"whsiper" poems
Whispers can be loud
And travel far into the distance
Through hushed winds
Through suspicious trees
Through subtle thoughts
Through quiet streets
A whsiper will just carry itself
Quiet and low, weaving in and out
Creeping from crevice to canyon
Stretching far beyond its origin
To finally land in the recesses
Of an unsuspecting mind
There it will house itself
And murmer words on end
These words will breed
And spawn more of their kind
And soon the offsprings will grow loud
Constantly nourished by these hums
Unknowingly, thoughts will emerge
And they will ring their brazen bells with vigour
Secretly orchestrated by lingering mumbles
Yes, whispers can be loud
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
So falls asleep
The clock at work
And still stand staring
All stalls of night
Wander shall we
Or lie down to sleep
Shall we dance on lips
Of thought forlorn
Stumbling go ever
Down in dim
Or lead the leaning
Limbs to the lair
Of dark despair
The dear despair
The shuffled sea
To which we see
As children in plea
Shall we then stop
And hear the streets
Go wading on
Or lose shall we
Ourselves to blood
As bumbling it goes
From us to us to us
For there is no weep
That may we stir
As sweet in tea
And beat and beat
May these shrill heels
Forever and free
May once they slip
And then fall far
Into the song
And may the hands
Yield as we
Lay them rest
On our simple *******
And may the land
Of whsiper and chant
Ever go writing
The waves of sea
But mourn or nor,
Lose shall we
Stale as sundress
In the lap of she,
Loose as tea,
And no comfort coy
Shall hear from us
A single cry
And sweet or sleep
May mend the bleak
But we will not weep
No, we will not weep
Weep we shouldn't
Lest morn should bear
Upon it the stain
Of our meek feat
And weep we would
If but we could
Bear brave the banner
Of fierce defeat
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 4:46 PM UTC