Silences Poems - Poems about Silences

In a forgotten corner of the world, where silences stretch like a carpet of mist, My thoughts wander among the ruins of lives scattered by the wind, Reminding me that wisdom and madness dance hand in hand, Like two shadows merging under the pale light of an eternal sunset. In the silence of an endless night, I contemplate the...

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Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit, the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo. Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight, survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions. The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped...

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the path that I follow is tangled as I wander the forest where the twisted trees talk and the rivers whisper and the sounds of the birds chirping ...

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In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly, On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays, The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten, And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words, Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters, They trap me...

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Oh, how can we deny ! when the poor translations of HIS language deafen us, while HIS silences make us cry. (01.03.2025) "Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation" - Rumi....

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two singular heartbeats emergent with fluttering exhalations a tiny speck of time and temperature rushing nowhere beside falcons pausing breakneck together i hear her wet whispers kissing caressing deep lidless eyes my heart knows the latitudes understands the lay of the land bestows a feast of electric night giving flowers of touchings receiving tongues of fire inside this temple of ancient desire emergent with breathless silences two...

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In the twilight of silences, where the shadows of thoughts intertwine mystically, How is it possible for someone to know all my thoughts? To understand me without a word, to feel what I feel, To anticipate what I will think, almost as if they have already lived my life? It's as if I see a mirror, but at the...

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In the silences of twilight, I merge with the colors of a tempestuous dream, Spirits whistling through galaxies of shattered darkness, I speak with the passion of falling stars, a symphony of souls, In a cascade of golden whispers, in the heart of the crimson night. I have been the guide of shadows, the medium for lost hearts, Trying to...

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Hush, the world will never know the mystery hidden in silences, Paper bird feathers, drifting like the specters of unspoken dreams, From my heart, scattering like stardust on angel wings, Grains of dreams carried by infinity, suspended in the universe of an unwary thought. Neither the reddish breeze of autumn, caressing the leaves like a messenger of sacred shadows, Nor...

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In the chamber of the soul, where silences gather, I dwell as a hermit in the city of foam, Where the world seems like a faded illusion, I wrap myself in thoughts, like a tree in its closed bark. Through my veins flows the blood of the unseen, Heroes of solitude, bearers of sharp shields, Warriors in the shadow of the...

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Through midnight of thoughts, where silences dance, Confessing love is like the whisper of a lost comet, In the web of my fate, only a stray star could rise, You are that star which turns every moment in my night into myth. To adore you, is to delve into the depths of an ocean of signs, Seeking answers among reefs...

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Under the vault of memory, where silences are dressed in echoes, I beg you, let your memory dance among us, unbounded. When I open your book, a collection of fragments, My hand navigates through pages, and time dilates Until an insignificant moment bends me, And I find myself embraced by a fleeting vision, A spark of longing decades old, in a...

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In whirlwinds of dreams, where silences dress in whispers, I urge you to steal from the night fine grains of darkness, To lay them in raven feathers, gathering divine secrets, And to spread the torch of light over hearts deaf and blind. I urge you to carve from words new echoes...

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We shall return one day, to the golden age of silences, Where we once dreamt, and time has woven legends in waiting. We will pass through memories where the violin broke its voice, As a sweet-blue wound, haunting the lost echoes. We will return like rivers to the sea of clouds that steals our voice, Under trembling chords in the...

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Whispers … deep inside my pillow Reminding of each fleeting voice trapped beyond the wind Memories … bending like a willow Weighing down my broken dreams —the future lost within (Dreamsleep: August, 2023)...

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