Silently Poems - Poems about Silently

In the labyrinth of thoughts, where worlds silently revolve, Under the shadow of the Monarch ruling in unseen illusions, A solitary Sovereign, avatar of ancestral downfall, Reigns eternally over human souls, ephemeral and fragile. And only Christ, the divine opposition, pure and chosen light, Dared to stand before the throne of this vicious world. On the first step, the liberal with...

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rivers stay silent happy to hum to themselves until a rage spills in torrents, cascades and falls only quelled in spells of drought...

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In the depths of time, where the echoes of wars fade silently, Every conflict is born not as a clash but as a desperate defense, We are immersed in a sea of silences, where the obvious becomes duty, Freedom means the right to tell the world what it refuses to hear, In times of deceit, truth becomes an act...

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Where do thoughts come from, these uninvited guests that silently creep into my mind like shadows? Do they sneak from corners of my soul I dare not visit, dark and unknown places? They sit in my mind like unwanted visitors, asking questions I cannot answer, rearranging the furniture of my peace, Leaving before I notice what's missing, leaving...

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I stay situated upon an antique dusty leather chair as the scent of incense invokes snippets of half-written pages from my past... thunder gently rolls in from the yonder while I dive deeper into the...

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At the edge of day, shadows dance silently, The sunrise reminds us of sunsets lost quietly, Light has been our companion, yet darkness whispers near, We live our lives in celebration, while death silently waits here. Young we were, with wings of wind toward the skies, Yet old age approaches softly, with footsteps in disguise, With mountain strength, we face storms...

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The mountains silently speak of a place where she yearns to be beyond those snow-covered peaks...

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Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently, a longing to open my wings and fly towards truth, but often I lose myself in the labyrinth of others' dreams, like a bird trapped in the cage of lost expectations. Despair envelops me like a fog on the horizon of the soul, whispering that I am not who I...

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Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently, a longing to open my wings and fly towards truth, but often I lose myself in the labyrinth of others' dreams, like a bird trapped in the cage of lost expectations. Despair envelops me like a fog on the horizon of the soul, whispering that I am not who I...

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Amidst the folds of time, the shadows of memories stretch silently, I dress myself in your echoes, garments of dreams and bygone desires. They don't fit me, but I wear them like a cloak of untold stories, slipping off my shoulders like a river of whispers lost in the night. You extended them to me as relics from a...

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This winter will leave silently, like a dream that fades at dawn, wrapped in memories carefully hidden in the corners of the soul, to be unwrapped again when the cold weather turns back time, when the snowflakes will once more carve their path to the waiting earth. The cold tap water, which once chilled our hands with shivers, will remain...

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In silence I listen, To hear a song, One I carry within, Playing all day long. Felt by all you let in, It's loud and singing, Symphonies of emotion, Silently playing along. Effecting everything around, With it's powerful sound, Now Making hearts pound, With the signal i've found....

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Under neon lights, she waits silently, with paint spread on her lips and mascara running like old tears, while men pass by, hungry eyes stripping her like something forgotten, cast into the darkness of night. Her skin is not her own, but a currency, a language learned through whispers and hidden wounds. Each touch feels like another name erased, another fragment of herself she trades...

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The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen, Through the whispers of Iashi's stones, wrapped in its own mystery. How long and tiring is the journey through boundless realms, Emerging from the shadow of the past, with old, untouched stories. What secrets are hidden among the stars, in shining constellations? What mysteries sparkle in the vast cosmic night, trembling? From...

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Tires rang against the road in my eyes The grinding of whetted knives Tinnitus rings in my teeth Threats are thought, silently Back sores scream and swamp Ass creeps through the carseat In the beauty of County Mayo I am it's tourist blemish This trip was a supposed celebration A turning of a page, a grasping of roots Some sort of self discovery but I Have...

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