Whispering Poems - Poems about Whispering

Whispering Shadows in Twilight

The light withdraws—
                   not abruptly, but with the grace
                of someone tiptoeing from a room
       

New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams

New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams,
You are not "too sensitive" or "too intense," you are simply remembering a nameless role,
A role that takes shape now, in this era of memory and rediscovery,
Where the frequencies of the soul rise, dancing in harmony with the universe.
The Timeline Weaver heals by braiding timelines, not

Whispering Still

Shepherds
of echo  
sirens
that call
Masters
of legend 
trapped
in the Fall

Moonlight
on ice fields
whispering
still
Voices
stay buried
destiny’s
will

Sunlight
awakens
mountains
that sigh
Hidden on
summits
new answers
there hide

But with 
 every Spring
a melting 
ensues
Flowing
life’s message
recalled
— and renewed

(Memories Of Absaroka: May, 1997)

Whispering trees

Listening through the surrounding
trees.
Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze.
Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze
comforts The leaves.
Words joined together while starting to hear, how
the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for
the leaves
as-if nobody believes.
In a still small voice it whistles an sings.
The song of hope lies within the trees, as the

Whispering Spring

changing the appearance,
spring arrived unseen
mango blooms revealed.

I HEARD DEATH WHISPERING MY NAME

In the shallows of junkyard avenue
Where fiery-red stallions are mounted by devils
And desolation is your last cigarette

I staggered from the weight of her kiss
As distant cannons sounded
And angels sought shelter
Fear is often the lonesome traveler
And I drank from her cup, hungrily, thirsty

She was my sustenance, my manna from heaven
And I courted her with both wine

The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky

The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky,
the waves sing with joy, crashing against the shores with the longing for a new beginning,
the light of youth shines like a beacon in the deep night,
guiding lost steps on the paths of unseen connections,
under golden skies, clouds dance in slow and wide

Whispering Winds

I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.

The direction from whence they blew,
I am not sure I know.
For only when I hear your name,
am I sure the winds did blow.

Caressing my face with a whisper...
calling out your name,
the winds of delight

Whispering Jack

Stop talking smack behind my back 

I can hear you whispering Jack 

Why don't you say it to my face

So I can put you in your place

This is one Hombre you shouldn't attack

The Whispering Staircase

it began with a creak,
low and hollow,
as if the staircase exhaled a secret
meant only for me.

at first, i told myself it was nothing—
just the old bones of the house shifting,
just the wind brushing the eaves.
but then came the whisper:
soft, deliberate,
threading through the night like cold fingers.

“come closer,” it said.
i stayed still.

the air thickened.
my heart tapped

The young woman with a whispering voice, prisoner in words as soft as silk

The young woman with a whispering voice, prisoner in words as soft as silk,
Weaves her silences around her like a veil that cannot be torn,
Her demeanor is a dance on a thin wire of bittersweetness,
And she knows if a wrong word escapes, the world will become a torrent of judgment.
She is not allowed to express

Whispering Pines

The air is crisp with the promise of winter, but the earth hasn’t yet yielded to the frost. Bare feet press against soft, damp moss—each step grounding me in a world that feels alive despite the stillness. Pines tower above, their needles murmuring secrets to the wind. A faint scent of sap lingers, mingling with

Whispering Wind

Fallen snow covering rooftops, pigeons walking on tiles, claw prints intertwined.

Water changing colour becoming ice, scattering light.

Air being trapped on the tips of ice crystals, appearing a beautiful white sight.

Cold wind blowing with a loud whispering sound, hurting my mind.

Triggering memories of a lifetime with you, years and years rewind.

Waking up from the pain in

Whispering Fate

Sacrified everything she had, yet it remained the same.
Ceased expecting anything, indifferent she became.

Ceased expressing preferences, feeling it is pointless.
Silence born from exhaustion and hopelesness.

Unaware of what was evil.
His tainted soul being deceitful.

Destroying everything alive, planting seeds of grief.
As she became someone she barely recognizes, a reflection of his needs.

Never ending feeling of emptiness.
Fate whispering

Whispering Mind

Emotionless eyes that have the colour of wind, looking in mine...killing me from inside.
Why do I feel so tired all the time?
Seeing everything you do, being blind.

Fearing your unstable mind, destroying mine.
Whispering in my ear: 'Deny'.
The sadness oh the sadness...comes and goes flood tide.

Going insane, stuck in an endless cycle trying to get outside.
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