Unvoiced intent before release,
heart’s desire seeking expression,
aided by God’s will, flows with ease,
which ego begins to question.
Light of Self veiled behind thought forms,
feeling no longer bliss beat’s chime,
blown like a leaf in life’s fierce storms,
causes pain in linear time.
Thought cessation is then the way,
to awake in this lucid dream,
poised in stillness we then don’t sway,
in this life we ourselves did stream.
Intent, our will, God’s grace the boon ~
All’s well if we choose not to swoon
Lay me to rest in the lavender and roses
That I have planted in the silence beneath
Stone walls closing off the world of noise
Where I have sat and thought of only you
In prayers preparing me for your presence
Lay me in the lavender and roses
Where I have studied the clouds
And heard the voices of protecting angels
Where I have watched the bees seek nectar
And butterflies salt from skin’s memory of tears
Lay me in the lavender and roses
And let me turn back into earth
Remember me for what I wanted to be
For what I could do considering the torment
And brutality of the life I lived for you.
On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away
prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace
like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray
blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay
soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace
and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
silence swallows time, vaporising space
Self, which is heart does with God’s heart entwine
in no-thingness Self with Self does embrace
as living light, with God’s mind does align
Title: Silence
Written javascript thepoet
Silence
if silence could speak
loud than words
it would echo through my eaching born
it would speak a language of the unknown
a myth to yet discovered, it would
unvilled like the hidden cloth of secret barried to human eyes
it would creep around the darkness just to feet
in the silent moment of untold story
silence
An emotion that has no motion.
it screams when all is in mute
silence is eyes that can see;
Lungs that can breathe, and ears that can hear;
For silence sees what no body can bear to see;
In that moment of silence
Silence is like a voice washed in waves of tranquility its Without words but yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s .silence is the grace within the art like whistle in the dark
embraces your fear
as It deepens your tear
its like death brought to life
It’s a moment of silence
a fear behind the strength
a sound more piercing then anything
To be true to myself
I need to speak loud and clear
~ share what’s on my mind
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I owe it to myself
I need to open up express myself
~speak my truth my mind
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the electric jungle gives us a surreal glow
we think we are in charge because we do not know
that we are blind and stupid, letting the environment die
someday our ancestors will be crying “why?”
Why did they let the forests all get cut down?
Why is there smog and smoke in every single town?
Why are the fish all dead, thanks to pollution, dad?
We are all guilty, for we did not stand up; we are bad.
When we die, we will decompose and become coal.
Is this our legacy? Our ultimate and only goal?
We are pure energy, but who remembers? Who is bright?
The light no one sees is our soul, but our silence is a blight.
Try read from eyes in all details,
A word vouched dies with all details.
Lies can’t be wise with all details,
Truth infers from lies all details.
The cool hearth cooled off my hunger,
Hush did apprise with all details.
What can’t be told in all details,
My silence tries in all details.
What can’t be said but left unsaid,
Reserve espies in all details.
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Ghazal |17.09.2025 | eyes, lies, silence, truth, words
The void,
in which my thoughts have space,
to fly away,
but please, don't hurt me.
Hurt me like you always do,
put sharp blades in my soul,
I know you do.
The memories come up,
the hurt I've been trough and now
I just relive what happened,
in silence too.
Alone in silence,
but than again, I'm not alone.
Ghosts hunt me from my past,
how to avoid them, I don't know.
Can you help me?
Sure you can.
But then it wouldn't be silence anymore,
would it? My dear friend.
A luminous, endless circle,
that icy pool with a noodle to hold.
An entwined reflection,
you can’t see where either one ends.
A heart made permanent with a sharpie,
love letters held inside a shadow box.
An irregular coffee stain on an old table,
we made a mess of lust that morning.
Finishing a sentence with no words,
enjoying an agreeable line of silence.
Little things, an incredible shape,
the outline of devotion.
what to do with the silence?
Why count the days that pass?
We are only afraid of our watches,
Our houses protect us from the rain,
Our cars cross the beautiful Arizona,
Our gardens don’t need mirrors
We are only afraid of our watches,
Mangoes nourish jealous poets,
The peasants cultivate the rice fields,
Why count the days that pass?
We are only afraid of our watches,
That of the sun, What does the sun consume?
Six hundred million tons of hydrogen per second.
What to do with silence? Offer it to the desert,
Offer it to the cats, to the roses of the garden,
To the young girls lowering their eyes,
Offer it to the blue sky, to the giant fig trees,
Why count the days that pass?
We are only afraid of our watches,
Why count the days that pass?
Let’s not be afraid of peony fields
We are only afraid of our watches,
What to do with the silence? Offer it to the horses,
To snails, camels, wines,
We would no longer be afraid of our watches.
I guard my words obsessively
what is said can never be unsaid
~ heard not ever be unheard
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Things that happened when we were young
Was better left unsaid
It wasn't spiders we were scared of or the
Monsters under the bed.
The thing we was scared of came in to our bedrooms at night
We were scared Children we were not strong Enough to fight.
When we had the courage we ran away but the Police bought us back the same day
And when we told someone it was no surprise
That the one responsible said We were Telling lies
So beaten abused In a life filled with violence
Children like me were abused into silence.
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
To which end, our will we must bend
That in silence, each breath sunrise
Melding with the void, we ascend
First things first, this truth we must know
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
By whose power does our heart glow
Where lies the light that lights our eyes
Life script spun seems a web of lies
We feel we’re in a lucid dream
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
In repose atop love’s moonbeam
Staid silence seems the only way
So we cease to weigh, judge and size
Holding patterns of old at bay
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
Specific Types of Silence Poems
Definition | What is Silence in Poetry?