Snatching solitude
Snatching solitude from sleep
For a few wakeful hours, to reclaim myself
From the web of relationships that define us
And the responsibilities that dictate our days
Now that isn’t such a wise thing!
Doctors often say, while they tend to the heart
As an organ, rarely seeing the soul
That needs mending too
But now that stillness overcomes hurtling day
I tend to my temple
That stands with windows open
Welcoming new winds from o’er the land
That quiet corner is my favourite place
Where a candle glows, softly
Lighting up dark corners, and freeing my spirit
To commune with the vastness beyond
Sometimes a quiet whisper holds clues
To a story yet to unfold, while at others
The quiet holds me in a warm embrace
While I snatch solitude from sleep.
poem by Anita Atina
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A sleepless grace
A sleepless grace
~
It is in her quiet grace
the touch of her fair hand
the sleepless night
seems to pass so gentle
I look to her eyes
and find my soul rooted
deeply in place
like the chestnut tree
unmoving and steadfast
there for many a year
~
she holds my heart
in the realms of her own
the whispers of conversation
fill the gaps of silences
we talk of the day now past
and those days to come
we talk of the little nothings
we talk to hear each other
comforting to a sleep
~
I lay her upon my chest
her ear to my heart
listening to my every truth
I hold nothing from her
as she holds nothing from me
and there I celebrate
her gentle quiet grace
which claimed my heart
in the sleepless night
poem by Matthew Holloway
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So Quiet In Here
Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Yours Forever
Here we are in the grays of winter,
Here we are just me and you,
Hold my hand,
Lets face tomorrow,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
This precious time we've only borrowed,
The autumn winds have blown on through,
A quiet thought will tell our story,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Here some wings,
There yours forever,
And heres some dreams,
That will come true,
Take these tears, to wash away your sorrows,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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It is better so
If you wish to see me,
will be dark.
If you wish to hear me,
be quiet.
If you wish to come closer to me,
you will stay alone.
Dark picture of quiet and solitude.
I know it hurts but it is better so.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Untouched by Grace, but not by Snow
Waking up, noticing the ground
To my surprise I am surround by snow
Every detail in which was lay
With perfect precise wonder
In this most daring betray of beauty
And all is quiet
All is so annoyingly quiet
The dirt that is covered peeks through the ground
Destroying what was once beauty
That was pronounced by the glistened snow
And all I can do is wonder
How this world become simple to lay
When sleep takes us on we lay
And all is deeply quiet
Our dreams become our wonder
Weather we stand on solid ground
An undefined map layer out by snow
Creates to us sleeping beauty
But what is this beauty?
And where does it lay?
What is understood to be a lie as white as snow
And all has become a false quiet
Life, which puts our burdens to the ground
And here we are left to wonder
To whom to we place our wonder
The one who holds onto your beauty?
Who picks you up off the ground
And will be contempt as you lay
This is the lovely quiet
Dawn, of our love as pure as snow
To ask what is this snow
Pure, grace, love to which we wonder
Making this moment freeze in quiet
Holding unto this betrayed beauty
Which pours unto us as we lay
To the emissive ground
To become as pure as snow is beauty
But do we wonder under stars we lay?
And all was quiet as the snow flake touched ground
Missing You
It's been a while since I saw your smile,
Never seen your face but I felt your grace,
From a distance your gaze,
Your eyes, they warm my heart,
What a great place to start!
In my heart, always,
Always a place for you,
A quiet space,
What a beautiful place!
Lost in time, no rhythm nor rhyme,
Until at last,
We find the peace we deserve,
To live, breathe and to serve,
So when you think of me,
Remember to feel free,
Live life through freedoms door,
Know that I will love you evermore,
I will see you in a quiet room,
A dark corner where you light the gloom,
In a moment of silence, a quiet breath,
Moves us one step further from death,
Sometimes I feel there can be no end,
As long as our hearts mend,
A soul that is your friend,
Then the light of love will know no end.
26 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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You Sleep Alone
What dark sea holds thee from me
We have felt the grave of Keats
Young dying poetry
Gather the garlands of the womb
Smothered in first love
Concepts as wet as Monroe
Invent yourself
I need nipples that write
The wind is not sullen but free
Precarious thorns in the quill
Crows as blue as Matisse
Immortality in ink
You are invisible but here
You carry a lamp of Sylvia Plath
Walk the oak floors
Shut out the expected
Embrace the deep quiet you
There in your mind comes I
Your candle aglow
My fingers are words
We dance like the stars
Bards of sanity gone
Balm of dreams whisper
I must leave before you realize
You sleep alone
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Ocean Park (4/10/11)
I no longer live in Ocean Park
Though I am never far from that place
Kept close in the quiet corners of my heart
Instead it seems I spend my days in passing
From a place I do not love to somewhere I don't want to be
And in my dreams there is you
So far away
Farther even than Ocean Park
With it's salt sting and morning fog
Known far too well
I dream of you, your eyes, your hand
The gentle hint of your smile
Replacing Ocean Park
In the quiet corners of my heart
Sleep, Tender Heart
sleep, tender heart
sleep like a fairy between petals;
sleep like a koala
safe and sound
concealed amongst leaves
sleep, gentle mind
like the innocent newborn
without a thought or care;
sleep like the moon
that crawls to its quiet
on the advent of the sun
sleep like the waves
that crawl to a lagoon
and still themselves for peace and rest
sleep, O gentle souls
and all you beautiful beings
sleep like the pervading stillness
before the world unfolded itself
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Goat Paths
The crooked paths go every way
Upon the hill - they wind about
Through the heather in and out
Of the quiet sunniness.
And there the goats, day after day,
Stray in sunny quietness,
Cropping here and cropping there,
As they pause and turn and pass,
Now a bit of heather spray,
Now a mouthful of the grass.
In the deeper sunniness,
In the place where nothing stirs,
Quietly in quietness,
In the quiet of the furze,
For a time they come and lie
Staring on the roving sky.
If you approach they run away,
They leap and stare, away they bound,
With a sudden angry sound,
To the sunny quietude;
Crouching down where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze,
Couching down again to brood
In the sunny solitude.
If I were as wise as they
I would stray apart and brood,
I would beat a hidden way
Through he quiet heather spray
To a sunny solitude;
And should you come I'd run away,
I would make an angry sound,
I would stare and turn and bound
To the deeper quietude,
To the place where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze.
In that airy quietness
I would think as long as they;
Through the quiet sunniness
I would stray away to brood
By a hidden beaten way
In a sunny solitude.
I would think until I found
Something I can never find,
Something lying on the ground,
In the bottom of my mind.
poem by James Stephens
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Little Marsh-Sprites
I have whipped you out of sight
Through the midday soot;
To await the evening light
Of quiet solitude.
Now – we’re sitting on a moss
In the heart of fen;
Crescent with a crooked mouth
Is our only friend.
I’m like you – a nature geek,
With a spooky face;
Quiet and shy like forest creek
In a hidden place.
Loosely hangs a parting bell
On my foolish cap.
Rivers weaving through a spell
Of a nature’s lap.
And we’re sitting, little fools,
Greenish caps protrude;
Peeping from the low-land pools
Into solitude.
Dream deliriums of water,
Rusty run-off wave…
We’re forgotten echoings
Of a someone’s rave…
- Alexander Blok, January,1905.
Trans. by V.Postnikov,2006
poem by Vic Postnikov
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Whispered Assurance
Lord, You are my Hiding Place
In this remote cave of solitude,
As my soul gropes in empty space,
And I thirst for inner fortitude.
Like Elijah, I am in hiding,
And I fear the howling winds of life,
The violent earthquake of losing
That shatters my hopes like a knife.
In the strong winds, You are not there
Neither are You in the fierce earthquake,
But You come in a quiet whisper,
With loving care, my soul You take.
You cradle me with Your assurance
Like a newborn in his mother's arms,
'My child, there will be no circumstance
I will ever leave you to Harm.
You are the apple of My eye,
And you are My treasured possession,
My Son ransomed you when He died
On Calvary's Cross, at Crucifixion.
As My child you have My Spirit
To assure that I'm always with you-
He is an Eternal Deposit,
To guide you and your strength renew.
You know I will never leave you
And I promised I will not forsake,
All My promises will hold you through
And light the path your life will take.'
So in absolute surrender,
In quiet trust I lay at Your Feet,
I'm thankful that You are my Potter,
When life is over we will meet.
'You are my hiding place, You will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.'
Psalm 32: 7
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April 2,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Ah, To Rest! (Cinquain)
A hole
In the blue sky
Where maybe I can fly
Escape in quiet solitude
to sleep.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Quiet (& Still)
quiet
this princess that dwells
in the secret pond of
my heart
the lotus
that blooms
in the stillness of the water
above this mud
quiet
the stare that i give
to darkness
to death
quiet
the hands that despite
the odds
willingly shall surrender
to God's law
shall abide
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Quiet Voice
When soothing words are spoken,
we listen a great deal more.
When angry words are spoken,
we tend to want to ignore.
A quiet voice is more often heard
than one that shouts a lot.
A quiet voice is one of reason
than the one that is brash.
Quiet voices are the ones
we associate with lovers,
while the shouters are the fighters
or so they think themselves.
3 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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I don't regret what might have been.
When the sun sets and the world is still.
I seek release in solitude
This is my time for memories
Some I can recall vividly
Selected from the multitude
Of dreams which I could not fulfil.
Some were my own and some were not
I can look back in retrospect.
Though some quite unexpectedly
Decide to surface suddenly.
Each one is worthy of respect
Although they have been long forgot.
The quiet time that lies between
The end of day and fall of night
Would seem to be appropriate
To sit alone and meditate
After the sun fades from sight
and contemplate what might have been.
Eventually I must conclude.
That I am where I’m meant to be
Some times I tried only to fail
My efforts were to no avail.
When I look back nostalgically
I know it’s just an interlude.
I’m well aware that all too soon.
I must accept reality.
The humdrum world of every day.
Is never very far away
And banishes my reverie
Beneath newly risen moon.
I face the morrow with a smile
Because I know the sun will set
Then I seek my solitude
Enjoy the peace and quietude.
That I so very seldom get.
If only for a little while.
I tend to stick to my routine
I am too old to change my ways
I see no reason why I should
The peace and quiet does me good
As I review my glory days.
I don’t regret what might have been.
Sunday,04 September 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A heart chanced
A heart chanced
~
A heart chanced once more
After years of silent solitude
Met only silence in its asking
And wept into a quiet nothing
A pride and strength deflated
The hope which fed each word
Broken like the dream left behind
The memories of past heartbreak
Revoked in this new silence
A question asked, regretted
A belief chanced, lost
The simple words spoken
Honest and gently thought
Fall into a quiet silence
A solitude of reply
To the heart which fought
To believe and chance again
Sits sadly quietly weeping
poem by Matthew Holloway
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An Enigma Forever
Locked up beyond capacity, and free to roam wherever and whenever.
Understanding, complete with an open heart, and closed shut beyond all compassion, nor a shred of remorse.
Welcoming to all parties, big or small, short or long; embracing the somber solitude, and can sleep peacefully in solitude.
Driving far to explore new locales, experience unique feelings of spontaneity; driving to get away from what you're stuck with, yet it's closer than it appears on your mirror.
Excited of the possibilities of camaraderie, uncharted human relationships; rather burnt out, perhaps stick with the routine of monotony.
The contradiction and unification that's conjoined; a man...
poem by Koroosh Floyd
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Stranger On A Quiet Street
When all the thrills have been forgotten
The chill of night can call them home
And all the dreams that you left stranded
Will slowly start to come along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didnt have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
You can go straight as an arrow
You can go straight as you dare
Walkin the old straight and narrow
Dont always get you there
The sun was shining when I saw it all
She was moving to a different beat
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
It came to me out of the blue, out of the blue
There came the moment that I really knew
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street, on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Nighttime Forever
Noisy world
quiet minds
spinning forever
through all time
Thoughtless wonders
peaceful hate
for all man
death is fate
Fear and power
Greed and lust
one touch of water and
iron turns to rust
quiet sadness
of one's own mind
spinning forever
through all time
one's solitude
one's own mind
made an original
one of a kind
Too bad to say
my mind is gone
forever hopeless
used to be strong
I'll never know
of my own fate
because my heart
spoke too late.
The time is slow
the hours fade to days
the more time that passes
the more I fade away
I leave you with this
with this, be wise
follow pleasure
to your own demise
poem by Shelbie Bozeman
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