Silence Poems | Examples of Silence Poetry

How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left Don't answer It's rhetorical anyway Funeral number 1 A piece of her hair A symbol of when they would stop and stare At her hair When they would make her life a living nightmare Until she became too aware Until It became too much to bear Until she silenced...

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The light withdraws— not abruptly, but with the grace of someone tiptoeing from a room ...

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It lingers. Not on the lips. Lower. In the fiber of the tongue, in the spasming depths of fear, where words no longer light paths, but only fester in ancestral silences, like icons submerged in sacred rubble, beneath the cracked beams of a church welded shut from within, where even devils can no longer enter. Parting is not spoken. It is torn between teeth, swallowed...

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Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi ************** Standing rocks that mimic megaliths rise, Indicating where the eroding skull lies. She was once a mother suckling with grace, Now...

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In the frostbitten belly of Russia’s spine, Where the stars are mute and the sun won’t shine, A man with chains and a shattered past, Counts the heartbeats that may be his last. He once wore laughter like a second skin, Now silence lives deep within his grin. No mirrors here—only ice and stone, To remind him daily: he is alone. They took...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi" I was the backbone of your dream— ribs shaped into beams, my blood seeping slow, cementing your tower’s base. You promised a sky of stars, a rise beyond all shadows— but I was just a ghost etched in your blueprint, a whisper beneath your tower. We built forever on lies, stacking stones on my shoulders— I was your ground, your silent sacrifice, the...

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A blot of ink drifts right of center on the page. It grows, devours— Pale pages consumed by black. I asked the low, bruised clouds if my life still counts when my pen scratches a scream— but no words ever escaped. My voice chases cheap ink drips—blurred, bitter, mourning silence they failed to fill. The droplets never reached my paper, I think, the darkened sky stole my...

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I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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Kiss of stillness releases bliss pheromones, inking presence with scent of rainbow’s love hues, sacred ash and sandalwood, teleporting … soul to nirvana....

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Colour of the Silent sea Calm and serene as the silent sea I wear feel of its cerulean waters Swim in peace in its tranquility Let go of negative sentiments To uphold purity and live in harmony. ...

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In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time, the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion, a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope, a desk where ideas take wing...

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Coal-brown smoke smudged lightly with hesitant fingers into the wet grey sky at the edges, a yellowing of dried grass scattered with copper berries fallen from their vines, a leaf spinning crazily on a breeze, a tentative parting of fingertips and a face turned slightly from mine – a profile obscured by dark hair – and eyes scan and count the pylons for something to do. The...

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invoking grace create a rhythm the type that mirrors God’s heartbeat that melding with the vibrant void rapture rises in body prism softly beeping in heart love’s tweet whispers etched in head ovoid...

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“Let silence teach”, the master said “that soul may be by God’s hand fed, whence graced by His touch, we ascend, on choosing to be by love led.” Inertia cajoles us to blend with the crowd that we may defend, attachments to which our heart clings, though all that begins will soon end. Time holds its breath when our heart sings and it is...

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Love’s nectar sipped, soul’s thirst quenched, breathless thus in bliss mists drenched, happenstance when we’re in trance, God making erect our stance. In the zone beyond space-time, in the void sounds heaven’s chime, strobes of light that sing love’s song, when soul’s presence strikes God’s gong. Light that lights all lights whence seen, streamed on earth as aura’s sheen, caused when pheromones mingle, makes then...

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