Silently Poems | Examples

I walk silently away

mud dauber’s nest readily in sight
hanging out of chubby bird wind chime
if I knock it down, I will be attacked by wasps
anticipating their stings, I walk silently away

rivers hum silently until rage spills

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

In the depths of time, where the echoes of wars fade silently

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 of pure revolution,
We lose ourselves among the shadows of words, seeking light in the darkness,
Truth is a flickering flame, a beacon guiding drifting ships,
Who will have the courage to declare it, to place it atop the peaks of conscience?
In a universe where lies swallow the fragile shores of truth,
Brave hearts are needed to pierce the veil, to sing the story,
Every word becomes a sword, every sentence a shield in the silent battle,
Like a dance of stars in the sky, truth shines through our courage.
In this dance of shadows and light, where every step is a choice,
Truth, a hidden diamond, awaits to be discovered by the brave,
The times call for revolutionaries who shout from the mountains what the world refuses,
In every act of courage, truth gains its freedom and eternity.

At the edge of day, shadows dance silently

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 without regret,
Weakness awaits us, like an old secret unmet.
In crowds, we lost ourselves, seeking dreams within,
Loneliness echoes like a forbidden din,
We embraced friends in dances of hope's embrace,
Yet envy sneaks in, casting shadows in its place.
Loves we had, fires burning in endless nights,
Hatred carves its place in corners of wounded sights,
Downfalls were lessons, whispers of clay on the road,
Heights call us with promises of ash bestowed.
We navigate the river of time, eternal grain of sand,
Between dream and reality, yearning becomes bland,
We seek our path beneath the ever-changing sky,
In a melancholic waltz of life passing by.

Mountains Silently Speak

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

Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently

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 could truly be,
hidden beneath masks woven from the fear of judgment,
fear of not being loved for my pure essence.
In the flow of thoughts, I wonder if I will have the courage
to set aside illusions and embrace vulnerability,
to accept that being myself is the path to the freedom I seek,
that authenticity is the key to the gates of light.
I long to dance on the stage of life without the fear of being seen,
to embrace every imperfection like a royal garment,
despair is a cry of my soul for change,
to allow myself to be who I am, even if vulnerable.
In the silence of the night, I promise to rediscover myself,
to transform despair into courage, into inner freedom,
to learn that the journey to myself is worth pursuing with devotion,
it's the only path that makes sense in this ephemeral existence.

Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently

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 could truly be,
hidden beneath masks woven from the fear of judgment,
fear of not being loved for my pure essence.
In the flow of thoughts, I wonder if I will have the courage
to set aside illusions and embrace vulnerability,
to accept that being myself is the path to the freedom I seek,
that authenticity is the key to the gates of light.
I long to dance on the stage of life without the fear of being seen,
to embrace every imperfection like a royal garment,
despair is a cry of my soul for change,
to allow myself to be who I am, even if vulnerable.
In the silence of the night, I promise to rediscover myself,
to transform despair into courage, into inner freedom,
to learn that the journey to myself is worth pursuing with devotion,
it's the only path that makes sense in this ephemeral existence.

Silently Singing

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.

my ego wants me dead in ireland

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 always known myself

It rained at the peak of Eask Tower
The hag I feared had lived there
Stayed slumbering, or may be waiting
To follow me back to America, plotting

Stepping past the scattered sheep 
Stumbling down muddied emerald hills
I was baptized in the petrichor
Wandering my way back to Dingle

Confronting my disharmony led
To a roundabout road to Bray
Climbing the crucifix hill to escape dread
As every life lived is just a single day

What an Adventure

We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods,
We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we could.

We’d push through all the briar and the bramble,
Then chase each other in one big scramble.

We’d get covered in mud and was soaking wet,
Then we’d try to hide from other people, those that we didn’t want to meet.

We’d be out there all day and we would drink from a sparking stream,
We’d still be there as it got dark, but we knew when to go, it was when we heard our mum scream out, IT’s TIME FOR TEA!!

Screaming Silently

I scream but you don’t hear me
No, please don’t go
The darkness encases me
Please just stay
I promise to change
I promise to try
But you don’t hear me

I cry but you don’t see me
Tears of silver scars
The darkness engulfs me
Droplets of hurt
Thinking of loss
Thinking of grief
But you don’t see me

I shout but you don’t hear me
Why hurt me?
What did I do?
My rage fuels me
Stabbing me once
Stabbing me twice
But you don’t hear me

I write but you don’t read me
Deafened mind of ignorance
Immaturity
My pain tortures me
Message unread
Message read
But you don’t read me

I vent but you don’t hear me
This is what hurts me
Alone with anxiety
Aching vibrates through me
No problem here
No problem there
But you don’t hear me

I weep but you don’t see me
Pretending to not see
Wet cheeks of sorrow
As loneliness languishes me
Heaving sighs
Heaving mind
But you don’t see me

I whisper but you don’t hear me
Please help
Save me
Despair devours me
Silently screaming
Silently slipping
But you don’t hear me

I Cheered You On Silently

Ostrich baby, thank God you cracked open at last
I wanted to help you, but other mothers were looking
I cheered you on silently as mothers must do when socialized

Silently In the Graveyard

Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun
In the sacred silence of the dusk	
Through a route obscure and lonely
I walked on until reached before a grave yard
My thoughts curled round the forgotten tombs
Where the dead remain anonymous as dust, 
And sleep dreamless through years, 
Where wind whistles through heap of bones. 

Here, Death sits on his imperial throne,
Mocking at the relics of human glory
Zealous with the task of clearing out the old,
To make way for the incoming ones
Marked by moss grown grave stones  
Here each life is a volume closed down,
To be cast aside and eventually forgotten, 
Or locked forever in the annals of time!

‘Round that colossal decay’, I stood sad
Thinking of Shelley’s Ozymandias!

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~Placed Sixth~

June.28. 2022

2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.5.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney

Silently Invisible

Her face is a master at not reacting
No one notices. She is older, you see.
Quiet and unassuming
Invisible now, without knowing how she got here.
Inside she feels nineteen, fifty years ago for her.

The others do not notice her now. 
No one is shushing anyone; their secrets are revealed.
She does not out them or alarm them or alert them.
Her imagination is screaming with glee.
They are so totally entertaining!

No one realizes she is in the lunchroom.
They have no idea she is writing it all up.
They are all fodder for her poems, they are material.
Her face gives nothing away. They do not have any idea.
Until her book comes out.

Silently

Silently suffering,
Silently sleeping.
Silently staring,
Silently stalling.

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