Quieter Poems - Poems about Quieter

... This is not my body. Not the one that used to tell everything to anyone— I mean everything, like I thought it might get me somewhere closer to known. I sat in a circle today, some kind of ......

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...They told me it coils, waiting— some snake of light at the root of all this flesh. But what stirred in me was quieter than myth. Not fire, not ecstasy— just a flicker behind the ribs when I wa......

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...It’s been three years.? And I can breathe again— ?most days.? I smile without faking it,? laugh without guilt.? I’ve grown.? I’ve lived.? I’ve kept going. But then,?a photo falls out of a dra......

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...My chest holds echoes none can hear, A hush of thoughts that won’t appear. What once was warm now drifts like mist, A weight unseen, too dense to lift. Each fracture blooms a quieter scar, Whe......

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... Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy. To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy. Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far. ......

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...“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident,” my brother said, as if reading it aloud from the back of a cereal box. It took me three full seconds to realize he meant our father. We were......

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...I know that silence you hold in your chest, The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest. Where love means walking a thin wire line, And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign. I know a......

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...So we grow older it cannot be denied and we grow to like this little life this smaller, quieter style less of this and none of that and how does that suit you with all your bits falling apart ......

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...We think too much of the silence of things, Indian classrooms where my student's voice breaks free. Bright minds cascade up like golden ink lifting our nation's hope, lotus blooms on......

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...I drank myself numb to hide the pain— the things I saw, the voices I heard when the world went quiet. The bottle never judged me. It just blurred the edges. Made the flashes softer, the gui......

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...I wrote then paused, ball pen hovering— the words too bare. They sat on yellow sheets, unsealed and unsent in little brown envelopes. A line meant for truth, one for letting go, anothe......

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...Dear reader, I am sad because I thought about my life, and it made me want to cry. It didn’t strike me like lightning, there was no crash of thunder or moment of clarity. It was quieter than t......

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... Who knows the sound that silence makes, for its the absence of noise that we partake. For silence cannot be heard. It's lost in the listening up for. It's felt as the break between, what w......

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...2012 – The year I was born, soft and new, unaware of the world’s weight, but full of possibility, a blank page waiting for the first mark. 2013 – Wobbly legs, clumsy steps, every......

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... "A silenced tongue weighs heavy against the soul," quote by poet. I sit amongst a single light, light illuminating a hand-built oaken desk, desk with pictures of the past lay out randoml......

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