#silence poems on Hello Poetry

Asher May 20

hear

whenever i’m real,
nobody hears.
the media prefers silence
wrapped in static,
muted truths.

i speak of faith,
of laws,
of power
and watch the room
empty.

but sadness?
ah...
they lean in.
eyes soft,
nods rehearsed.
the ache is digestible.
the wound, relatable.

funny, isn’t it?
how we hush the loudest truths
yet cradle
our quiet despair
like it's holy.

we ignore the roots,
but mourn the rot.
it's funny.
almost.

#truth #silence #ignorance #emotion #society #realness #sadness #reflection #media #wakeup

Digital Melancholy May 20

Only You Can Hear

Sometimes I feel
like I have so much to say to you
but you're not in my life yet.

I trust one day
you'll hear my words
not with your ears
but in your mind
and find your way to me
not by accident
but by the design
of the Causer of Causes.

When that day comes
I won't need words
I'll just hold you so tight
you'll hear every unspoken thought
through the silence
of my heartbeat.

#destiny #longing #silence #heartbeat #intuition #cosmic #unseen #connection #anticipation #fate

Etherwise May 20

Despite

In his
suffering,
he is
so very kind.

Originally a blackout poem.

#suffering #sacrifice #silence

NostalgicFeeling May 19

Holding the gun - I´m my own prey

I´ve shed my thoughts
into the silence of nights
nowhere to run,
I´m holding the gun.

I´m the one
trying to outrun,
hosting the hunt,
running at the front.

I´m my own prey,
gasping for the airway,
catching myself at the bay.

I want to be targeted,
not for you to misinterpret
I´d love to witness
my breath quickness,
how you´d hunt me-
then I´d be free.

With every breath I count,
there are few I miscount,
there´s one I´d steal
from you, to heal.

20/4/25

#hunt #prey #desire #love #time #breath #night #silence #wanting

Cadmus May 23

Heartless

🖤

Just pray
you don’t push me far enough
to show you
how heartless I can be.

I’ve buried mercy
for those who went too deep.

I’ve smiled
while walking away from flames
I used to feed.

There’s a silence in me
darker than rage,
a calm
that doesn’t beg,
warn,
or explain.

🖤

This poem is a quiet warning cloaked in composure. It speaks to the stillness that comes not from indifference, but from practiced restraint, the kind that’s capable of cruelty, but chooses silence. Until silence becomes the sharpest answer of all.

#dark #poetry #inner #strength #emotional #boundaries #poetic #threat #silence #and

Elise Jackson May 18

generational

a cursed cycle
the ancestral rite of passage
the last to see the sun
the first to see the fault

and ultimately suffer because of

it's a burden i've put onto my friends
the ones who show me what it would've been like
the opposite of a lonely child

the ones that undo the deafening silence of a pause screen
the ones who let me take a turn without raising their voice

they're the ones who remember what i say
and who i am

can you tell i'm a little mad

#poem #poetry #poet #prose #curse #burden #personal #silence #sad #sibling

Sam S May 22

In the Wake of Wings: The Witch’s Curse

Part II

(The Spell’s Source)

The witch spoke a name, dark and sweet,
and bees forgot the flowers’ beat.
Their buzzing ceased, a hollow sound,
a kingdom lost beneath the ground.

In the black forest’s heart, it grows…
a flower no bee remembers.
Its petals drip with twilight’s poison,
a bloom that calls but never knows.

The bees have flown from memory’s edge,
lost to whispers and fading light.
And in this place where darkness reigns,
the forgotten bloom waits in endless night.

#spell #curse #silence #decay #darkness #pollution #disease #rot

Cadmus May 15

Once You Lie

Of all the games
we learned to play
with jokes, with rules,
with risk and trust
we never chose
to lie.

But then you did.
And nothing
held.

No knot was tight,
no safe word sure,
no breath between us
true.

A whispered “yes”
became a guess,
and touch
a kind of theft.

Now every scene
rewinds itself,
the lines we drew
blurred…

For once a lie
slips past the lips,
nothing
truly grips.

Some wounds don’t bruise. They whisper. A single lie can unravel what a thousand touches built.

#betrayal #trust #kink #vulnerability #submission #silence #heartbreak #scene #consent #loss

Cadmus May 15

The Charmer

For a moment,
I was everything.

As we danced,
He spoke in sonnets,
promised castles and constellations.
I believed.

But when the music died,
so did he.
The stars blinked out,
the castle never was.

And I returned
to my table,
to my silence,
to a world that never danced.

With nothing in my hands
but the weight
of hollow words
spoken in fluent dreams.

Some men don’t love you. They just know how to speak fluently in dreams.

#romance #dance #longing #illusion #poetry #ephemeral #words #memory #silence #heartbreak

Orjeta May 11

The Quiet Flame

People do lose me like the candle.

Elegant, quiet, shaped to fit their mood—white, or sometimes colored to soothe or impress.

I am placed where they need the glow, where comfort or atmosphere is wanted.

I offer it without demand.

There is no darkness when I’m lit—not even when everything else fades.

But they forget that the shine has a cost.

That the flame, though constant, feeds on something finite.

They admire the light but ignore the burning.

They think presence means permanence.

Then one day, the light is gone.

Not with noise, not with warning—just no longer there.

And only then does the absence reveal what the glow never needed to prove.

Not everything that illuminates announces its worth.

Some things, by the time they’re missed,

have already become memory.

And memory, unlike flame, does not warm.

Some things give without announcement

#loss #memory #soul #poetry #metaphor #silence