Soundless Poems - Poems about Soundless

The cry of the heart

My heart cries
With no tears and no sounds
But not less sadness and sorrow
Aging, sickness and disabilities come one by one
Happiness and youth comes and goes
Nothing in this world will last
Maybe only love in my heart
Or maybe in your memory

Silence

Silence is the absence of energy
No vibration, movement, or synergy
Nature muted, physics frozen
Molecular loss of motion

Stillness, cessation, yet more
Peaceful quiet we adore
Or the calm before the storm
A meditation to perform

Tranquility without a note
No rhythm or tempo to denote
Without melody or harmony
A sad musical larceny

No instrument, no voice to sing
No string to pluck or bell to

a soundless morning

Placid stillness
It is practically soundless
Two tiny wind chimes sing
Woods and trees are silent
Dogs take off with their tails high up
Hearing something I do not hear
They are yipping like coyotes now
I expect to see deer, but see nothing

Soundless thunder

If our third eye and heart choose to entwine,
as presence looks on in childlike delight,
there are no meanings we may then assign,
to our wingless flight to zenith like height,
drenched in bliss mists thus by day and by night.
As we’re swept away in this benign storm,
by magnetic pulsations cool and warm,
we learn as we burn in

The Screaming Souls of a Soundless Forest

I romanticize the single room without a jurisdiction
If only I could filter through a voice of logic over reaction 
Would it impel my inner child to regress into an illusion?
My mind composes a structure but it’s just a series of buildings 
Some of them unfrequented, some of them abandoned
Some of them radiant, some of them

Essence of Healing

Rivers of silence, soothing my spirit,
Releasing peace into my being,
Wonder through my existence.

I feel the yearnings of a new beginning,
Singing grace with a beautiful meaning…

Wherever love flows, there abides my soul, gently healing!

Mutiny

Soft, like solitude, silent and still
Soothing away the sorrows,
Grumbling, rumbling, suggestions
Muffled by mystery, our history –
Trembling beneath the shadows,
Quivering in life’s strange insurgences

Campfire Cologne

beneath serene and reflective night skies
gentle feelings silence each tear, each fear,
breathing in smoldering dreams who arise
rustles of stillness, spark a soft prayer.

glowing faintly beneath the moonlit night,
flames enchanting, silencing the sad sighs,
warm odors tempt the eager appetite
along the camp’s edge, before the fire dies.

stars like glitter stand in the softest clouds,
caressing heaven with easy

The Voice of Autumn

Softly sighing, cerulean skies melt over a trail of endings.

Lost in last night’s laughing leaves, silent reflections, memories trembling.

Echoing along shadows, laughing quietly as past photographs.

Rich burgundy and auburn, pierce the silence with their tender sadness.

Special lights blaze into melancholic history of September.

Burning the worn luster from stardust, aching peace surrounds each dark tree.

Illuminating the

The Sound of Silence

Whispering softly on the faded beach, silence
Erasing melancholy with a gentle peace, soundless
Aching to release the stirring of grace, soothing

Sincere, serene, like a dying wish, vanishing, soothing
Caressing the shores with tender kisses, in silence
Promising joy that never lets the spirit doubt, soundless

Disgraced by the darkness, intimate and believing, soundless
Stardust laughter prepares the heart to know

A Soundless Clamor

A soundless clamor in my brain
Imperceptible of ear
Yet loud – as of an avalanche
That gathers mighty speed

Punctuated by the stillness
That breathes within the room
– A gale wind at its climax
Could signify such doom

Minor dins have surfaced
Have sounded and have passed
Have left a hollow legacy
Of weighted emptiness 

Reverberates their echo
Mad breaking at the shore
Whose pounding sure,

Sounding Soundless

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ~ Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a lesson

Soundless Thunder

Soundless thunder, in nodes resounds
God’s reverberation 
Soma nectar dripping astounds
Love’s tender vibration

Our innate magnetism 
Ignites mind-body prism
Bridging each karmic chasm

Bliss beat wonder
Soundless thunder

05-August-2022
Quietus 

Soundless Thunder

We need no mirrors,
to feel bliss tremors,
borne of magnetism,
in our body prism.

Soma nectar drips,
heart in rapture grips,
as we so transform,
in bliss currents warm.

This knowing’s by touch,
so discard thought crutch,
making within room
for our soul to bloom.

16-July-2022

Soundless Thunder

each pore a door
rapture roaring
our core aflame

01-July-2022

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