Listeners
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners' minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.
Every plant, every stone, every sun
has its tongue,
its subtle and interminable vibration.
Every whirling planet
and spinning electron
screams (or whispers) its history.
Reaching out
selecting
rejecting
coming together
falling apart again.
Pain.
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
The universal music thunders discordant tones
the unintended harmony
in its unintended composition;
the sound of creation
and of decomposition.
poem by Brian Taylor
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Silence Is...
Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound
Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word
Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist
Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall
Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved
Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame
For Silence is what silence is
Something that is nothing
Nothing that exists
poem by Kyle.J Carruthers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Silence
not a sound around
a huge content of silence
for real listeners
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Any outfit that has to beg its listeners for money is an organization that has to constantly please its listeners or it will dry up and go away. It shouldn't work when you think about it.
quote by Bob Edwards
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Sound Of Silence....
it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....
filth and grime,
pure and honest,
the words do a medley of sorts,
ever felt the sound of silence..
the world pulls down,
the dust seems sticking,
tears entrapped in the soul,
commotion in the worldly shows.
what's life? regret, remorse..
the dull light always burning,
resonating from inside,
try listening, the sound of silence...
the voice screams,
it brings the truth,
momentarily, the pain halts,
with the tasting of the salt.
ironical the world is,
contradiction filled...
sounds stupid, but true,
the sound of silence...
befriend silence,
redemption u find...
the lost answers,
u will find.
sound, so enthralling,
sound, so enigmatic..
yet so healing, , ,
the sound of silence..
poem by Nupur Singhal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Silence Is Not Enough
SILENCE IS NOT ENOUGH
Silence is not enough
The human needs words and sentences
Speech and meaning
Silence and waiting in silence
And loving silence so much
Are not enough
Even the longest silence is not enough
We need to speak to another person
We need human hearing
Living in the silence of our own lost selves is not enough
We need to be heard and be listened to
And to speak in a world where there are listeners
Who know how to reply.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The truth is clothed
We don’t talk what we want to talk.
We tailor it to suit the listeners.
Listeners changed, the talks would differ.
We clothe the truth with matching lies.
02.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Coming Back To Life
Guess it's in all those small things
Eyes closed or eyes wide open
Something in the corner of everyone's eye
See or look away again
This time I won't ignore
Not hesitate just adore
And I think I'm starting to come alive
Life flooding my veins again
Feel I'm coming back to life
I'm falling
Feel I'm coming back to love
This black crow becoming white dove
Feel I'm coming back to life
I'm falling again
I'm falling in love
I guess it's in all those great important matters
We all like to bend around
We do our best to ignore
While our hearts is reaching for more
We are not synchronized
We are intellectualized
Feel I'm coming back to life...
song performed by by Blindside from Silence
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
a Poem Of Silence
Silence is a beautiful thing.
no other sound is as great as silence.
Silence is the sound of nothing,
but it is still a sound.
even if a sound is great and amazing,
nothing can top the blissfulness of silence.
not the sound of wind on grass,
not the sound of laughter,
nothing is as beautiful as silence.
silence is a sound, but it is so much
better than any other sound.
What created such a far-off winner?
I love silence, silence is the best.
Never there will be a time that there
will be
a greater sound
than silence.
poem by Llew N. Rmail
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Listeners
'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
poem by Walter de la Mare
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Romanian
Of Moths And Guitars
River, what do you symbolize- it isn’t
Love that flows through you
Coming down the mountain, leaping
And showing yourself over
The stone, the little things entering you,
Like wedding rings,
Becoming lost into you as you travel
Down and join your other sisters who
Carrying your name in their throats-
River, river coming down the mountain-
The sky reflecting the memory of your
Greenness- Was it the trees who
Cried you, or the very pinnacle of
Stone reaching up to the fanfares who
Coalesced and made you run- soon you
Will be reaching the sleeping village,
And then hurrying further to the sound
Of moths and guitars.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Sky Is Falling
Time will tell
Give some new meaning now
What it really takes to survive
Time will prove
That my fears, all were coming true
Now that youre leaving my life
Clouding up, think l see rain,and now
Oh no, lm feeling the pain
So far the omens are saying
That a stormy time is coming again
Chorus:
The sky is falling
No early warning
Theres no returning
Lts the end of the loving
The sky is falling
No early warning
Theres no returning
The sky is falling
Coming down
Oh baby its all around
Waves are washing over me
Weathered through other storms
Yeah they seemed so long
But not as hard as this will be
Dont we know, havent we learned by now
Hurt love and youre gonna cry
Oh baby nothing can save us now
My heart is as dark as the sky
Chorus:
The sky ja falling
No early warning
Theres no returning
Lts the end of the loving
The sky is falling
No early warning
Theres no returning
The sky is falling
Gotta turn my back on the feeling
So I can face the world
Dont you know my heart stopped believing
And I just cant keep reaching
For love
Chorus: (repeat)
song performed by by Hall & Oates
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Way-Station
The incoherent rushing of the train
Dulls like a drugged pain
Numbs
To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums
Unfolds
Hush within hush until the night withholds
Only its darkness.
From the deep
Dark a voice calls like a voice in sleep
Slowly a strange name in a strange tongue.
Among
The sleeping listeners a sound
As leaves stir faintly on the ground
When snow falls from a windless sky—
A stir A sigh
poem by Archibald MacLeish
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Sound of Silence
I’m walking down the street
and I hear the sculptor in his house
working on his statue of Krishna
and the chisel rings out on the stone
like a bell that wants to tell you something:
the stone saying, I am perfectly made for this;
the chisel saying, I am perfectly made for this;
the sculptor saying, this is prayer;
Krishna saying, I shall enter this.
And I hear in the sound of the chisel on the stone,
as sure as I know my own name,
that the sculptor is listening to all this too.
The bell-like sound lingers in the air
as if the air would keep it for ever
as the air’s prayer. It’s music.
The clearer the sound
of his striking chisel on stone,
the deeper the silence
as if sound and silence between them
know a secret: that sounds like this
can do anything in the world;
even call Krishna with their music
to play at being stone for us.
The stone’s laughing also:
playing at being Krishna.
They’re both laughing.
The sculptor is smiling too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Falling Down
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
Some of us are free
Some are bound
Some will swim
Some will drown
Some of us are saints
Some are clowns
Just like me they're falling down
Well I lied to the nation
While my reputation ran dry
From my lungs to my liver
I clung to the river bank's side
Yeah well I'm back in the water
Doing what I oughta
Trying to lead an ordinary life
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
Some of us are green
Some are brown
Some are lost
Some are found
Sight unseen baby
Sound on sound
Pray for me I'm falling down
I was lost in the jungle
Crossed over enemy lines
Well I got me a red nose
By sleeping under hedgerows at night
Yeah well I tried levitation
Flying in formation
Heaven kows the weight of this crime
Is this
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
La
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Raoul & The Kings Of Spain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
What I Like Most About The Falling Leaves Of Autumn
i like most the sound of the falling leaves
of autumn
just right after we make love
when my eyes lay wide awake on the ceiling
my mind travels like a falling leaf
it is asking: what for? where? and why?
and then i hear the hazy sound of silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Traditional matter must be glorified, since it would be easier to listen to the re-creation of familiar stories than to quite new and unexpected things; the listeners, we must remember, needed poetry chiefly as the re-creation of tired hours.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Brackish Water
I heard something I never could have thought would ever exist
Coming home was only a myth
I saw something cant make it up but could never forget
Seeing only what the water reflects
Seems all right, should have known
I dont care if youre not alone
In the brackish waters of home
Reasoning what I had lost
Watching the ? rain falling down
Where we went around
Falling to brackish sound
Trees and the crabgrass only look covered by time and the moss
Hoping for the time we had lost
Seems that now Ive had my say, should never be ?
Coming home was always a joke
Reasoning what I had lost
Watching the washington rain falling down
Where we went around
Falling to brackish sound
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
That Peace And Silence is In your heart!
Before the birth of universe,
Before the birth of star and universe,
Before the birth of space and time,
Before the eternal vibration,
there was grand silence,
And that is still in your heart!
Before the birth of Earth,
Before the birth of stars an Sun,
There was love and love brought elements,
And elements joined hands in love,
And the affinities and hinderences,
On the bass of background vibration AUM,
Dance of creation and destruction,
Started with its own orchestra,
Brought the stage show called life,
And that eternal Truth,
May one call it God,
Or Almighty, is watching its own dance,
Silently seated in every heart,
Find in your own heart
that silent witness!
Peace and silence of that truth,
Is all eloquent,
Great orator, always sit silent when others talk,
Silently picking word by word,
Gross and subtle meanings of all sentences,
Look at its patience,
Patiently waiting for end of dance of desires,
Speech of own ignorance,
And music of all dualities,
Duet music of nature and immature souls!
That peace is not lost,
Its silence is proof of its presence,
Its presence is basis of life,
Its own nature is above,
Above all perspectives and perceptives
Game of love of energy and matter!
found in nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The unconditional judgment
Writers are a few; their readers are much.
These readers aren’t those writers either.
Actors are a few; their viewers are much.
These viewers aren’t those actors at all.
Singers are a few; their listeners are much.
These listeners aren’t those singers too.
Performers are different from audience.
Poets must be read by other than poets.
Then would prevail a good environment,
Where judgment will be unconditional.
26.10.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The pain of silence
Like a little girl i sit waiting
Hoping not to be disappointed
But there again all there is,
Is the pain of silence
The silence is taking over
When that day comes closer
I try to forget and just hope
But still the pain of silence
Now this day i begin to dread
Because i know deep within
Once again all there will be
Is the pain of silence
I try to shut this out
But it haunts me like a shadow in the dark
As i fail to run from the silence
The silence is too hard to bear
And because of it i live in fear
For i do not know what to expect
So i dwell in the pain of silence
poem by Abigail Sikwenda
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!