Tag: silence

  • When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    A deeply introspective free-verse poem about love, loss, and the quiet endurance of emotions that never truly leave us. It explores how feelings evolve — from raw ache to gentle rhythm — finding peace not in forgetting, but in remembering without pain. #FreeVersePoetry #EmotiveWriting #QuietHealing #UnspokenLove #PoetryOfTheSoul #InnerPeace #EmotionalJourney #HealingThroughWords #ResilientHeart #TimelessFeelings #Poetry #Feelings

  • The Anatomy of Quiet Things

    The Anatomy of Quiet Things

    A contemplative journey through dawns, silences, and the tender weight of memory. This poem unravels solitude one breath at a time—where words become bridges, faces linger in dreams, and each day ends the way it begins: in quiet promise. #PoetryOfSilence #IntrospectiveVerse #WritersSoul #EmotionalPoetry #ContemplativeWriting #ModernPoetry #DeepThoughts #CreativeJourney #PoeticReflection #TheAnatomyOfQuietThings

  • The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    A single grain of salt—so small, so harmless it seemed—yet it changed the flavor of life forever. In this long poetic journey, sweetness meets sorrow, love meets loss, and memory lingers like the aftertaste of something once perfect. There are times when not bitterness, but its absence, steals the taste of life. This is a…

  • In the Spaces Between Words: Peace, Forgiveness, and Silence

    In the Spaces Between Words: Peace, Forgiveness, and Silence

    A journey through the noise of meaningless chatter and late-night parties into the stillness of peaceful rest and silence. Heartbreaks, quick judgment, forgiveness, and the search for peace, remind that true happiness comes not from winning arguments but from honoring differences, embracing new perspectives, and finding wholeness in the quiet spaces between words.

  • The Weight of Words Unspoken

    The Weight of Words Unspoken

    In the hospital room where silence grows thick as fog, I watch my father’s hands—once steady as oak branches, now trembling like autumn leaves against the stark white sheet. A deeply sensory exploration of watching a parent’s decline, where antiseptic burns the nostrils and unsaid conversations pool at our feet like storm clouds that never…

  • The Silence Between Us: the Map of What Is Not Said #poetry

    The Silence Between Us: the Map of What Is Not Said #poetry

    When you draw near, the ordinary arithmetic of hours and days splinters under the hush of something greater, the hush where our silences nest one inside another, like gentle Matryoshka dolls, each echo nestling toward the bone of recognition. You do not know how the world halts when you breathe beside me, how the molecules…

  • When Silence Speaks Louder

    When Silence Speaks Louder

    In the cathedral of unspoken words, where echoes gather like dust on windowsills, I trace the outline of your absence with fingertips that remember the geography of your skin. The house breathes differently now—each room a vessel holding the weight of conversations we will never have…

  • Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood #poetry

    Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood #poetry

    The ground splits raw beneath me, a silent howl tearing the familiar into ruins. Words once tender become blades, slicing trust into irreparable mosaics. The chasm widens—love, laughter, dreams—all swallowed by an endless void, leaving behind only the bitter smoke of what was.

  • The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong) #NaPoWriMo #24

    The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong) #NaPoWriMo #24

    In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.

  • Grains of Time: The Erosion of Love and Habit #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry

    Grains of Time: The Erosion of Love and Habit #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry

    The clock ticks, not in seconds but in the slow erosion of stone, each moment wearing away the sharp edges of a life lived in familiarity. A steady, persistent rhythm of routine, arguments, and silences, where love lingers not with passion but with quiet endurance—a constant reminder of presence, even in absence.