Silence Poems | Examples of Silence Poetry

the hermits gathered, exchanging notes each had searched for the truth but had failed so they conferred, sharing their heart’s emotes dismayed that the light within had now paled the first hermit’s meditation was earth solidity we need to keep us grounded control over matter, enhancing self-worth yet by form bounded and by fears confounded the second hermit mediated on water subtler...

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Scars fade but trauma doesn't She wished it was the the other way round At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all Each tear was another cut Each cut made her numb She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her...

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I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden, The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths, The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast, I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds...

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Silence is the absence of energy No vibration, movement, or synergy Nature muted, physics frozen Molecular loss of motion Stillness, cessation, yet more Peaceful quiet we adore Or the calm before the storm A meditation to perform Tranquility without a note No rhythm or tempo to denote Without melody or harmony A sad musical larceny No instrument, no voice to sing No string to pluck or bell to...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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Written June 17, 2025. Title: “In Stars Above.” Contest: This or That, Vol 34. Sponsor: Edward Ibeh. They say stars are dead things, light still traveling from a time before love undid me. I stare at them anyway. As if answers live in burning ghosts. He touched me like I was holy— then left like I was haunted. I called it devotion. But it was ruin dressed...

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Winds whisper ‘Arrival' come Spring Departure in November January’s gusts inhabit every crack and crevice Summer’s banners lie limp against their poles ...

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an earth bound task calls we enter the chaos poised in staid silence the dream unfolds in as is ordained witnessed by spirit...

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I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night, Where birds find their nests and the morning rises on wings of light, There where the Sky kisses the Earth with lips full of blue and the greenery sighs, Where the day whispers a gentle secret to the night and people gaze...

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They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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Noise and chaos is the world outside while silence is our inner self. Stop and reflect every once in awhile escape the world that rages outside. A sacred place of peace and tranquillity sheltering beneath silent skies. ...

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I kissed the fall. Ran barefoot through glass and silence. Told him I loved him— even when it undid me. It was raw. It was ruin. But it stayed, like a scar worth naming...

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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 all the lies and the secrets you hide— what would they say if the truth got outside? You map every bruise like it’s...

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Image : 3 In water dark, I learn to drown A silence colder than the sea The ghosts I fled still pull me up In water dark He haunts the edge where I should be A memory I never chose Still carves his name inside of me He finds me gasping, cold, stripped bare Each time I hide, he leaves a mark I bleed unseen...

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(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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