Silent Poems - Poems about Silent

The Nameless Voice sneaks through the shadows of my silent thoughts, there is a voice some would urge you to carelessly ignore, they call it anxiety, they often call it doubt, without hesitation, but through each name, it wears its invisible mantle with dignity. It is always right, or so it seems, like a lighthouse in the fog, it is...

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The Sands of Time ...

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I am that night which is full of darkness, Neither the moon is my companion, nor the stars have any existence. Every corner cries a story inside me, But no one listens, everyone waits for the morning. I have cold sobs in my lap, Shadows of broken dreams. People say I am scary, But how do they know, how true I am. Every...

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This morning, when I woke up, my heart was silent, a lost echo in a room without a window, my soul, a nocturnal butterfly, had escaped through the half-open window, leaving me a body without an orchestra, without song, without dream, searching for myself through labyrinths of disoriented and lonely senses. I walked like a shadow through the city's rain, seeking...

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Today is as quiet As a crowded graveyard Empty of life:- Yet, the green of nature, Shines in springing glory:- As a brief breeze Warmly passes by, Silence retains its control And all remains calm:- Yes, life’s reality Has its blissful moments; Leaving wearying chaos asunder As God caresses Silent wandering souls:- ...

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They say '"love is patient, love is kind" But what about the love that leaves bruises behind The love that whispers sweet nothings by day But turns into thunder when you disobey The love that says "I didn't mean it" Yet, the walls still remember every scream in it See, love ain't supposed to taste like fear Like holding your breath when...

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After Midnight … starts the life After one o’clock, the last train had gone My window is open, listening the silent the silence The distant, soft noise of the city…, so friendly I love it, this is the best time for writing. Inspiring night I love this life. Oh, the night. I am driven by the Dark I drink Oh night! Cheers! ...

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The checkered board, a universe contained, Sixty-four squares where destinies are feigned. A quiet battlefield, of ebony and bone, Where intellect ascends its lonely throne. The pawns advance, a humble hopeful line, Sacrificed often for a grand design. Yet in their numbers, strength and purpose lie, A voiceless promise 'neath a watchful eye. The knights leap sideways,...

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In the depths of that meeting, an echo of a silent love was born, like a hidden whisper in the cold wind embracing the sleeping earth, and every moment spent together became a page from an untold story, where words were unnecessary, and their silence was full of deep meanings. He looked at her as a winter miracle, a...

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A phantom presence etched within the word, A shape that lingers yet is never heard. It sits in wait, a linguistic ghost, A silent sentinel counting up the cost Of expectations, sounds we long to claim, But find it absent whispering no name. The 'k' in 'knife,' a sharp and cutting edge That language holds upon a silent ledge. The 'b' in 'debt,'...

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In the hallways where whispers cut deep like a knife, I walk with my head down, hiding my strife. You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, But the world ended when it happened to me, unwrapped and unfastened. Each taunt and each jeer, they echo and cling, A...

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I have sculpted my father's face in the marble of silent dreams, and all the vehicles of time, each with its own departure, I have kept the dungeons as chronicles of oblivion, and the masks of leaders, shadows of the times, and the teeth of those who tear. I have embroidered quarrels with women like tapestries of embers, but most...

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The restless soul, a ship upon the sea, Where waves of doubt and worry crash and roar, Seeks harbor calm, a place where it can be, Released from burdens it can bear no more. Through tangled thoughts, a labyrinthine maze, It yearns for silence where true solace lies, To find within a gentle healing phase, And see the truth reflected in its...

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an ache I carry reminds me she existed her—absence, presence ...

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The throat is taut, a cord of hidden pain, A speechless surge where words cannot remain. The lungs compress, a pressure deep and vast, A noiseless cry that time cannot outlast. The eyes, wide pools, reflect a darkened sky, Where inner storms in voiceless fury lie. The hands, they clench a gesture of despair, A language etched in moments cold and bare. No...

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