Burgundy Taffeta
As death embraced my whole being
Shrouded in burgundy taffeta
Her arms forceful
Embraced me
So as we spooned
I could not turn to see her lace shrouded
Face
She whispered
In Victorian tongue
Just loud enough to menace
Yet no matter how intensely I listened
Not one word
Made
Sense
I tried to respond
Or scream
Or raise
But my living soul stood still and silent
We swooned
Noir skies
Still
Laid out
And wrestled silent screams
And finally she softened her hold
And allowed me to leave
Our dream.......
poem by Karen Sinclair
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He Embraced Death
He embraced Death,
Death, the thought of which,
Made men shiver and abhor it,
Death, which had the reputation,
Of being the ultimate victor,
Death, which could humble,
Even the mightiest.
He embraced Death,
Death, which laughed,
Even at the most robust of men,
Death, which mocked every birth,
Knowing that it would overcome,
Death, which thought,
That it had no challenger.
He embraced Death,
Death, which was mean,
And humiliating in its quest,
Ravaging some of its prey,
Till it gained infinite pleasure,
Death, which never would,
Accept ‘no’ from man or beast.
Yes, He embraced Death,
And took it by the throat,
Nailed it to the Cross,
Till Death in pain cried out,
To the Author of Life,
'You are the Victor'
And Victors will be they who believe in you.
poem by Caleb Jones
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Silent Night...
Silent night, our discovery night
When concentration was limited to our world
The passion was embraced by the night
And we spoke our minds without a spoken word.
Silent night, our wanton night
A night of sneaky, invisible touches
Your touch illuminated an emotional light
Especially your sweet, silent smooches.
Silent night, when we had our sweet fight
How could I forget that sweet harassment?
When your kisses took me to a greater height
And your embrace gave me a life imprisonment.
Silent night, a night so long
We interacted with just our hands
Your full-lips tickled my searching tongue
With your smooches, love confirmed my plans.
Silent night, our special night
It wasn’t by money, but by might
Crying in silence, we were drowned in delight
With silent kisses, we maximized our silent night.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
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Silent screams
Can you hear it?
The silent screams.
The screams that come from my hart.
My life was invaded.
And the pain lingers on.
It hurts God it really hurts.
The silent screams in my head.
I hear them but can you?
I hear them cos I'm screaming them.
But they are silenced by my fear.
Silent screams silent screams.
This is all I had when you did what you did.
Silent screams.
Emobolised by fear.
And overpowered by you.
I couldnt do a thing.
Except have silent screams.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Silent Scream
A keen axe the woodsman did heft;
The tree he struck let out a silent scream
Stunned...the woodsman stood bereft
After the woeful cry in his lucid dream
Woodsman said, "I'll Leave the tree alive n' whole"
Whilst the silent scream still echoed in his head
He understood, all living things have a soul,
And only blind men see everything as dead
The woodsman now saw all life with new eyes
Content was he to know that no-thing ever dies
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Kiss Of The Winter Moon
Darkness heals the wounds
that daylight laughter laid open.
Confess your secret dreams
before the audience of the moon.
To the silent night,
to the falling snow,
to the flickering star.
Embraced by shadows,
that feel what you feel,
that are what you are,
that dream what you dream.
The open winter window,
frames her featureless dark face,
betrayed by wisps of frosted breath,
and twinkling tears,
on frozen cheeks.
Soft...silent shadows,
caress her,
in a cloak,
of cold..
quiet..
snow.
a shiver,
a fallen tear,
becomes…
a snowflake.
Moonlight is forgiveness,
and kisses the face,
that is laughed at,
by the sun.
poem by George Vuyakovich
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On Somethings Unclear, Occluded, Clouded
what i tell you sometimes are clouded,
hazy, misty, something that you receive and always pregnant with
the other coming questions
which of course,
i cannot answer, by their very nature, i am telling you only what
i have seen, not even what i have heard from them
hearsay (i just suppress them, folding them like shirts
and blankets in my cabinet) but
i am telling you the truth
and your face moves sidewise more often in disbelief
how can such a man like me be so foolish talking nonsense
(on something always so incomplete
and impenetrable) , occluded, shrouded sometimes in mystery
our minds unable to cope up
our hands simply of no use
because we cannot touch them
our eyes too
unable to see, our sense of smell
in utter futility
i am not stupid, honey, some things by their very own nature
are incomplete, shrouded, mysterious,
and cannot be relayed by words, not even by thoughts
simply because they are
and we can do nothing about it, except
to see, and just be silent
because they are divine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence.....
silent thoughts
silent dreams
silent horrors
silent screams
silent pains
silent refrains
The cold black
silence attracts
silent wisdom
silent thoughts
A want for more is what silence sings
but is love on the menu, all but contiversy
butnow have u realized wat silence can bring?
hopless insanity if u can read....
sound is wats need to go through life
but all awhile silence is that unwinnable fight
push with all ur power
hope with all ur dreams
but you get no second chance
you only deserve screams
but those screams are silent, hopeless....
insanity........
poem by Tommie Cobb
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Pompeii
Rest on shores with lost Pompeii
Molten red silk disguises ideology
Control the mother of serpents
Burgundy tapestry covers conceit
All the vacant look on the war
Rattlesnake quills
Under the lava feel broken shackles
Some fly like angel men
Some are crushed in themselves
Public baths serenade slave ships
Hot dusky cells of bi-polar chains
Resident split of matter and soul
Screams as silent as patricide
Incest where glass eyes stare
Covered in lava like living strife
Casts of hot thermo dynamics
Like Camus silent universe
Purple cloaks amidst the emaciated
Vesuvius has no roses
Pompeii burns like an entombed pharaoh
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A wet slobbery kiss
I was sat dozing in the chair
enjoying my afternoon siesta
quickly I fell into a deep sleep
and into my thoughts came Esther.
She was someone from the past
and she was my very first love
she looked just like an angel
with wings like a heavenly dove.
I was mesmerised by her beauty
and by her long golden hair
and when she whispered my name
I began to float through the air.
She took hold of my hand
and said we're together at last
we don't need the present
we can return to our past.
Then we floated to the ground
and both of our bodies did glow
but a loud voice proclaimed
it's time for you to go.
Esther said before I depart
we must have one final kiss
my heart had been shattered
once again by this beautiful Goddess.
But as I embraced her into my arms
I woke up in my living room chair
with Esther my overweight Labrador
licking my face and chewing at my hair!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Cycle of Word
When one word drown, one word will raise
When one word vanished, one word will exist
When one word gone, one word will come
When one word finished, one word will show
When one word flies, nothing can take it back
When you talk, I wait like exiting child
The next word my ears will hear
But you keep silent, wandering in your own dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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SILENT KILLER...by Talile Ali
7 bar intro
Am
STRESS WILL KILL YOU
IT WILL THRILL YOU
IT WILL FILL YOU
WITH THE DREAD G/D
Am
STRESS WILL HURT YOU
BOUND AND DIRT YOU
DRIVE YOU TILL YOU
ARE ALL DEAD G/D
D Am
SILENT AS A VIPER
G Am
DEALIER THAN A SCHEME
D Am
ALWAYS ON YOUR SHOULDER
G Am
NEVER PLAYING CLEAN
F - SILENT KILLER
C - THAT'S IT'S WAY
G - STRESS WILL BEST YOU
Am - TAKE YOUR LIFE AWAY
F - SILENT KILLER
C - ONE THE MOVE TODAY
G- WORK YOUR CONSCIOUS
- TILL YOU DIE AWAY- Am
Am - SILENT KILLER
JAM for 7 bars
F/C
COULD BE A WIFE WHO SCREAMS AND YELLS
G/Am
COULD BE A MAN WHO'S LIVING A HELL
COULD BE A CHILD WHO'S NEVER SAID A WORD
COULD BE A FRIEND WHO IS TOTALLY ABSURD
COULD BE THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW AND LOVE
COULD BE A LOT OF THINGS THAT COME FROM ABOVE
COULD BE YOU COMING OVER TO SEE ME
COULD BE A LIFE OF WHAT COULD BE
Am
SILENT KILLER
poem by Talile Ali
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Response: I Will Follow You
I wasn't gonna write
I didn't plan on losing this internal fight
I really thought I couldn't handle what I could become
I still don't, but it's in those times of greatest pain
Those times where I tend to feel most insane
When I need an outlet, so I guess this time, this is how we'll speak because I'm Your son
I'm sorry if I just failed You
I'm sorry that right now it's hard to trust You too
You gave me a Spirit that is strong
You gave me an unstoppable strength, my joy, my song
This I sing out, with every breath of life
But my body yells and shouts louder than my Spirit
You feel far from me, but my body is me, alas with its strife
It is a deafening scream, even if it were silent... I must admit
The painfulness, the closeness, the selfness make its cries-
LOUD... Loud... loud, it's hard to sing over the yelling as my soul dies
So give me again this life and joy, slience the death and screams
Show me there's more to this situation than it seems
Show me that You're there
Show me that You're here
Show me You're with me now
Show me that You never left, such as you did vow
So amidst the torment, amidst every stab, amidst every scream
Give me Your voice to scream
Give me Your voice to scream your praise
Silence my cries in malaise
I feel the blood, I see the blood, I lose the blood
I feel the pain, I see the stain, it's physical... and spiritual
Sorry I didn't listen, you tried to save me, but please reign down your love like a flood
As I choke on pain, I do not ask for physical healing, but God heal my spirit and make it perpetual
I want to forever hold on to you
I want to see this pain with your view
Dear God, do not let it end here, do not let that be the end of this reponse, not that end
Please I pray you do send
Send more, not just Your view of my pain, send more of You, I want see people like You see them
I want to share Your love and forgiveness to every sin
Thank You already Lord that THIS is my response
Thank You for giving me the words to respond to utmost pain
Thank You for showering me with Your love that does not wain
That never runs out, and never runs dry
I will follow You, I will follow You, I will follow You, I will try
Let me not again stray away
I will follow You, I will follow You, I will follow, now I see Your words that I am to respond with, say:
I will follow You
poem by David Knox
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Sakura Kiss
You caressed me,
you took my hand,
brought it close,
held me in your arms.
We embraced,
moments which
lasted a lifetime.
You hugged me tight,
whispered in my ear,
made me smile,
and weep all the same.
Then you faded,
leaving a bigger emptiness
than when we first met.
Do Not Cry
tears, and screams.
what for?
salt of the earth? drum sounds of another mourning
for the death of hope?
be silent.
tears do not say that they can help.
screams are not incantations for the gods to hear us.
be silent.
like a rock.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Bright Red Scream
A bright red scream
I have bright red angry screams.
Not within the voice of me.
But in the markss on my arms.
I cut and cut.
Now my scream is out and free.
My screams are nasty red cuts.
Angrier by the day.
Each cut is my
My bright red scream.
Every cut a new scream.
Screaming louder and louder.
The bright red scream.
Sets me free
If not for long
Just for a while.
My anger comes and goes
Like the ocean.
My anger is loud and red
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Silent Death
Silent death holds my breath
Stalks me from above the trees
There is no breeze
When death walks in my shoes
Silent, cautious, confident
A brilliant business man
Silent death’s cold embrace
Makes me dizzy
He is always busy
But has time for me
Silent death drowns my body
He isn’t sorry
Silent death looks at me
Underneath the water
My eyes dilated
Catch a glimpse
poem by Double A P SS
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Silent
Silent when I have nothing to say.
Silent just to avoid the fray.
Silent when I am not sure.
Silent—I can't stand anymore.
Silent when you make me mad.
Silent I am when times are sad.
Silent when I am too shy.
Silent when I want to cry.
Silent as I carry life's load.
Silent... I may soon explode.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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We felt
Closing these eyes, i saw those sounds.
listening those scenes, i am dumb but loud.
Waves of the tide and dropp of the blood.
Spring has knocked but still it flood.
Dulled in dream, i am silent but they still scream.
living in the misery, breathing in the adversary.
I am lonely left, she lost one in left.
We made a decision and secretly kept.
poem by Diplove gautam
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Shatter The Silence
You better run, here comes your mama
Her eyes see red this time
You should be workin' boy, instead of daydreamin'
She says that you're a bad one
got the wrong things on your mind
So you turn up the music loud to block out her screamin'
.....No words of love are ever spoken
....and he's gonna leave this place ...once the door is open
(1st Chorus)
He'll Shatter the Silence with every beat of his heart
The best kept secrets never stay in the dark
Defiance only makes him strong
The child grows up, he ain't silent for long.......not for long
Your daddy tried to buy your silence
His eyes seemed to hold a threat
He'd blame all your bruises on rough games in the schoolyard
The strike of his hand upon you
was all the attention that you could get
Soon you would push your luck just to get all you needed
.......'Til now all the shame remained unspoken
.....But watch how the children rise....once their eyes are opened
(2nd Chorus)
They'll Shatter the Silence, now it's their turn to tell
It's a long way from Heaven when you're livin' in Hell
Defiance...It's time to even the score
The child grows up, he ain't silent no more
The Silence....Now it's time to be heard
It's hard stayin' quiet when you can't breathe a word
Silence...It's a two-edge sword
The child grows, he ain't silent no more.....
He ain't silent no more!....no no..
They'll Shatter the the Silence...
Shatter the Silence....(silent no more)
They'll Shatter the Silence......
song performed by by 38 Special
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0016 Orpheus - or his lute?
It was his listening; he listened
to himself; he listened to himself
listening to his lute; his lute perforce
listened to itself; listened to itself
listening to him..listened to
the measures of all things, even
the measures of mankind..
space, air, listened to his listening;
listened as the eagle made a silent,
perfect circle around a centre in its mind
high above Delphi that clear morning;
listened to the silent cliffs across the gorge,
silently ominous in their listening;
the stream which trickles down past the carved theatre,
cool and clear enough to wash your face;
look up the mountain and hope it sacred, holy; it
plashes like curiosity pursued, down towards the river
which is a mere pencil line at the bottom of the gorge
in this so unexpected place;
the sea barely visible in the distance,
misty with its myths unspoken;
space listened and loved his music, allowed this scene;
a cool air, this morning elsewhere hot, descends gently
down the mountain to the gorge, curves past these rocks
where a dark shadow here or there
could be where the Sibyl listened too.
we thought, boarding the hot bus,
that we were tourists; then we looked,
became pilgrims; then something more,
more like worshippers of the unknown god
whose altar we left behind in Athens,
silent beyond questions,
listening to the space
as if the space itself
listened to some instrument well tuned,
a voice perhaps, silent, powerful.
the sun, the sunlight, moved from rock to rock
this cool, clear morning, waking
clumps of sparse bright flowers, woken
again by morning bees
who may be unaware – or born to know—
they forage at a world heritage site as do we visitors,
at Delphi, where still truth speaks in silence;
bees who listen to each other,
dance their satnav trails,
listen inwardly to flowers,
to honey, and what else
poem by Michael Shepherd
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