a fragile bright thread
woven through the darkest night~
light that dispels dread
soft whisper of dawn
chasing shadows from the soul~
sunshine on the lawn
seed beneath the frost
waiting for the gentle thaw~
life will not be lost
tear begins to dry,
a quiet strength starts to grow~
shine anew in sky
sunbeam on the path,
melting away winter's grip~
greens in aftermath
a gentle warm breeze,
carrying a hopeful song~
worries start to ease
rainbow after storm,
colours painting skies anew~
peace begins to form
distant star's soft gleam
promising a warmer shore~
life`s journey still beams.
The roll of paper white now thin,
Grows threadbare, tattered and quite lean,
A silent signal, soft and low,
The final sheets starting to show.
Each tear a whisper, a slight grace,
As emptiness soon fills its place,
No more a buffer, soft and kind,
To replenish one can just find.
Like paper thinning, life recedes,
Fulfilling all its earthly deeds,
The gentle turning, day by day,
Leads to a quiet, waning ray.
With the bones slim, a fragile shroud,
Above the whispers of the crowd,
Each subtle shift stamps a sign,
Along the path of one`s lifeline
The roll will soon be spent and gone,
Beneath the supple shining sun,
A quiet sigh, a letting go,
As softer currents start to flow.
sitting in balcony with the cup
attached to my lips,
the soft drops falling down to the
surface from the sky
whisper the most enchanting words
into my ears,
as if erasing all my sorrows without
my permission.
just like she did
in the most awful times of my life.
When a whisper shifts, it hollows out
tombs of insecurities, the smiles in which
I hold fade with each whisper. Thoughts, no longer mine
Running from reflections hidden behind painted walls
When a whisper shifts, suicidal ideation forms, knocking at unhinged doors
It’s footsteps creaking on bedroom floors
these thoughts are not my own
When a whisper shifts, my soul no longer belongs to me,
its cold air creeping through,
inviting the mental disorders I thought I buried
When a whisper shifts so does the rope hanging
When a whisper shifts,
A breeze my way drifts,
Carrying His love
On wings of a dove,
His still, small voice speaks,
Silent havoc wreaks,
Faith grows in my heart,
A gentle restart,
The Shepherd is close,
Even me, He chose,
And I slowly sense
The Lord's near presence,
Every worry lifts
When a whisper shifts.
For Nette Onclaud's Light A Pensee Poetry Contest/ posted July 27, 2026
Pensee syllable count 2/4/7/8/6: verified by HMS.COM
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faint light
with warm beacon
soft breathing fills the still room,
where our shadows reheat as one
sinking in sweet content
Poetry has flowed in my veins since writing in school
and I wanted to share my love like a bath in the pool
I would pen on paper to express the love from my heart
by creating a beautiful rhyme to give to my sweetheart
I would think so deep inside to present the words I used
singing those lovely praises of beauty and not abused
by writing alone gave to me so much enjoyment and peace
encouraged to follow wisdom by my father who is now deceased
even though he is not alive within my soul I silently share the pain
I continue to express my deep emotions of life to seek my gain
I learned that in moments of turmoil I must look for the light
to fight with all challenges and stand for what is right
Today with the world of poets at my side chasing after my dream
I can create a new poem like a bubble flowing in the stream.
Once claimed to the Kingdom that the orthodoxy came not with a roar but a whimper, solidarity foregone, ego long-standing like iron-rich water from ancient bloodshed. Through the ploughed fields sent shivers askance the serpent, like shady cathedrals built on an edifice of scales, primed the true course of the whispering grasses, long abated and trounced in that stance.
A wise man unwritten letter
To his future self
A prickly feeling that keeps one on their feet
You notice the other but never yourself
You make time for the other
Stand on your feet and call out mistakes
A wild free feeling
Wanting for the wind
Can't grasp it
It's fleeting yet memorable
A whisper in the morning
A loud cry in the night
Exchanged letters and clothes
To become a memory no one should talk about
Cupcakes on Mondays
Sorbet on Thursdays
But you preferred Saturdays
Confessions said out loud
The heart not so sure
A wild free feeling
It's the magic they all talk about
To only turn devastating and tragic
Makes you wonder
It changes
Against two people
What becomes of it when a third arrives?
I haven't experienced it
But this is my definition
Comprehension is never taking seriously
Only the lucky ones
What is it actually?
It's quite haunting and daunting
If you ask me
I wanted to know what it was like
But I was scared my balloon will fly away
When I give it out
Sun sets over bridge
Trees whisper in summer breeze
Golden memories.
Whisper it softly, your innermost secret;
Tell me your heart’s desire.
What would make your dreams come true;
What sets your heart afire
For I am the soul of discretion.
Your secrets are safe with me.
So, if I could grant you three wishes,
What would those wishes be?
Oh! I wasn’t expecting that;
And that one’s a bit bizarre.
And, as for number three, my dear,
That’s going rather far.
Well, you have surprised me.
That’s quite a revelation.
When this goes on Facebook tonight,
It will be a viral sensation.
Last Bone Last Breath
Three vultures circle fighting beasts for prey
All village dead and gone where dry winds sway
Drought cracked the mud walls and ate the light of day
No footstep no voice just dust in cold display
One skinny child left last hope where none stay
His bones show through skin in a thin display
Skin cracked and black no drop of water to stay
Hands lie in desert soil tied limp no play
His mother rests near well with no spray
He calls her name again praying she’ll stay
Fear and grief whisper like cold wind sway
But his eyes still hold fire a small dim ray
She turns she lives hunger fades away
Rain follows his whisper clouds obey
Hope holds on hard even when death comes to slay
I start this climb with weary eyes,
The stones cut deep, the spirit dies.
My legs are weak, my breath is thin,
I wonder why I should begin.
The wind it pushes, knocks me back,
My hope is fading, strength I lack.
I cry, “Lord help, I cannot cope,
This mountain steals my final hope.”
I slip, I stumble, scrape my knee,
The pain consumes, it conquers me.
I whisper low, “I’ll turn around,
No summit waits, no prize is found.”
But then the earth beneath me warms,
A voice breaks through the raging storms:
“Don’t rush, don’t quit, don’t lose your way,
One step, one breath, will win the day.”
The climb is cruel, the path is long,
But hardship makes the spirit strong.
And when you stand where eagles soar,
You’ll see the worth of all you bore.
So rise again, though tired and sore,
The mountain whispers, “Climb once more.”
Whisper calmly...calling the wind,
air stirring as nature grinned.
Leaves start falling from the trees,
fertilizing flowers for the bees.
Whisper softly...love loving love,
the sweet coo of the turtledove.
All those hearing that beckoning call
will find their roost before nightfall.
Whisper kindly...to those newborn,
who now giggle for the lovelorn.
Who experience joy and happiness
as they spread the word of gladness.
Whisper gently...for all that love,
the baby's mother looks above,
as each gave thanks to another
our world dreams of the word brother.
Whisper simply...we were given life
and man's treasure is a loving wife.
The price we pay is to raise our own...
love and happiness are the keystone.
I hear the whisper of the trees
yet nothing seems to be here
Am I sleeping, is this a dream?
I've lost myself in the dense woods
the ground is shaking all around me
I'm a girl becoming who she was meant to be
rise up tall, don't let fear have the victory
the thick veil narrows. I can see the light
it's like a game with no end
Is this possible, can I win?
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