Quiet Poems - Poems about Quiet

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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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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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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