In The Home Of My Silence
i am enjoying the home of
my silence
i welcome no one in the privacy
of my peace
there is happiness in this
solitude
where the crowd has no
place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The backgrounds enhance.
Silence after storm is quieter than silence.
Peace after war is stiller than peace.
Privacy after turmoil is calmer than privacy.
Sex across the fence is lustier than sex.
07.02.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Place Of Solitude
Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.
4 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Silence: The art of conversation
Silence is the ultimate of speaking
sometimes words are not enough
to emphasize our agony or ecstasy
but silence makes it in all its means
sometimes silence makes love
it sometimes cause to loose a love
silence controls anger; makes peace
happiness is the outcome of peace
silence creates the feel of solitude
solitary persons thinks a lot
thinking makes the man gracious
gracious world is the hope of tomorrow
silence keep the rhythem of speaking
modulate its waves and tempo
if we sounds it with competence
it will become a fabulous song!
poem by Sajna Kailas
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Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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The Challenge Of The Day
on a rush you step outside the room
without a window
thick drapes
sealing you away from the noise of the world
solitude and silence
your treasures
as soon as you open the door
the heavy rains and traffic greet you
with a challenge
'this is the real world, come out! '
there is no place to hide
there are always places to go
and faces to deal with
amidst the crowd find the solitude and the silence
from within your soul
your heart must know and your mind must adopt
lest you shall be one of those carried by the flood of meaningless existence
out there
cold and dead
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence and Echo
solitude
like silence
falls off on the ground
undisturbed waters
transparent
this silence of word
silence of air
this silence
solitude
nobody's longing
breaks against a bricked wall
high
wall like concrete
thick
and heavy
this perfect peace
at times
larynx scream
will wake up the silence
disturb
this constant reverie
sorrow
wants to leave
or silence
wants to play
with the echo
longer
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
poem by Dorota Szumilas
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Lovers quarrel
Gee, what’s that for?
Silence, silence and a longer silence followed
Do I have to ask you again?
There ensued a deeper look piercing but no word
What? What is your problem?
You are my problem, you are, and he answered!
Now, both are shouting, is there anything weird?
Silence, the crowd is enjoying what they heard.
poem by Edgar Rendon Eslit
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Why This Poem Is Born
this is my only chance
to be alone and be myself
again in the middle of this
crowd, where all voices
speak, and no one is heard
this is the voice inside the
bottom of my heart
beneath the layers of my
thoughts
in the forest
there lies this niche
where i can be so
at home and so silent
this is the craving of
the restless soul trying
to find a place to be
in the peace and quiet
of its solitude
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Like Your Silence
i like your silence
now
it is not like the
silence we had
before
your silence
now is different
it is
reminiscing
it is
refreshing
it is
sensitive
to my presence
it is
reflective of
who i am
enabling me
to hear my
breath
to see and
feel
my very own soul
i like your silence
now
it is the silence
of the memory
that cannot
be forgotten
it is not death
it is life
it is the blossom
of my sorrow
it is the fruit of
my despair
it is the silence
of my silence
it is the peace
within my
solitude
it has become
the center of
my life
the focus of my
scattering
the finding of
my loss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Imagine
All you have to do is believe,
So imaging peace,
Imagine your own world where there’s no pain,
But where love, togetherness, and prospering all equal great success,
Imagine a place where happiness can spread,
Where the world is your favorite place,
It’s not hard if we try,
So it’s sure to bring peace,
Imagine your dreams even if they don’t come true,
And the people that are always there for you,
Still not noticed by anyone?
If all of the people didn’t care about processions, the world would be a better place,
Is it a dream or is it reality?
Imagine a world without war,
And without hate,
Without violence, but happiness everywhere,
Peace is there,
So there’s no reason for the hurt,
Peace is happiness,
So imagine peace.
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Solitude and Silence
All I have to offer
is solitude and silence.
No accomplishments to speak of,
having never finished anything
worth finishing
except bad relationships
and good friendships
I now regret not keeping.
Those I feel closest to
are the farthest away from me
while I keep myself distant
from those who are near.
If all you seek is solitude and silence,
this I can promise you without breaking.
I only ask, in return, to be allowed
my silence and solitude
from you.
poem by Juge Sopczak
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Come With Me To The Edge Of The World
Come with me to the edge of the world,
Let's go there where sunset is touching the horizon,
Where is only silence and peace,
There is a place just for us, for you and me.
Far away from people, far away from crowd,
We are running to find a place for our hearts,
Where is only sky above us to share with it our dreams,
Where is only peace and harmony.
The night was coming, such a silent night,
Only your arms and wind were wrapping me,
Only your whispers and seagulls were my music,
Only your heart was belonging to me.
The sea is touching our feet laying on the sand,
Only seagulls are screaming crossing the sky,
Making aware us this is not a dream,
Is reality of our lives, another page in the book of life.
There is a place just for us, for you and me,
Where is only silence and peace,
Let's go there where sunset is touching the horizon,
Come with me to the edge of the world.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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A Night With You
When I Pick you up, I tell myself I am going to enjoy this night with you,
When we Sit across from each other at dinner, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you hold my hand and we sit and talk, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you are out there on the dance floor I'm watching you move so elegant and sexy, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I come up behind you and turn you around, you look at me with them passion blue eyes, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me so softly with your sexy silky lip, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When it time to take you home I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me good night and I watch you walk away, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I driving home I think to myself, how I enjoy my night with you,
When I laying in bed, wishing that I can enjoy the rest of my night with you,
When I woke up in the morning I realize what just happen, that I just enjoy the most wonderful night with you.
poem by Eddie Rubio
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In Solitude
A glass of red wine spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude
Relishing a melody of lament
Drifting through my window
Gliding in uninvited
In solitude
Last night I cried out loud
For the sake of hearing a sound
Though I did not hear me
In solitude
Gawking at my naked fear
Of living a life unseen
Yearning to belong
In solitude
I woke up in the evening
Read a book out loud
My voice wavering
In Solitude
As the heroine yearned
In an isolated crowd
To be loved
In solitude
I walked around naked
In my new home
My skin in flames
In solitude
Every molecule of air
Brushing against me
Scorched in vain
In solitude
It was raining that morn
When I came to life
My throat stinging
In solitude
I see no soul
I hear no breathing
I smell no skin
In solitude
I mourn not waking up
Next to my beloved
To warm my frozen hind
In solitude
Yet, I feel no cold
And life goes on
As I bury myself
In solitude
poem by Deva De Silva
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Defining The Kind Of Silence He Needs
it is like the silence of an empty room
not keeping anything
not holding
not gripping hands
or gnashing teeth
the windows are not closed
or the doors
to keep a hounding silence
it is a silence with still air
you hear me breathing in
and out
of my nostrils
nothing kept like grudges
nothing hidden like
some disappointments
it is the silence that heals
that gathers strength
the silence of your gratitude
the silence that rests
the silence
of the soul in solitude
the silence of peace
one that looks out
to the grandeur yet to come
one that waits patiently
the silence of
glory
godlike
humane, and seeks to understand
the one that drives
confusion away
like a bird
nesting its eggs for days
on a stable branch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Solitude, Singing
Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
poem by Rani Turton
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Did I tell you that our view of happiness is a little bit boring too?
A girl all white on Sunday
With her papa and mama
And after mass
She gets her pink cotton candy
Sweet
Sugar to her tongue
And then they go to a
Halo-halo bar and they
Eat their slice of chiffon cake
Sweet
Sugar to the tongues of
A very sweet family
Happy childhood, normal people
Achieving and making others happy
Expectedly, kindhearted and
Not miserable, away from despair
And poverty, looking forward to
A bright future, full of laughter
And cheers
That is how we view happiness
Giggles in the youthful years
And marriage and children
And grandchildren
The cycle of perfection
Did I tell you that life gets boring
Sometimes with the way we are
Prescribed to be this and this and that?
I give up, and learn life my way
Preferring solitude, away from the mob
The crowd and the doctors of happiness
I want to find mine: in peace, In silence
In the most private moment
Even without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace Keeps Me Desperate
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
From an earned solitude.
I choose not to get too loose,
To drift away and wander.
To lose such peace for me,
Would be regrettable.
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
From an earned solitude.
I choose not to get too loose,
To let drift away and wander.
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
With a wish not to let it stray.
Too far away,
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
Peace keeps me desperate,
Since my happiness has been set.
From the moment I saw my first Sunrise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Place To Go
there must be a place between
life and death
not the purgatory
for it is they say between hell and heaven
there is a place between sadness and happiness
between being famous and being so ordinary
there is this place where you are so safe and unaffected
Aristotle said it:
the middle, that backbone.
be with me there, between life and death,
this floater between heaven and earth, this feather, this leaf
falling without having to reach the bottom of things
this suspension this silence this lovely solitude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness
Happiness
Does not mean
Posessing wealth
Neither does
Physical love
Enjoying with
Friends and family
Is happiness to me
Happiness is not also
Worldly pleasures
To me
Peace and solace
In mind
love in deeds
To do something
Ilove and cherish
Is happiness to me
23-08-2012
691-51-08-12
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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