Silentium
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Speak
Theyve given me a mission
I dont really know the game yet
Im bent on submission
Religion is to blame
Im the new messiah
Death angel with a gun
Dangerous in my silence
Deadly to my cause
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Ive given my life to become what I am
To preach the new beginning
To make you understand
To reach some point of order
Utopia in mind, youve got to learn
To sacrifice, to leave whats now behind
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Seven years of power
The corporation claw
The rich control the government, the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow
The system we learn says were equal under law
But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall
Lets tip the power balance and tear down their crown
Educate the masses, well burn the white house down
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak!!!
song performed by by Queensryche
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Open Speech
Good friend of mine, you feel with me—
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Shall Speak
I shall speak of rivers
and I shall speak of streams,
And I shall speak of how they flow
and seep into my dreams.
All the waters pure and clean
purify my thought.
I think how marvelous that I've seen
that which can't be bought.
I shall speak of hillsides
and mountains as they rise.
And I shall speak of how they look
and brighten up my eyes.
All the rises grand or small
expand just how I feel.
I think how wonderful that I've known
what no one can conceal.
I shall speak of beauty
and I shall speak of love.
And I shall speak of how they mix
and take me far above
the ordinary happenings
and events that fill my day.
I think how fortunate I have been
when my breath was taken away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Know The Word of the Spirit Original 01 16 2011
TO KNOW THE WORD
OF THE SPIRIT:
Original 01 16 2011
To know the word as motive
Know that God speaks the nous
Between his will and knowledge
Prerogatives of vision and reason
To know the word as verbal
Know that God speaks transcendent
Nous -to know the word as noun
Know God speaks the tone of you
To know the word as poem read
To know the word as pronoun
Know that god does not speak
Of you god speaks to you
To know the word as adverb
Know that God does not speak
About you God speaks through you
To know the word as adjective
Know that God speaks by you
To know the word as preposition
Know God speaks from the heart
To know the word as poem write
To know the word is off the table
Know that God knows who sops
And all that was [was] forgiven
To know word as free verse
To know the word as parable
Know that God speaks nous
To know that God has spoken
Know pain and pleasure in spirit.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permissions.
poem by Lee B. Mack
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Jackass
All grown up made your mother proud
hey look at me sitting on my cloud
weak
frightened little boy
meek the source of so much joy
think you lie above the rest
on your head the golden crest
preach a word we can't believe
preach a word we'd never need
speak about me
speak tell me how you feel
think you lie above the rest
on your head the golden crest
preach a word we can't believe
preach a word we'd never need
save us would you from the fire
save us would you from the liar
tired drowning man
tired drowning man
bigman
not so big
running of the mouth
is what brings you down
so pathetic convoluted
how do you get by
try to revive
try to survive
try to realize
bigman
not so big
running of the mouth
is what brings you down
speak about me
speak so I might see
you don't belong
bigman
not so big boy
big
song performed by by Ultraspank
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Populist
I dreamed myself of their people, I am of their people,
I thought they watched me that I watched them
that they
watched the sun and the clouds for the cities
are no longer mine image images
of existence (or song
of myself?) and the roads for the light
in the rear-view mirror is not
death but the light
of other lives tho if I stumble on a rock I speak
of rock if I am to say anything anything
if I am to tell of myself splendor
of the roads secrecy
of paths for a word like a glass
sphere encloses
the word opening
and opening
myself and I am sick
for a moment
with fear let the magic
infants speak we who have brought steel
and stone again
and again
into the cities in that word blind
word must speak
and speak the magic
infants’ speech driving
northward the populist
north slowly in the sunrise the lapping
of shallow
waters tongues
of the inlets glisten
like fur in the low tides all that
childhood envied the sounds
of the ocean
over the flatlands poems piers foolhardy
structures and the lives the ingenious
lives the winds
squall from the grazing
ranches’ wandering
fences young workmen’s
loneliness on the structures has touched
and touched the heavy tools tools
in our hands in the clamorous
country birth-
light savage
light of the landscape magic
page the magic
infants speak
poem by George Oppen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Captive's Dream
Methought I saw him but I knew him not;
He was so changed from what he used to be,
There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek,
No sunny smile upon his ashy lips,
His hollow wandering eyes looked wild and fierce,
And grief was printed on his marble brow,
And O I thought he clasped his wasted hands,
And raised his haggard eyes to Heaven, and prayed
That he might die - I had no power to speak,
I thought I was allowed to see him thus;
And yet I might not speak one single word;
I might not even tell him that I lived
And that it might be possible if search were made,
To find out where I was and set me free,
O how I longed to clasp him to my heart,
Or but to hold his trembling hand in mine,
And speak one word of comfort to his mind,
I struggled wildly but it was in vain,
I could not rise from my dark dungeon floor,
And the dear name I vainly strove to speak,
Died in a voiceless whisper on my tongue,
Then I awoke, and lo it was a dream!
A dream? Alas it was reality!
For well I know wherever he may be
He mourns me thus - O heaven I could bear
My deadly fate with calmness if there were
No kindred hearts to bleed and break for me!
poem by Anne Brontë
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Almost
the beginning of light
wrapped in the warm wet darkness,
before time, or the concept
of being...
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
do you know me?
i danced the day you were born,
pulling stillness out of the falling rain.
my name is written in the
deepest cavern of your soul...
i sweep the steps of your temple
while you pray and offer sacrifices
from my body to yours!
from your body to the children!
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
now time waits for the fire
beneath the window...
waiting to devour and remove
the last vestige of having been...
and the liquor of our loving shimmers
in the beginning of light...
in the radiance of the fallen.
in each word we almost speak,
in every thought we almost form.
in every feeling we almost allow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Looking For A Lightening Bolt
Who knows the path of lightening
As it hurtles through the sky
Who knows the source of power
As I lift my hands up high
There is a God in heaven above
And man who dwells below
There is a source of power
Upon man that God bestows
The Word of God, the cry of man
Creates a path to God above
And heaven's glory and its power
Comes down this path of heavenly love
If you will create this path
For lightening to touch down
Read His word and speak to Him
And you'll find He's all around
For the darkness of the night sky
Is shattered by the Light
That illuminates the souls of men
And of Him there's none so bright
To speak to You is heavens food
It is manna from above
It is rivers in the desert
It is soul sustaining love
poem by Frank McEleny
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Trying Not To Say
I have hurt and I have known
More than I would ever like you to know
And here we are not talking anymore
I am trying not to say, or to hear
That word which end it all
I would like to force a smile
Light a fire in the night for the both of us
So we will feel its warmth
And we could smile once more and talk
I need to know how you feel
Tell you what’s on my mind
As long as we don’t have to say
Or hear it said, let us try not to say
I know we have hurt each other
Like fools we came back for more
That is a sign I like to believe
That I love you, you love me
And we are together in trying not to say
That word which could end it all
I will not speak or wish to hear
Please don’t speak it to me
I still love you after it all
And I’m trying not to say
I’m frightened of the word
Then I hear you say goodbye
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Be Impeccable With Your Word. Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.
quote by Miguel Angel Ruiz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Love Forbidden
it is about a love
forbidden
when the two
of us
decided to break
the rules
written in stone
by our
ancestors
we dare
them all
one night
we do not
speak any
word
yet we understand
what we
both want
we both
need it
we wait
for the
mutual release
of feelings
inside us
we release
them like
doves
deep in the night
we are restless
then
we finally
find this
bliss and do
its dictates
like a hidden
code
pre-stitched
in our skins
there is
no word
to describe
it, there is no word that we can utter
we feel justice
is now inside us, there is no regret, there is no feeling
of being wasted
we are inside this dream
and we do no wish waking up again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Music For The Dying
Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.
Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief
From all below by which we are opprest;
I pray you, speak no word unto my grief,
But lull it into rest.
Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught
That may some falsehood from the ear conceal,
Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought,
Which I need only feel:
A melody in whose delicious streams
The soul may sink, and pass without a breath
From fevered fancies into quiet dreams,
From dreaming into death.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
Music For The Dying
Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.
Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief
From all below by which we are opprest;
I pray you, speak no word unto my grief,
But lull it into rest.
Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught
That may some falsehood from the ear conceal,
Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought,
Which I need only feel:
A melody in whose delicious streams
The soul may sink, and pass without a breath
From fevered fancies into quiet dreams,
From dreaming into death.
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box)
Poem Life
what is...
a poem...?
some word
speaking...
some word
crying...
some word
trying...
some word
hitting...
some word
danching...
some word
loving...
some word
colling...
some word
lifing...
some word
loughing...
all the words
are poem...
feel free
your heart free..
love free
to write+ speak...
with freee...
making a poem
life your style...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
That Word - from a poem by Kabir
What is there to say
about that word?
Nothing. It is itself enough.
Everything. For everything springs from it;
whatever you speak, is praise of it.
Seek it. But where to seek it?
On a clear night, go outside;
see the stars of the Milky Way shimmering there.
Somewhere inside yourself, you will be near
that word.
When you have found that place
near it, guard it:
love its mystery – always beyond;
love its reality – all that springs from it;
writers write from it;
musicians sing it, play from it;
dancers dance from it;
renunciates owning nothing in their snowy caves
are full of it;
even the greedy seek it everywhere;
even disbelievers have to say it, to deny it;
we live in it, move in it, owe our being to it;
yet it means nothing to you until you seek it;
for inside that word,
everything is full of light;
there is enough of that light in one human heart
to light the whole world.
Breathe in that word;
breathe out that word.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!