Silence Poems | Examples of Silence Poetry

I woke up today on the wrong side of bed best give me space to sort out my head...

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in the silence of a rising sun i hear the echo of voices amid whispers and recognize old smiling faces in the hush of a frost laden morning i detect the hint of angelic glances while gently rocking the sleeping babe beneath the subdued moonlight i recognize the lingering perfume of love reclaimed in june ...

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dans le silence d'un soleil levant je crois entendre des voix et soupirs reconnaître de vieux sourires dans le calme d'un matin sous givre je crois voir de doux regards en berçant doucement l'ange qui dort sous une lumière tamisée je crois sentir le doux parfum d'un amour renoué en juin Translated from my poem IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN...

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sunny noon listening to the birds singing alone in silence...

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our beautiful balloon, about to burst an endless journey suddenly meets its end our faults forced us to tango photographs torn, shattered glass in the open our roads split in two, our bridges broke to let our ships sail toward different oceans winter flakes now drop cold summer shines now warm ...

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afraid to let go we dwell in our comfort zone in the web of illusions befriending silence as awareness self-aware we discover light of Self...

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In the silence that flows like a river of shadows and lights, I don't say many words, but I feel everything, Every unspoken word, every silence that becomes an echo too loud for my heart, I care in a way people don't notice until they wake up without it, I extend my care not for recognition, but because...

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In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was, And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds, To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours, To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see, To be like the moon,...

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In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust, The butterflies in my stomach have slept so long they seemed like stones, Or perhaps they died in a winter of forgetting and cold shadows, But now, suddenly, I feel them awaken as if they were memories, They begin to move slowly, unhurriedly, like children in the...

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You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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My days were filled with limp lifts of your hands, each a tear steeped in lost compassion. You made me swim in a cold, clammy sea of sorrow~ and shaped me into a voiceless, motionless s c u l p t u r e. My cries were your joy~ your face and the devil’s wore identical masks. Your...

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imbibing bliss magnetism vibratory mood and mode celebratory poised in witness mode we sing to the void an ode for the benign divine facilitation positioning us in all time meditation...

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A surrealistic silence hangs sluggishly in the air, as I sit upon your violet clawfoot recliner, sorting fuchsia dresses into melancholic piles. An opal ring glistens while the sun drapes over your portrait, reflecting splashes of kaleidoscopic colors on barren walls. Dust cakes the creaking floorboards as I place belongings into cardboard boxes. A faint lullaby gradually infuses this somber undertaking. The...

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When poets fall into silence, humanity will lose not just its voice, but the very essence of Life, soaked in the pain of fallen kin, surrounded by the tumult of fears that dance like shadows on the cold stone-like asphalt, a poet dips their pen in tears of silver. He had a name, a name that echoed like...

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The symphony of our hearts vibrates like an eternal whisper in the silence of the night, in a continuous flicker, like my phone that rings incessantly from your call, and we talk for hours, letting letters, words, love poems flow from us, we have conversations like two lovers, dreaming of a future together, a "happily ever after" woven from...

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