Poems about quiet



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№ 1206721

It's Quiet Now

It is quiet now
-the sun moves up the ridge

Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air

Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head

Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all a glow


quiet.

Author: TSPoetry
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Date: 04/04/2020


№ 1206647

A Quiet Song

Listen as the moon cries in an evening sky, while I gather copper coins
For her song, rejected by the day, underneath this velvet night

Her tears gather

Everything is the sun
His quiet shine through the universe.

Last planets in the system, so cold, feel no love from his rays yet,
Growing from the moons sadness are lakes to become great oceans
Bringing life to the lost...

And yet her tears still gather


quiet,  song.

Author: Michelle Morine
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Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1206428

In The Quiet Room

Answering to animist impulses
He was certainly alert and receptive
With his mathematics of love
An urbane tribute song to transience
That echoes the color of nothing
Just a metaphor for memory

Near-sighted and tone-deaf
His steady gaze before him
He says in his language that he's lost
Going on and on about desiring things
Until the whiff of strangers breaks his spell
And just like that it's over


quiet,  room.

Author: Jeff Spate
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205465

A quiet lament

I want to write beautiful poetry but I'm not particularly good at it
I want to love you but I'm not particularly good at that either


lament,  quiet.

Author: S
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Date: 02/04/2020


№ 1205027

Speak Up So It'll Be Quiet (10w)

Your mystifying
Silence screams
Louder than anything
And everything else.


quiet,  speak.

Author: WistfulHope
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Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1202340

A Quiet Place To Pray

Tonight my soul
Leads the way
Bends and sway but
Leans into
The eyes of
The purple moon
A quiet place
To pray


place,  pray,  quiet.

Author: Stu Harley
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Date: 31/03/2020


№ 1202282

On stained glass and quiet places.

She always held herself with the dignity of having a thousand masterpieces hanging from her lips but She never let me stand close enough to hear them
She was good at speaking from a safe distance like that

And as I stood with my toes curled over the edge of loving, she peered down the cliff and asked me if the fall was worth the raging waters
She tried to teach me the difference between love affair and romance, unzipping each word telling me how some lies are still worth believing, when the truth is still to bitter to swallow whole.

She told me how the windchill can steal all the warmth right out of you, how it even leaves your mouth shivering and empty

I have written enough about it now to know you can see it in someones hands
I have written enough about it now to know you can taste it on someones words
And we stood there on that cliff until the whisper of dusk finally left our lips and my fingers began to turn blue

On the nights I woke up empty, she told me that the darkness swallows up light without even asking its name so don't you dare expect a roll call now. There is no welcome mat outside of 3am but we laid outside the door anyways and she let the sky paint me pictures

On the nights I woke up cold, she reminded me that hands are only as good as what you choose to hold on to, she always said there was some kind of art into weaving your hands into somebody else's. It was the one thing we agreed on.

She said I had a shimmer she couldnt trust just yet but on the night I couldn't read poetry she let me sit next her, she told me that the thing about people and metaphors is that we all need at little editing
And we could all use a little bit more work.


glass,  places,  quiet,  stained.

Author: Maria
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Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1202150

Violent Quiet

There's a deep silence
Screaming
Pounding at your temples
Begging you to kill it.

Smash it with your voice
A simple sigh will do the trick
Or maybe laughter.
Choose your weapon.

Desperate to die
Preparing for impact
Silence screams
"I'M READY"

And you're ready too
So you aim
And fire a word
And all to late you see
SILENCE WAS YOU


quiet,  violent.

Author: Abigail Keenan
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Date: 30/03/2020

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