Scarred mothers remember babies dying in their arms, Innocence ethnically cleansed, an engineered famine – the weapon of mass destruction
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
Solitude ignites listening. Eliminating noise, cries escape.
By Leslie Staven2 years ago in Poets
Susurrations accompany my steps along the brook Illuminated by the flickers of moonlight off the water Limpid and musical
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Silence is so loud sitting alone with only thoughts In the still dark is where the left behind fall apart Love is a quiet storm when it pulls its arrows back from a heart
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
Soon my mind will fade In this place where shadows grow Lo, the time has come for buried dreams to leave the shade Encroached on days where sorrows flow
By Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa2 years ago in Poets
Silent sin fractured my heart I watched our candle as it burned, and melted away Like a feather falling slow Exposed you as a scavenger, your heart dark as a crow
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
So very rare, Intimate, and Lovely, when Everything stills, and Nothing interrupts this Calm, true, and healing quiet.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Subtle, your silence, as it drains the air of warmth I love yous left unanswered, forlorn Longing for any sign of reciprocity
Sublimity rarely struts, but often Invites, meekly, those who already seek her, to Listen earnestly to the misty sunrise Each morning, yearning for that which is
Secreted away in a foxhole in silence I watch in the inky deepness of night Like a blanket, the heaviness of the inaudible weighs on me
By Rulam Day2 years ago in Poets
Soothing, strong, your embrace I sink in Lingering in this moment Enchanted by your eyes, your nose, your smile No words, only sensation
Still life everywhere requires an appreciative artist; In the quiet in-between moments, in cafés and aboard trains, Life makes painters of us all.
