"slience" poems
This isn't a love that can be
Put on speaker phone.
We're far too silly for that.
Easily saying the first thing that
Comes to mind.
One moment to the next,
Stunned slience.
Phone etiquette thrown out the window.
This isn't a love that can be sat down.
Kept between an ear and a shoulder.
The amount of time it takes for someone to leave the room.
Conducted in civil manner.
Attempting not to shout,
Completely losing train of thought.
Not sure of validation,
Our voices raise a bit.
By now you should know we shouldn't have to limit ourselves like that.
Denying a freedom that connects us to whom we truly are.
Our quirks, general weirdness.
The crazy looks from those around.
The laughs that get funnier each moment that passes.
By now you should know that we are the complete definition of crazy.
Often appearing in person,
Before one of us can hang up.
Laughing hysterically,
Continuing the conversation
At any given time or place.
This definately isn't a love that
Can be placed on speaker phone
If we have to applogize for what we say.
Afraid to be who we really are.
Isolated from who we truly are
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
We wither like embers adrift the winds
With dreams set to depart eastward
Packed bags carrying rations, hopes
You sought to venture:
The beds of roses, bustling lands to scour
Enter the crowds' billowing cheers
In the city's grandeur, eyes glaring upon you
There at the centre, you stood:
Empty in mind.
Your flame roused.
A Silence that could sink you into a grave
Turbulence beneath the weight
Locking yourself into the burrows
We become pale peeking boarded windows
Counting passers-by like sheep
Conversing with them—only in mind
Have you become friendly to the Silence?
I share a dream on a warmer night
To know your docile embrace
And willingness to return
There’s only so much space in the dark
A vision or a memory...
You stood at the pavilion with broken thoughts
Still ready to quell your fears and set it ablaze
And rest yourself into the fissures
Will you miss the Silence when you leave?
I hope to see the flames in my slumber.
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 10:24 PM UTC
She will be open
and yet mysterious and concerned
but not really very serious
yet she will have class without pretence
and style without offense .
She will be able to laugh
but will be somewhat serene
and she will take the time to dream
yet will sit in slience when there is nothing to be
said and she will talk about her freedom
that she lives everyday.
This is the women that I look for
and I wonder where are
you are hiding my love
because I have sought you
for so long.
I will care not whose you were
or even whose you are
because when I see you
and look into your eyes you
will know that you
are mine.
Each day without you
will never come again and I wait in hope
and sorrow thinking that maybe
you will come tomorrow
and connect with my soul.
Love was before birth
and love is after death and the emotions
that I have explored here
are very near to my heart
and I hope that I have expressed
them well.
These were my thoughts
and emotions when I met her
but she stayed for only two years
and now now she is gone.
I sit here knowing that another
will come soon and I will try again
to make my dreams
come true.
I have to remember
that people live and die but
I know that there is a place for me
in someone's eye... Jon York 2012
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
It was a moonless night, The sky was dark and sad, just like her eyes
She's been a victim of all those memories and all those lies
But still remains so beautiful
I still can feel the touch of her hand
Her cold touch against the heat above my skin
Deceive, confused and speechless
Slience speaks when words cant you whispered
It was a moonless night, but it was a beautiful one
We promised each other as the stars shone above us
that we are left to keep the memories of what we felt and what we were.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
All Of ME
written: july 8th, 09 Wednesday
broken desire,
unbearable pain,
haunting passion,
white room dreams,
all equal secret insanity.
all equal me.
your skin
your lips
your eyes
your tears
temptations that possess me
i still dream of you
and it pushes me over tha edge
as i scream in slience
and i hear you voice in my head
suductive and kindless
taunting me
haunting me
just illision
i'm delusional
i want you so badly
you make me forget
the regret
and the incurable infections of my heart
you can call me selfish
i am
but your a insure desperate man
paranoid thoughts,
deprived imagination,
isolated pride
and sweet desperation
you and me and our bodies
you and me and our bodies
entwined
as i breathe in your name
and my lungs hurt with tha pain
something i can never have
i tasted the sweetness and i want it bad
your magical sin
giving in.....to impurities
now you have all of me
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
What is Silence?
By Julia Shaw
Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features by his face recorded
He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard
By all that see him he's greatly adored
Silence is a window through which one can look
Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound
Silence is also realized in an interesting book
Where exciting stories can always be found
Silence is sitting and thinking thoughts alone
That no one can know really understand
But thoughts make up what your life has sown
In your silent thoughts, I hope they are grand
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
Would you chase me down
If I ran from your gentle eyes?
Would you keep your promise
Of never having to say our final goodbyes?
Would you hold me in your arms when
I need you most?
Would you be there for me when
I need you close?
Would you take my hand in yours
And tell me you love me?
Would you be there to slience my
Loving plea?
Would you help me every time
My control would stray?
Would you be by my side
Every step of the way?
Would you try your best
To ease my pain?
Would you be there to
Make me sane?
Would you still be there when I
Believe I am a lost cause?
Would you still love me for
All of my flaws?
Well,
Would You?
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
The violent whispering steps of the girl that walks the moon, and swims among the stars.
Shall forever be the lullaby that sings me to my curtain closing sleep.
Before I hear my own steps echo through the abyss of the unknown universe...
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
empty streets
do you know to slience
difficult questions
the diagnostic unresponsiveness
cheap ways
try to sneak
into the abyss
look a little
a bitter song
listen all day
in the heavy rain
it get wet so
everyting gains
each experience
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
it's easy to remember the kisses, the laughter.
the way your name felt soft on my tongue.
but, what about the nights i slept alone?
the fights that left my heart bruised?
the slience so heavy that it choked me.
being shut out, locked away from you by you.
no photos of my tears.
no post of my emptiness that settled in my chest.
as if love's ugliest moments didn't existed.
and, here's the truth i never wanted to learn.
: spoiler alert - *** never makes someone love you.
not enough to stay.
not even enough to try.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
The Ocean
Beautiful
Peaceful
On the surface
But
Underneath
Cold
Dark
Her bare feet meet the tide running up to her
The burning words
from them stuck in her head
Telling her she wasn't worth it
Her head now submerged
Silence filled the empty space around her
And then it was black.
-Andrea Christine
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
You locked me in a box and hid my screams from the world
You told me I wasn’t **** and destroyed my sphere .
You ******* stepped on my left hemispheres.
you left me in the dark .You ******* left me 4ft and confounded, you ******* left me in the dark without the truth
Slience anger and madness you locked me in a box
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
slience
deep speech
meaning in eye
not any supposed know
in a short time zone
it is believed as life long
because it moment the meaning of life
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
There is a flower
That blooms at night
Once a year
Petals open
A spectacular performance
Of movement
Of unfolding
Of sensitivity
To light of moon
To sound of slience
To touch of breeze.
For the one
Who remains sentient
Who has anticipated
The movement
The unfolding
The sensitivity
To light of eyes
To sound of breath
To touch of hand
The rare experience lingers
Leaving residue of beauty
Of addiction
Of want
Of conflict
In mind
In heart
In hand
In movement
Where
Humility begat awareness
Awareness begat patience
Patience begat contemplation
Contemplation begat hesitation
Hesitation begat eagerness
Eagerness begat boldness
Boldness begat movement
Of gentle fingers
Manipulating petals fully open
Caressing guards put down
Bruising
By light
By sound
By touch
The Queen of the night
Chocolate daisy
Moonflower.
At four o'clock
The evening primrose folds
Upon the sound of the angels trumpet.
Selah
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC