#quietness
Aside from the landscape
of nature’s infrastructure,
the wandering winds,
with no warnings to heed,
seemingly endless,
push forth,
Chaotic commentary
for my otherwise quaint
cottage of quietness.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
I love Sunday for its quietness,
I love Sundays, for there is no rush —
I love Sundays for writing poetry,
and I love Sundays for the hush.
I love Sundays for the calm before the storm.
I love Sundays because my mind reboots to norm.
I love Sundays because I can take my soul for a walk,
And let it roam across heavenly realms —
I love Sundays to be without an agenda that I have to chalk.
I love Sundays, to remember You,
I love Sundays, and that's where I will be,
Loving You more without animosity.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
Casting fishing lines
is a slow dance; I'm catching --
peaceful quietness.
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 2:42 AM UTC
Moments like these,
When you're at peace,
No one else to see,
and our hearts are finally free,
When I lay on my bed listening to my cats purr, while petting his fur...
Moments like these,
When i hear the tune of a sweet melody ringing in my ears,
No one else to hear,
and i feel calm for once...
Moments like these,
When i lay in a dark room filled with silence,
No one else to see,
and a sound of a soft rain pellet crashing against the window.
Moments like these,
I cherish the time you see,
and when i feel good to be alone,
it's because i'm finally at peace.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
I know it's alright,
And everything
is going to be fine.
I know I am loved,
And I love too.
I know my life
Is almost easy now.
I know pain is gone,
I know I am stable,
I know I am strong.
I know who I am,
My little piece of world
Seems to me more stable
Than ever.
And it is.
Everything is so quiet.
I know what I am doing
And what I have done.
I even know what to do
In my future.
Good, good, so good.
No problems at all.
But I just want to sleep.
To keep this still calm outside
Inside me as well.
I want to make it mine.
And so I am quietly
Sitting on my bed now,
And I know all these things,
I know even more.
Everything is beautiful.
But please let me sleep now.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
I quietly slide in my own skin
when my eagerness starts to grow
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
Isolation and quietness are my two best friends
They never leave me
They don’t betray me
And they do not care
Isolation helps me think and comprehend reality
Isolation does not sleep and never decides to leave me
Isolation eliminates my pressures and anxieties
Isolation helps me relax and breathe
With isolation who needs real friends?
Quietness comes and goes but never decides to leave me
Quietness helps me sleep at night and stays with me till the morning
Quietness lets me focus and takes away my fears
Quietness is always trustworthy and is right around the corner
With quietness who needs real friends?
Isolation and quietness are always there for me
They never leave me
They don’t betray me
And they do not care
My two best friends never change and are always there for me
With isolation and quietness who needs real friends?
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
I befriended silence young,
hoping it would dissolve my sin,
like sugar on tongue.
Me and silence became the best of friends,
instead of friends I had silence to count on.
It was more reliable than people that depends.
I bit my tongue at every interaction,
kept my mouth closed,
because sometimes there was less of a reaction.
Silence spoke better for me,
unlike my peers I did not unleash my secrets,
keeping them locked away in my own personal sea.
But when people mistook my silence for submission,
Was when I started fighting with the quietness,
Silence no longer fit my position.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
a new beginning starts here.
when we let the absence of words
sink in our skin and flow through
the red and blue veins.
to let silence become apart of us as a whole.
and to be ridden of awkward
and gently colored with tranquility.
when we are consumed with the most
heavenly stillness,
we appreciate the things
that normally don’t come to eye.
a new beginning starts here.
an interconnection manifested in the
deficiency of conversation.
it is an ambience that is better than any
formulation of sentences,
and our unspoken vowels and consonants
playfully roll around
in the quiet rest of the atmosphere;
it speaks louder than your steady heartbeat
and collected breathing.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
But the most frightening thing is,
she is not afraid to turn her back around the world;
Shutting the universe out,
keeping herself in isolation.
She thinks it is the path to peace and quietness,
but instead,
it was an illusion to the void.
— Y.H.
Void,
gentle fervor.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
When the mind is quiet
Everything makes sense
In the way that you accept
Things for what the are
Not what they are not
Or what they could be
Forming a line
Like notes
Playing the simpelest
Divine
Melody
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
It was good to be quiet,
Let mind fly,
Those narrow paths in the wild...
It felt good to be withdrawn,
Let thoughts fly,
Unreachable heights...
It feels good to feel detached,
Dwell deeper inside,
Guided by the soul to safer plains...
You are alive, you are dead,
I feel the loss,
Worship the treasure you left...
My days I spend thinking of the wealth,
I live, I lost,
Few battles, few titles...
What I never owned,
I can never,
But, guard it like a owner in a secret tower...
It is good to be quite,
Lost in the silence,
My reminiscences heard within me...
It feels good to feel,
the pain withdrawn,
From a wound that doesn't exist anymore...
It feels good to see the lives,
From the footprints, sprang alive
The lives torn from inside....
fresh at times, crushed sometimes,
But rising up every time with vigour and power...
I promise to be the land,
When crushed, hold and comfort,
When sprung alive, to look and smile...
It is good to be quite,
Lost in the silence,
My reminiscences heard within me...
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Quietness: A state of appearing tranquil, when mind is too tired/exasperated/angry. But, which generate gentle ripples that is kept alive through out this state of mind and ready to blow wildely at the slightest provocation.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
in quietness
and confidence
shall be
your strength...
Isaiah 30:15
cj 2016
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Day and night shifting.
When the sun kisses
the moon.
Birds sleep in trees.
Hear a calming breeze
through leaves.
Quietness set
your mind at ease.
My head is spinning
around.
Thoughts still fighting
on battleground.
Do you feel my struggle
without hearing sounds.
My soul is drowning.
My love is howling.
Your words keeps me going.
They hold me and tease me.
Comfort me deeply.
My eyes wins the fight.
Time for sleeping.
A big kiss good night.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
In the darkness
In the quietness
My voice spoke in the wind of winter
In the midst of the air
My breath living in some place quietly
In the blue sky
The water flowing to the earth
In the grey sky
The black smoke return to the sky
The stars shine in the midst of darkness
The stars will be lost again
When the black fade.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
*The quietness
come from under skin of the world
The wind
come from the wishes between dreams
The skies singing
in the midst of clouds
The shadows running to the shine
Old stars were some part
of the ocean blue
Jupiter never come to the world
Jovian ring never see aurora polaris
The world never walk to the universe.*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I've been inside this whirlwind for quite some time
and I know not when will I get to experience the warmth of hugs and kisses again.
Oh how I miss the feeling of serenity!
... and the quietness of still waters
... and the gentle breeze
... and running after butterflies on a calm afternoon.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
My life was occupied with many things.
My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts.
I drowned myself with trifling feelings,
and made myself forgot of how beautiful
things could be.
One night, as I was doing my thing,
I got ****** took a deep breathe and stopped.
For a moment, I looked up.
I saw myself under the moon,
where its light shines brightly.
My life paused for awhile.
I stared at the moon and then closed my eyes.
I felt peace within.
Then for a short time I've realized,
that when you see yourself engaged
with tons to do,
try look up and take a breath.
For the meantime, forget the things,
and let yourself appreciate the calmness in you.
-Steph Dionisio, June 02, 2015
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
*
Her hand brushes
against my own
my mind screams
louder than even
the most horrific
of bombs to
hold it back
to close those
last few *******
feet between her
lips and mine
but all I
feel all that
shakes my entire
body and soul
is this crippling
shyness it refuses
to go it
digs its toxic
roots down to
the depths of
my stomach and
refuses to let
go and I
can't and I
won't and I
don't hold her
hand and I
wonder forever if
she could have
loved me back
*
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC