Silent Poems - Poems about Silent

She left no echo, made no sound, Just folded time without a frown. No curtain call, no loud applause— Just grace departing without pause. A hand once warm now gently still, A final breath, a resting will. And yet, her presence lingers on— In morning light and dusk till dawn. Soft is the way the faithful part— A silent hymn within the heart. No need...

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We bring the dead flowers, Heavy with sorrow’s weight, Petals trembling in cold hands, Blooming just to fade away Upon a place where no one lives. Tears fall slow like winter rain, Nourishing grief buried deep, Roots tangled in forgotten earth, Reaching out for a whispered breath. The wind hums soft a mournful song, Echoes of lives once bright and near, Leaves shiver in the quiet...

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Not every blossom greets the sun, Nor every triumph shouts it's won. Some flowers bloom in silent grace, Unseen by crowds, yet touched by faith. They grow in corners most forget, Where pain and prayer and love have met. And though no stage may hold their name, They burn with soft, eternal flame. So let them bloom, those quiet souls, Unpraised by fame, yet...

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In the depths of the soul, where only silent shadows whisper, Burns a nameless flame, a sun that knows no setting in the whirlwind, Born from our meeting like an intersection of falling stars, It's the light that dances through the veins of time, unafraid of silent winds. You are the fire that burns in the silences of time...

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Written: June 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates. Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?" By Rumi. ************** It swings, not with rust, but a ghostly dance, a silence that trails each...

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Roots in unseen air, Dreams rise where no soil is bare— Freedom lights the heart, Growth chooses its own true way, Dreams weave threads in silent play. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Roots unseen, yet possibility stirs. Trust quiet moments—freedom sparks growth, weaving dreams in time. ...

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Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant Gen Zs the end now, run can't ...

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In the silent dance of time, where seconds fade like grains of sand, We will find ourselves on a train platform, where trains carry unfulfilled dreams, Or perhaps in a park, where pathways shelter steps of longing and hope, Under the watchful eyes of pigeons gathering like thoughts on the still-wet bench. Under cold raindrops falling like blessings from...

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Love lives in silence, it makes us feel all the words inside us. Words are like swords, they brew in silence, lifting us to a place that can make us feel heard. Silence is a blessing at times; it clears the mind making us feel kind and helps us unwind. In silence we can think of...

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Echoes of The Silent Shore .. Beloved.. Nay a word was said between them On that sandy and sun bleached beach But the bodies sought each other out Moving in rhythm and perfect harmony Deep groans emanated from the two As a steamy climax engulfed in a tie From deep within with acute tremor’s Came after shocks with flushed looks Coming beady drops of...

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I stepped into a world unknown, Where seeds of silence had been sown. New faces turned but did not speak— A quiet strength for hearts to seek. She watched me with a steady gaze, As if to read through subtle haze. No words were said, yet much was told, Through eyes that searched, serene and bold. Her glance, a question held in time, A...

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Silent eyes read the sighs in breaths between words. They trace the quiver that lies, on still lips. They hear echoes that, were never made up, or never made it out. They never forgive, only condemn, in so many invisible ways....

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He says, "No soul will hear my cry.. No hand will catch the tears I dry." He says he shines, he says he gives.. But in his chest, no kindness lives. He paints with smiles, a brittle hue.. Yet every laugh he speaks is blue. He throws his echoes to the skies.. And begs the...

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The morning is walking in its own pride And courage is leaning by my side The sun is rising up from the east and fire is burning in the belly of the beast Morning is shining all over the place And the evening sun is melting their faces Strange things are happening in town And the multitude is moving around With bags...

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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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