Quiet Poems - Poems about Quiet

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 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 hold you in morning’s quiet, where grass leans close to listen, and let each flower bloom from the warmth of your breath. When you cross my door one quiet night, I would borrow the river’s silver glow, braid it softly into your hair, so even the moon would lean closer to see where its light has gone. Stepping into...

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

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love is the silent whisper now somehow that blow in the wind but leadeth me through the quite storm again ...

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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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Each night I call your name— and light bends close, soft edges fading into darkness. Your laughter cracks the silence, scattering tender sparks through shadows' quiet veil. In your gaze, the world stills, held by a steady glow— then awakens, flowing in gentle waves. You are the calm warmth in the coldest hours, a quiet force that slows the rush of time. Within your silence, God’s breath dwells— and your...

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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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Not every blossom greets the sun, Nor every triumph shouts it's won. Some flowers bloom in silent grace, Unseen by crowds, yet touched by faith. They grow in corners most forget, Where pain and prayer and love have met. And though no stage may hold their name, They burn with soft, eternal flame. So let them bloom, those quiet souls, Unpraised by fame, yet...

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A heart grown weary in silent rain, No roof to shelter, no meal to gain. No gentle voice, no hand to hold— Just aching silence, damp and cold. I left behind what broke my soul, A job that crushed what once was whole. Now I drift with nowhere near, And all I know is ache and fear. I do not seek to shame...

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