Art Silence Poems

There is an art to s i l e n c e,
a beauty in its presence,
when a natural choice.

From the fragility of b u t...

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The chance to love is born from the silence of a divine verse,
An altar in the firmament where heaven shares its secret with the grand...

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A lady in a Victorian dress,
Next to an old printing press.
Within a gloomy writing lair,
Falling down the abyss of despair.

I can see the tempest in...

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Truth, a blazing sun, burns bright and clear,
Its scorching rays both banish and ensnare.
It can ignite a fire, chase shadows out,
But fear may flicker in...

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In the secret garden of memory, where echoes of silence ceaselessly blossom,
I chain my breath to the roots of the heart, now desolate, now unveiled.
Moon...

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In the chamber of silence where souls converge,
Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being.
Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles,
They are armors against...

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In your silence I see colours,
speech crumbling like flaking paint, dried; truth dripping from lips, black spittle on a brush.
In the silence I inhale the...

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In the depth of silence where love is born,  
You pronounce my name with a voice of spring,  
In an echo that crosses...

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A certain lady is going to learn all about you,
First starts slow with guiding hands; I am in the walls.
Every corner of the room, whether...

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Today I’m thankful for for the ability to appreciate silence:

How when we are blessed to spend some time in silence
we enjoy her calm…
her peace…
her art
while...

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In the silence of my thought, the world slides by - a holy library of signs,
Each book, a life, each page, a destiny woven in...

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Fight with demons inside voices talk
Controlled by an rage of emotion
Or to control the being inside its breath
A man of being or humanity fear
The strength...

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Silence-unlocking my creative self...

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In realms of understanding, sorrows intertwined,
Expressed through eloquent grief, a voice confined,
Words fall short, unable to unveil the soul's design,
A silent turmoil within, a tale...

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Swim my world.
Under shadows havoc cry
I bend this for you, pressing onto paper, a
Caravaggio dawn falling westward.
In madness beauty born, will thee watch the
Dark machine,...

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