If Silence Is My Fault
If silence is all my fault
and in paper all my words hided
under my lips as a timed bomb,
an understanding unuttered.
In paper all my words scattered
behind my image the true me lies
inside my calmness a sweetness hides.
If an utterably perfect is your blessing,
with nothing more undisplayed,
your every glance with words combined,
not a silence in any presence of you,
why not the bomb in me ignite?
and these lines of phrases,
to make homour in speach?
why not learn the uniqueness of my world?
The sweet, the bitter sweet, or the soure? ? ? ?
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Read My Lips
verbal silence. read my lips.
if you see them.
read the words. read it here.
these words. read them like
flowers in the garden.
these words speak a little.
tips of the iceberg. They are less
compared to the color of my eyes
the warmth of my fingers
the suppressed beatings of my heart.
these words that you read.
if only you can see my lips.
if only you can see my face.
and body, naked on the flowing sheet of
pure paper. IF only you know
what silence means, how emptiness
eats it, if only you know how inferior
verbs and adjectives are
compared to the caresses of the hands
and the tenderness of the fingers,
touch.
read the lines silently.
these words do not shape my lips.
they come to your eyes.
in the silence of your understanding.
never shall they speak
about me. they only talk about
the hands that write sometimes
without any meaning at all.
infinitives are not infinite.
neither do verbs know what is it to be still.
and adjectives talk only about the surface.
deep under, the noise begins.
and silence of the verbs move to another side.
now, the mountains of ideas collapse
and bury the casualties of silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Loosing Control
Your translucent metaphors
Make my blue words to become
Seeds of a mirrored thinking.
My words need your metaphors to scream,
While emerging from their painful cage.
They need to be washed
Again and again
In the Light downpour.
My words need to be loved, sweetheart,
Their mad escape happens
Sometimes, in haste.
You can make them to get out
By being so well
Mixed with hate and pain.
My words may bite your lips
In a love kiss, baby.
My words need the blood of your love.
Moreover,
They need to breathe your love
In loosing control.
Your words are leaves,
Sometimes,
Being carried off their knowledge to spread
Inside of me
For changing something-
Your very red, orange and yellow words,
Preceding the white silence of our winter.
Your words, my love,
Can become icy cubs slipping into my hot mouth
To kill my silence.
In-between dark and light,
In our secret dawns,
You make me miss their sweet touch
Inside of me
In making them to be
Love.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Silence Came After Days Of Struggle With Words
SILENCE CAME AFTER DAYS OF STRUGGLE WITH WORDS
Silence came after days of struggle with words
After many awkward failures
Out of the understanding
That nothing more could be done.
Silence came of exhaustion and emptiness and defeat
Not the beautiful silence we love
But the silence of desperation.
Silence came and made me look at my lines
With discomfort and dissatisfaction.
I break the silence now
Without any assurance whatsoever
That I should.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Interactive
I write some lines and you read each word
A word excites you and you take it up to
Seed your fields where you grow your own
Shrubbery of words with tendrils climbing
I look at your garden of words and there is
This word growing into a flower attracting
Me I pick it up this sensual flower and I
Seed it in the lines of my mind now another
Bunch of words like ripe grapes I take one
Swallow it and savor the taste of its sweetness
More lines of words in my throat sliding
Through the lining of my esophagus so smooth
Going straight inside the veins leading to my heart
Sweet, so sweet I could have written the usual
Lines of “ I love you, I miss you” but I couldn’t
There is this roadblock, this writer’s block
The lines stopped, the words are stunted
I stutter, I retreat to my eyes, to see
The face of this woman I love, her eyes
Are gentle, she smiles at me, and waits
For this beautiful silence that gives her life
You stand there, looking for a hint, another
Word to seed the lines waiting to be written.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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Let's Bomb The Moonlight
so well
the world is diagnosed with terminal cancer
flesh is not human this culture is not freedom
and the world has terminal cancer
i want to live with you
let's bomb the moonlight and dance
this far awake is a joke our love is real
and the world is diagnosed with terminal cancer
i love your lips ...(?)...
armageddon's just another job, it's all on the inside
don't let them tell you love is a lie
love is so real
the best bet's to stay alive
let's go bomb the moonlight
let's take it back
what was ours by right
frame of a picture, the subject's not right
oh people of the world
you have a new boy in town
to share the light with a guillotine
that's realer than all of you
that's love human.
we'll bomb the moonlight and dance
dance
sweet black mother of death
why did you have to take her away from me?
it's stupid all the words fit together
where now is nothing
why did you have to bring us together,
under such dirty circumstance?
i have a molotov
let's bomb the moonlight and dance
dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Resonate You?
Resonate You within me?
His words resonate sounds as well sayings?
His writings resonate for me?
bombs exploded in beautiful love!
My lyrics resonate for you also?
Or silence in my paper is silence in your soul?
Do not tell me that
Or silence instead on my words.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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the poem that N A M E D itself
it crawls out
slithering snake
onto the paper
spread like the Bible
out before me
and I think:
what shall I write?
and it seeps out
bleeding black
onto the paper
words that form
from the hollow
places inside me
that sometimes
I can’t find
and it calls forth
emotions that
deserve the words
I can’t give
—except
I give them
my pen is sharp
and my hand aches
the words are
pouring out onto
the face
of blank paper
and I am staring
outside myself
not writing the
words but merely
a vessel for them
to contain themselves
when it is done
and the hollow places
are silent I ask:
what shall I
call it?
but it is already
N A M E D
poem by Elizabeth Rebel
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From Distance: The Moon
I am not looking for words
to talk on my behalf;
instead,
I choose silence.
If I can express my silence in words
I would stop at this line.
Silence
is a remedy
for ill words
until
words become a sea of silence
and the sea waves migrate to the surface
of the moon.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Silence 1.
Most times when I'm hurt,
My silence speaks for me.
She speaks very loud;
Even louder than a megaphone.
I choose to be silent, -
When most things happen,
Not because I cannot speak;
Nor that my words have evaded me,
But because in my silence-
There's a challenging power.
Sometimes in my fears,
When my heart is filled with love,
And my eyes with tears;
I learn to love, just like a dove.
My mouth moves to speak,
But is suddenly cut short by silence,
Silence in love, silence in fear.
Silence in tears, silence in joy;
And when I'm in this mood,
My silence stands so tall-
Even taller than a giant;
She makes her way; -
Even more than spoken words.
Spoken words of loud emotions,
They meet my silence-
And they tremble in awe.
I could hear those words;
They say to themselves,
'How art silence so mighty? '.
poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka
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The Silence Between
the silence between
words being written and read
seduces the mind to think
thoughts of creation anticipate
the blank canvas of the mind
which mirrors the open soul
calling out to listen
to the sound of pen upon paper
a mind at work
is a beautiful thing
and in writing seductive
words flow into sentence
a verse crafts itself
to be seen, felt
all in the aftermath
of the silence between
words being written
words being read
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Words on paper
Words on paper
~
Just words on paper
Where a story is told
An emotion revealed
Or a love laid to rest
Where a dream begins
An ambition is spoken
Perhaps a whim of fancy
Takes charge of the pen
To write what is written
Letters forming words
Shapley and beautiful
Expressions of a soul
Or a mind at play
There across the page
Words on paper
Written to have their say
poem by Matthew Holloway
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When Words Aren't Enough
I don't know what to say...
I know,
When does that ever happen,
Right?
But,
You've left me speechless
And,
I don't know what to say.
Sometimes,
There is nothing
To
Say
Because
Words can't convey
Can't soothe
Don't help
Aren't enough.
There are those times
When
Silence
Says more than words ever could.
It brings its own comfort,
There is an understanding there..
With
Silence
Because
Sometimes
Words are too much,
Yet
Not enough.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Quick And Bitter
The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love
of your body which came
between them.
And when I entered into you
it seemed then that great happiness
could be measured with precision
of sharp pain. Quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand—
'Let's be sensible' and similiar curses.
And as we stray further from love
we multiply the words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Some Silence, Some Words
Today somewhere a mirror broke
And a music of end splashed in the pages of time,
Someone lost his meanings in the broken mirror..
And an unending silence flowed
Many things happen silently, , ,
How the silent weeping of the lost meaning wander in the depth of the night, , ,
I unveil the sea of darkness...i find only silence
And the music of the end keeps on splashing around
Life is all about some silence and some words…
Far away a poet was looking for words, .
And a poem was seeking for its understanding, ,
for the heart where words dwell with meanings, ,
As long as they both were away everything was all right...
And when they met, , ,
the poet lamented on the end of words of the poem, , ,
and the poem on the unending silence of the poet, , , , ,
poems are not about understanding....
poet is not about words, , , ,
The World and You
there is always something to say
about it
words cannot enclose it
it is beyond
spelling
it is beyond utterances
it is what you feel
inside that keeps on sound and
resounding
and your tongue merely repeats
it and transfers it to your
lips
hence the speaking
and you keep on saying it over and over again
because
it is never heard
because it never arrives
at the chamber of understanding of the heart
such is your pain
that you keep on saying because you have never fully
resolved it
time is you patient teacher
it is the silence that it preaches
its home is always the
calmness
the plenitude of
solitude
the consciousness that there is only you
in this universe
in your hands is the future
in your mind is the moment
in your heart always the understanding
that there is no other you
except yourself
the world is so calm
it is listening to your qualm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Damn Me
'Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been an I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper 'cause it's all a part of me
Be it a song or casual conversation
To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations
Your words once heard they can place you in a faction
My words may disturb but at least there's a reaction
Sometimes I wanna kill
song performed by by Guns n' roses from Use Your Illusion I
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You Are Not Lonely.
How can you be lonely when you have a wand to rely on?
How can you be lonely when you have Gestures to rely on?
How can you be lonely when you have paper to rely on?
Oh silly! How can you be lonely when you have loneliness to rely on?
Silly my dear mate you cannot be lonely.....
You have loneliness with you.....
He always hears you story....
Your story has words but your words have silence
You are though dumb to it but your loneliness can hear silence
So I'll share one secret, I have two friends very nice
One is silence and other is loneliness this is hard to deny...
I can hear their presence and can describe it to you
I have described so far till date you never knew
My silence is there for me I knew and believe
Is thus there yours for you too this you must reveal
So if Almighty bestows you with such a beauty delight.....
When your darkness is with your silence and loneliness and in their light......
How can you curse that Eternal who cares for you so high?
poem by Jinneth Rose
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shhh! Silence
when words elude
emotions fail to express...
silence: allow it to speak.
entertains like friends
horrifies like solitude
silence: fond and rude.
it's sweet and bitter
it's so intoxicating
silence: like wine when once tasted
becomes an addiction.
poem by Sathya Narayana
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And then the paper is dirty
You start with a clean sheet of paper
Write some words, scribble, draw some lines
Some curves, sharp lines, tangent to bold
Lines, and rough sketches of faces and
Bodies, thin lines that get crooked from
End to end of this limited space,
You doodle, you get wild with so
Many lines unimaginable, senseless,
The paper finally looks dirty,
And you do not like it, you crumple
It and throw it in a waste basket,
You get another clean sheet,
And this time, you think what is
It really that you want to make
Out of this new clean sheet of paper.
You think, you ponder, and you need
More time this time not to waste
This clean, glossy sheet of paper.
I think you are doing well with your life.
You see you are supposed to be careful
Every word is delicate and every paper
Is actually accounted.
Never mind guilt, set it aside for a while.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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