Short Quieter Poems
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I hear a voice.
It's a muffled sound.
I hear it crying.
I start running.
I hear it becoming louder,
But quieter.
It's quiet now.
I see me.
It was me.
Make muddled life quieter
than the rhythmic raindrop
rolling euphoria on the leaf.
Listen to the placid symphony
of the serene soul
soaking the drizzle of silence.
Quiet, quieter, quietest,
in heart’s nest, we are by God blessed,
wherein the full spectrum of light,
in time bestows on us clear sight,
to which end, as our will we bend,
in vibrant stillness we ascend.
Silence is an art
The more quieter
The more better
You can hear.
There is beauty
In everything
Even in silence
Even in darkness.
Silence speak to you
About the secrets
Of the universe
If you just observe.
quiet, quieter and quieter yet still
mindfully watching each stirring that arises
aided by divine magnetism heightening its bliss hum
we remain in a time dissolved peace continuum
grateful God has steadied the flame
Feeling better aren’t we,
the extra voice grows quieter.
Do not diminish your pain,
it comes to teach you.
Lessons forged in the fire of our hearts
Making us stronger for those who deserve us.
Stay strong little Sister
Howels pain howlin veins
suddentary calming of the prevolent
scars pain for death all remores
calm and collaspe
definatly not about you
killer deallings
quieter storms
dreams of spiders falling on you
dreams real but fake supersuspicion
A heart is never silent
just quieter at times
Some hearts far less constant
out of common tune
rhythm difficult to define
Therefore each heart is special
no two exactly alike
The nearer the match
the greater the miracle
Love~ a Harmonic treasure --
Life is bright, make it brighter
than the sparkling crystal star
to shine ecstasy in the inner sky.
Life is quiet, make it quieter
than leaf-cradled drop of water
to hear the soul’s serene sigh.
October 12, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No. 23
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
When life is quiet, I make it quieter
than the raindrop rolling on euphoria of leaf,
to listen to the symphony of the soul,
drenched in the drizzle of silence.
December 1, 2020
Stanza taken from : Drizzle Of Silence
Contest : Liberum Divisa 3
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
With haunted looks, in the mind
Lives one yet more secure
Than in the moment. When to it
Exposed, coldheartedly
Makes numb, blows inwardly.
Timid spectre, back and forth
Time's corridor skulks.
Daily retreat of re-living
A past kindness. Through acts
Love, quieter, contacts.
Bright ,cheerful,jovial is his visage
You sense a fragile sadness
Belied by his soft smile
In quieter mood his face relaxes
Worry lines fragment his calm
Tears threaten like raindrops
The pent up dam now bursts,his bulwark gone
Broken,beaten and bereft
A sad shell of a man
Alabaster beauty caressed delightfully.
Excruciatingly flirtatious gentle hands, incite jubilant kisses.
Luxuriant moans naughtily offend pedestrians.
Quieter rumblings satiate trembling urges.
Vanquished wellsprings xeriscape yearning’s zealousness.
**19 Sep 2015**
Sand gets grayer, melting sun
Merges into setting phase
Waves slow down their run
To the quieter pace
Gentler blows the ocean breeze
Cirrus clouds decay
Shines a metaphor of peace
In the air today
Looks like postcard type of view
But it’s not that trite
On the premise of the few
Who can breathe the light.
Sleep, a wonderful gift of nature
That revitalises the body
And invigorates the mind
The silencer of a crying baby
The quieter of a whole town
The tranquilizer of a troubled mind
After the day's hard work
It is the last resort
A natural antidote for headache
A short nap in the day
Can make a huge difference
When the weight becomes too difficult to pull
I find I am relieved of the rope.
Things get quieter
But the questions are still crushing.
Lingering and lurid
They prod and peel
The protective plastic on my mind.
I fall into myself.
An interesting place
And I know the play there.
But not so much here
On this odd earth.
I’ve been hibernating for this period
And in my slumber, I have simply seen shadows
The music is quieter
But the lights are brighter
The lines down my face reveal my secrets
I have been hiding
Listening to jazz and feeding my frenzy
In a black shirt and broken sandals
I have been hibernating
But I promise I’m still brutally breathing
Form:
she taught me
without meaning to
that love
should be quieter
less overwhelming
less visible
less… much
she watched me feel
like it was something
to fix
like my heart
needed discipline
so I learned
to lower the volume
of everything
to love
in ways
that would not
make anyone uncomfortable
to become
digestible
instead of real
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
Now look, there
on the outskirts
see the dust, rising
it's the future calling us in
our names are in its dirty mouth
our names are on its filthy list
Heartbeat of the world still sounds,
quieter maybe but still it pounds.
She may roar in pain as if giving birth,
but can always find joy and mirth.
no despair in hearts can bear
to cry and hands wrung saying "no Fair".
Long is the life of a universe created,
will still be alive while we are creamated.
Andrew P.McIntyre 08/09/2023 (c).
First bursts of brightness
Is not at all politeness
Trying to catch more z's
The light buzzes like bees
The louder the brightness beats
The quieter the nap fleets
Forced to make a move
My body will surely disapprove
But up, up, and away I must go
What the day brings whose to know
Journeying towards the early day I face
Morning blues cease with each new pace
as the false ego recedes
and pristine presence emerges
this shell in which we dwell
invokes grace as bliss surges
resting stirrings that may arise
slow, slower and slower yet still
motionless in each storm
we imbibe peace to heart’s fill
quieter than the void of space
where in form we are encased
transcendent yet immanent
no puzzles remain to be laced
ERUPTION OF ANGER
Relationships explode in sudden seismic rupture,
from volcano of anger magma of mind erupts fire,
burns the shattered heart in lava of ember disdain.
If touch of remorse makes the upheaval quieter,
dousing the flare of fire with the torrents of tear,
the scorched soul will rise from the ashes again.
February 12, 2019
Sandbox is rusty
The swing is covered with mold
They are so lonely
Without their bluebird
Playing and squealing on hold
Disappeared no word
Little chair’s broken
Vines withered away and brown
Hope you’ll be back ‘round
Drum beats no longer
Tambourine’s quieter than quiet
Frozen berries thawed
Mimi’s arms aching
For her Wrenna girl to hold
just don’t understand
Sandbox is rusty
The swing is covered with mold
They are so lonely
Without their bluebird
Playing and squealing on hold
Disappeared no word
Little chair’s broken
Vines withered away and brown
Hope you’ll be back ‘round
Drum beats no longer
Tambourine’s quieter than quiet
Frozen berries thawed
Mimi’s arms aching
For her Wrenna girl to hold
just don’t understand