Silencer Poems | Examples

Sleep

Rest my child,
May your dreams be forever sweet,
Like your gentle heart,
A peaceful sleep.
Drift into the silence,
To a peace I'll never know,
For until the world spins in reverse,
I cannot reach where you go.
Slumber away from the evils of this world,
Knowing love will always be by your side,
Rest in heavenly silence,
Pay no heed to the tears that fall at night.
Our prayers are with you,
Every second of everyday,
So sleep my child,
Until you wake up in our arms again someday...
Until you wake up in our arms again someday.

Marionette

A little Soul that loves me
As I love her.
I made her so.

Our solitude, like snow.
That silencer of trees - whose
Leaves of thought fall softly.

Though born of trees, she never falls 
For I control her every move. 
And she will never fail me -

For frailty is flesh and blood
And Love that’s won.
Not made.

This little maid of paint and wood
Will never age.
Nor die, diseased - and weary.

New Puppeteer! - New Life!
Her strings can be repaired.
Her eyes - re-stared.

My fingers lose their grip on her
As she outlives My Life.
My Love. And so - 

I Gift this World this pretty Soul
Who stole my heart
And steals the Show.

Move on my friend

Relentless guilt screams her name
His cowardice brought on her regretful shame
Womb silencer, he's a false friend and true foe
Thirteen years of patience. She needs to let go 

She roared with loyalty to his weak manly reflection
Undeserving of her patience, his love was an unfortunate infection
He's like a disease in her heart, she struggles to be cured
We told her many times he was never matured 

Enough to be a bold righeous man
And take her generous giving hand
In marriage and walk down the aisle
Man up and make her heart smile 

This toxic situation ignored its expiry date
Refusing to open her eyes to reality and the path of fate
Her frowning heart is filled with melancholy and sorrow
Move on my friend to a real man and happier tomorrow


(Inspired by a friend of mine)

Big bang

Tega Cay deers stray
Green grass on golf course won’t last
Sharp shooters silencer blast

Heavy Is His Breathing

heaving, heaving
of the owl
heavy is his breathing

the weight of it
is leaning
upon the reddened rail

his eyes glimmering gold
opening wide
can see inside your soul

so close, so warm
so cold
he’s stealing your breath

its freezing
in midair
the owl can’t help
but be aware
of your awful stare

the figurine
faulting
ferociously frightened
hair stands up on your alabaster skin

feathers wrap ‘round
the porch climber
the climax shivering

eyes still staring
staring you down
daring you to look away

with that awful flapping
that territorial crapping
and
beak ringing
buzzing your bell

your hands now clasp
your ears - the silencer
of fears

you close your eyes
disguise the shadows
of the night

they open
all’s clear
nothing to fear

but the railings painted white
the awakening is bright
sinister in the moonlight

step out at your peril
pray for reprieve 
are all exits marked

doesn’t matter…
the pulchritude of a speckled coat
in mid flight
breaks the splattered glass

Thoughts For Sale

No-one truly knows what a moment is worth.

The movie's not over till the credits are run.

Life will never be fair for time has no conscience.

...and then we rip their wings off.

Plastic, silencer of the pocketful of nips timpani.

The dog looked as if it had been used to dust under the bed.

A feral cat stared into the abyss of hunger.

John G. Lawless
©6/14/2023

A Parakeet Green

A parakeet green that I named Eugene
and early in the mornings he will stir
chirping and flapping his wings in a blur.
It is quite a wild energetic scene . . . 
I swear, I do not give Eugene caffeine
from this bird-   I needed a silencer !
      A parakeet green . . . 

Lively and bouncy like a jumping bean
I cannot, his spirited joy-   deter
and I am for sure no bird whisperer . . . 
He gives kisses-   and a love unforeseen!
     A parakeet green . . . 

_______________________
October 14, 2022


Poetry/Rondine/other/A Parakeet Green
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1494-335-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France 

Written for the Standard contest, Rousing Rondine
sponsor, Jeff Kyser, Judged 11/21/2022

Third Place

For Eternity

Heartstrings levered,
Your skin foliated, 

We tug our veins in a last passage,
Kipper the medical syndrome, 
Cancer made you the sacrificed... 

I clasp my little baby boy,
His eyes are the silencer, 

Let life be the sequencer,
You will remain in my storge,
Heaved in my heart. 

Cancroid will flush my benign,
My water of life,
Dad will always love you.

Blood Language

When the barrel speaks,
crimson thoughts 
are expressed non-verbally

Scarlet tones
perforate the air
with ballistic shrieks

Coroner syntax
are arranged in morgue sentences 
of alphabetical autopsies

When the barrel speaks,
violent desires
are sated in silencer reverie

Blue steel fiery emotion
be coldly exclaimed
by stained tongues trigger happy

Solemn whispers
is the universal language
spoken with rigor mortis affinity


4-19-21

Ode To Maisamari

A story of nightmare's wish to stir and stay,
did you seek to awake?,
something is predator that now ply here day,
it could have sought to yonder hate,
to revert morning cool crispiness and cud tomorrow,
a sort of pounding did earth reject,
even if he were allowed to dream willingly now.
No bosom of unknown air serves it,
you may check nineteen summer and winter autumns,
here trees and leaves have by virtue fit,
nor little is accepted to mute their green's,
desist ply last century silencer scum,
of a copper factory of underground,
adventure, there could have been many more evils and sins of such a dream.
Oh!, offspring of earth's kind safe your,
children of this century to resist and deny,
it, if it were a plan to storm you, how unfair,
it is a false theory,
now, that they are busy to make attempt,
what does that sigh to?,
how should you throw that behind as mistrust?.

Spartan

Spartan was a wicked task
Full unmasked the evil presence
Violence against a brother rewarded
Quick the silencer will reap

For no value kills another
Yet the process lumbers on
In the wood and city streets
Another victim preyed upon

How shall we make amends?
By the precepts of His laws?
The balance greater drifting onward
Sees the shifting of relief

One cannot help but cry aloud
For violence continues to this day
So when you see a fallen one 
Ask what price demanded Him to pay?

So Baltimore the place of honor
Chicago maims not far behind
"To each his own" the saying goes
Some recompense repaid each time

Gambol On the Rain If Been

Days, goes, in day another days, strawberry, spirit, to honour
Ignite old tyres, that is, choke in lung, keep in the mouth your water “ I don’t know” 
Apologetic orchid, which grow up on the tree
Legs have split the steel, oh my God – robot, woman with silencer
Spray  hell’s fire some of back , to see, “ Yaydama haytopepabawa---
Aiwa wadi maharsamanaw” forever, on the table, 
gold wedding invitation card with embossed print
Run on microscope, said smooth, but quickly spread the symbol, look at
Stars, magnetic compasses, come back or abandon from North, traditional song of captain
Pass the mountain, kiss which be out of breath the suffering, “ my whiskey” ,
 at the hospital, cemetery, been prohibited drug, universe, teller about truth, thi’ sa
To sold however price , my foolish, check out , had back wear the shirt, fresh space, blue God,
Tattoo of your hand, breath invited grumble wind, darkness, “ stop stop” here, 
stop until ending loudly
Don’t know do painting come out from blood, if know, 
new train of death soul, Art lead to the freedom    


Thwelt Di Nwe

A Heroic Silencer

A Heroic Silencer

today is the first day to your rest of life;
payed in full circle as in an envelope punch
there they sat yet tend to over react...

A heroic silencer

Acrostic Without a Title

Poetry silencer,
Timid words unable to reach paper;
Sound loud in my head
Deafening.

The Battle Is An Inside Job

the bombs disintegrated
bodies all over:  at the park,
houses, in traffic and this
piece of art a tv movie 
what could be if the wrong
button was pushed 

and the day after, I cried.
and a poem would stir inside.

I had a dream and 
it was electric - for
I was shocked that
something so deadly
could be used as a 
silencer of foes, a balancer
of disagreements
would I grow up?
could I grow up? 

could it all fall out?
poison of battling
leaders could stall
the lives of millions

are the longtime battles
ought in favor of humanity?
are the masses in danger
o falling victim to misguided
insecurities, disguised heroics,
and endless distractions?

I heard a voice sounds
like the wind and it said,
the battle is an inside job
again and again and again....

• Short Silencer Poems
• Famous Silencer Poems
• Best Silencer Poems
• Read Silencer Poems
• Long Silencer Poems
• Silencer Quotes