I tried to preserve the wilting flower,
Tried to protect it from its pain.
I did my best but failed at love,
And everything with my heart is to blame.
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
The river hums a gentle tide.
Mountains stand in timeless grace,
With sunlight dancing on their face.
Leaves whisper secrets to the trees,
Carried softly on the breeze.
Stars at night begin to gleam,
Awakening the dreamer’s dream.
Fields of gold stretch far and near,
Holding songs for all to hear.
The world is wide, the heart is free,
And every dawn brings harmony.
So walk the path where nature leads,
Through silent woods and golden meads.
For in each breath, each moment sweet,
Life’s rhythm plays beneath our feet.
When we don’t pronounce silent letters while speaking,
They’ve secret messages to tell, let’s keep them in writing.
Like letter “t” in a word listen has a silent scream for all,
Teaching us the key to understanding, let’s answer its call!
B in word subtle reminds us not to use force or loud demands,
For social situations with grace, be users of soft cues and nuance.
K of word knives says keep them away from children,
To avoid accidents and harm, use them only in the kitchen.
W in write reminds that words are expressions of thoughts,
Scribbling with pen and paper will free us from fear and doubts.
H in honesty or honor highlights our highest moral values
H in hour greets, “Hi! Let’s enjoy life, time’s so precious!”
G in sign, design and resign speaks important marks…signals
Ready to go and build creatively with firm decision, approval.
P in the word receipts demands us to pay financial obligations
P in psychology whispers pay attention on mind and perceptions.
Silent letters in thousand words are all sending messages,
To tell them all, this couplet will definitely run out of pages.
When shadows lengthen and the day grows still,
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep,
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work,
Like sitting down when all the chores are done,
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm,
And all the noise inside begins to clear,
I leave the weight of everyday right with them,
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.
She is the gate keeper
The inner knowledge
She holds power
Her words are like magic
She tells a story
If you care to listen
abiding in the midnight hour
She holds the crown of
Intuition.
You can hear faint whispers in your ear
Of the high priestess drawing near.
Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.
I can only sense in shades of the most prominent colours of the rainbows
I sit watching the crowds of people walking faster than he knows
You are untracable in waterfalls cascading trumpets playing all goes
We walk hand in hand to keep the demons aways from the scarecrows
Look at the diamond how prescoius it looks with all the colours of universe in rose
Sorry if this doesn,t catch your imagination but my time flies faster as time flows
Persist my friend because one day the arch of your back will bend and tomorrow you will be smaller and you will dose
Relinquish your arms and follow the sound of the tambourine bouncing in your head once it will say how it bows
Polite people follow me because I have dared to dream about the way that sorrow shows
Into your anguish tainted by members of the elite to watch you try once again in tatters as she grows
I feel complete in actions and intent while my dog snoozes for teztimecwill pose
Yes the whispering tears of velvet squares apose to yellow sunshine butvreme ber the white light alwaysxand forever glows.
blue waves rolling in
deep water hides secrets
now
salt air on the wind
I sent out a whisper this morning
"I love you, son"
Then, my mind and heart added
"I wish it could have been different"
in answer I felt God's presence and small
voice saying "I am here"
summer whispers
remember remember
the bridge from here
to you.
Whispered wisdom spoken through by sound of silence
Hearing beyond the art of listening beyond the stillness
In those moments is the echoes what we need to hear
Sometimes when we over think certain situation in life
Peace comes through the clarity in moments of silence
Every storm we face in our life has its own eye of storm
Remember words can be spoken not just in the silence
Sometime nature speaks to us in whispered wisdom to
When we forget how God speaks to us all
How beyond the silence his voice is heard
Is the stillness which we can hear clearly
Sometimes he speaks through his beauty
Praying is how we speak to God, we forget
Each day he actually speaks each of us all
Rustling of the leaves, rippling of the water
Silence doesn't mean there is no speaking
Beauty blooms in the midst of chaos,
Unfolding petals where storms collide.
Scented flowers push through thorny bushes,
Their fragrance lingering, soft yet undenied.
A single light pierces vast darkness,
Steady and small, yet bravely bright,
Reminding every weary heart this:
Where there is a will, there is a way through the night.
So be that whispered light that gently strays,
Shying the shadows with quiet grace,
Turning stumbling blocks to stepping stones,
And making ordinary moments a warm embrace.
Imagine the humor in the grand design—
How thorns defend the rose’s hidden art,
How one small spark can realign
The heaviest burdens of a troubled heart.
In chaos, beauty finds its clever stage,
A subtle victory, never loud or grand,
Where even darkness yields to quiet rage
Of hope that blooms and takes a stand.
Hold fast, for every trial has its end,
And you, dear soul, can be the light that bends
The darkest hour toward a brighter bend—
A whispered glow the whole world comprehends.
a finch softly trills
upon the gold bridge railing ~
whisper of summer
his trills of wonder
carry along bridge water ~
chorale memory
Occasionally, I hear the whispers of yesterday
and my heart yearns for when my children
were small and I was younger
but there is a layer of wisdom that you
earn in your older years that helps your heart
to understand that things are different now,
but yearning will happen
I yearn for my son in heaven and my parents
and many other friends and family that are there
I yearn for physical and emotional closeness
with my other son and pray and seek to close
the distance between us
I relish the creativity of being able to put my
thoughts and emotions into words that I have
recently discovered and the ability to be creative
artistically without stressing over what it looks like
I love the closeness that I have developed with
my creator, through the trials that I have faced
I understand more about the world as a whole and
the people in it, than I did when I was younger
I cherish the wisdom I have gained and pray that
will continue to build
But, I still hear the whispers of yesterday and
I yearn.......................
Written: June 24, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Joanna Daniel
Checked by HMS.COM / 8 syllables per line
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Where daffodils in springtime bloom,
As finches trill with joyful sight—
And dragonflies in sunlight loom.
The June breeze whispers soft and low,
Through willow branches, silver-white—
While lilies drift in pond below.
Beneath the summer's golden gaze,
Swallows follow their southern flight—
As the leaves shimmer in the haze.
Then winter winds begin their flow,
And bare trees stand in frost-bound site—
While streams are locked in frost's cold show.
Frost-laden branches bend and gleam,
Shimmering in winter's cold light—
Whilst the town's awakening dreams.
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