embrace”-- but you forgot to hold me...

Continue reading...

Do you remember it … That one late spring day, Solemn, where two could sit A place nearby, but far away It must be there still … All around was dense with green A steep hill, a small hill … A footbridge in-between Leading down into the nook A place both shaded and quiet, And the bench by the brook Sat there waiting by...

Continue reading...

There comes a dusk we do not choose, A hush that steals the flame from fight, When even victors seem to lose In shadows cast by fading light. The moment comes with silent tread, No trumpet sounds, no grand farewell— Just echoes where our hopes have fled, A ringing we remember well. What dreams we held like sacred thread Unravel...

Continue reading...