Quiet Poems - Poems about Quiet

They say the world is full of voices, But mine gets lost among the sound. A whisper drowned by louder choices, A silence no one seems to hound. I walked through halls of hollow laughter, Their eyes slid past like I was air. I smiled, and moments later, after, They left—and I was still not there. My name, a note they never mention, My...

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little things today lets use lots of words to say little things we can lay four-word sentences beneath paragraphs and put exclamation points in places normally reserved for commas we can say ‘tuesday’ several times and call dandelions beautiful we can wonder why ‘morose’ is not a color and accentuate the wrong part of three-syllable words lets use lots of words to say...

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Written: April 26, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ***************** It comes in sizes small ...

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I have met you in my mind, You have been a reflection of my desire. I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror, You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes. I never judged you inside the canvas, Never found you in my head, Never placed you on the stage, Never let you out of my heart. So many people to see, So...

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I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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bring in the rain her rocking chair was hushed, the metric creaking ceased and sprinkles fell gently like a supple cotton blanket. she no longer smiled. her feeble hands were folded while a sweet summer breeze softly kissed her unyielding lips. persistent raindrops fell singing a final melody to the old lady who waited for the kiss of visiting angels. her journey now complete, the fragrance of roses growing...

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In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb, where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory, there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of a new direction appear, like a thread of light piercing through the cracks of an old wall, promising a secret spring. In...

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The hill was bare, the sky undone, The veil was torn without a sound. Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still, And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned. But dawn returned in linen white, A folded cloth, an open stone. No trumpet called, just wind and light, And grace that walked the garden home. Now light outlives the longest night, And hope is...

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A man stands at the edge of a silent park, watching the wind carry leaves like forgotten prayers. No one waves back at the crows. He wonders if the trees know they’re growing. The sky is a pale witness— indifferent to the ache below. He asks questions without shape, the kind that drip between hours and vanish. Once, he thought love might be...

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She gets up each morning, her limbs heavy, her body reluctant to follow the commands of her mind. She moves through the motions because that’s what she’s supposed to do. Get up, eat, go through the day, and pretend like everything is fine. It’s a mask she wears so well that even...

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Mother’s Day feels like a joke with no punchline, like the kind of card you don’t buy because you’d have to lie in cursive. I stare at the shelves lined with pastel lies, the soft-scripted thank yous, and the you’ve always been there's. I want to scream at the cardboard. Always been there? Where? In...

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Written: April, 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann ************************** From a deep weariness of the soul to the discomfort embedded in our bones. From shadowy areas arises brightness, where silhouettes move with heavy steps, in collective hardship and spirits. Answers quietly gather...

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I sit in a quiet space Thoughts no longer plague My mind I am no longer searching for happiness I am the peace you see and find The things that once bothered me No longer waste up my time Im done jumping over hurdles Im done living like i was blind Heartache no longer an issue I flush those tears With no tissue Life is not perfect I...

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The day recedes, a canvas bruised with light, shadows lengthen ushering in the night. A gentle sigh escapes, a weary breath, A yielding to the quiet touch of death... Not final darkness but a soft release, A temporary truce, a fragile peace. The world outside still hums a distant tune, But here, within, a deeper quiet soon Will settle in, a balm...

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a quiet place i lay me down the rhythm is so soothing to my whole soul the world does not matter today i dig the search till the death of me a quiet place i lay me down i talk to the Lord where He can hear me the bestest the bills do not matter right now i dig the contentment till...

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