Quietly Poems

Quietly poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of quietly poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on quietly are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Hidden

Hidden short poem

Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..

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Oh My Little Angel

Oh My Little Angel short poem

Oh my daughter Oh my little angel Don’t know how time flies Seems only like yesterday When you were placed in my waiting arms Hugging you close, seeing the tiny bundle of joy My own flesh my own blood Didn’t

Cosmic Peace

Cosmic Peace elegy

I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds

Again

Again elegy

When I see you again… Will I see you again? I wonder how we will meet? Will you be waiting for me, take my hand and comfort me? Will I mourn what is lost, or rejoice at seeing you again?

Take A Walk

Take A Walk prose poem long poem

Let’s take a walk Just you and me and none of our goddamn pretensions None of the constant editing of words and phrases in our daily interactions Let’s say things as they come to mind Hell, let’s just not say

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me!

How to write a poem? Are you kidding me! poetry articles

10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this

She Is The One!

She Is The One! long poem

Good Morning Love.. What will you have for breakfast? A pancake with just a tip of honey, Get it fast, I have to go earn money! Here you go, now eat up before the dog starts to drool. Oh Jeez!

The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!!

A Note To Self For Those Tough Days!! prose poem

Life….This is not a fairy tale that we all dream of, fantasize or speculate it to be. Nobody promises us that, not even God. Life is an amalgamation, of those really fantastic, fanciful, sometimes phenomenal, remarkably awesome days and of

The eternal mother

The eternal mother long poem

Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota)

Garvin Heights (Winona, Minnesota) short poem

I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing

Dark Moon

Dark Moon short poem

The sky turns a darker hue as the storm clouds roll by The pale moon quietly peeps as the earth turns quiet The leaves whimper as the wind passes them by The cold makes him shiver as he makes his

A Mouse’s Tail

A Mouses Tail long poem

But it’s not my fault Cried the mouse in dismay I though I knew where I was But appear to have lost my way Sat at the foot of my bed With his hands under his head He tried through

Eternity

Eternity long poem

Fingers entwined resting against an alabaster chin eyes, delicately framed by copper tone lashes, lost yet attentive to thoughts deep within her mind A faint hue of soft apricot accents cheeks while a gentle kiss of rose emphasises pensive lips.

The Wise Man

The Wise Man short poem

The words of the wise are seldom spoke; Upon true wisdom a fool does choke… Stunned by the wise man’s words, they are confused, They try to turn the words around just to be misused. Yet, the word of wisdom

The Tree

The Tree short poem

I can feel the warm sunshine bathing me in light Comfortable, joyful, pure I see bright green grass, soft on my feet Lush and cool Comforting I am happy here I smile here I sit in the tree Never really

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Go beyond the past. Go beyond the present.. Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? When those cleansed people Wandering through other times And places, look around aimlessly In search of

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

Pander to the broken once more shall you see, the changes made, Above the mighty Stereo Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour From the fountain of the Infinite Well. Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page Aplomb!

My Last Breath!

My Last Breath! elegy

I felt the warm strengths of gentle motherly grips How swiftly and quietly my last breath here,slips Exact on time, undelayed Out of reach, Lords’ trade My eyes, terribly widened Chilled layer penetrated my yellow body With few words dying

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

As I Stroll Through A Dream

As I Stroll Through A Dream short poem

I just walk through my day as I stroll through a dream Where all things are as possible as they may seem, Where the moon rides the daytime, the sun rides the night For surely this means that both periods

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

A Criminal’s Conscience

A Criminals Conscience short poem

His mind was cultured for vicious activities, His passion criminal perfections and dual identities, His soul lingered on malicious immoralities, His goal to torture and destroy individualities. He stood on the gateway with a loaded gun, He opened the gate

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Of A Virgin God

Of A Virgin God short poem

full moon, was taking a bath on hills. Trees were waiting for the curtains to rise. Scented stars would make giant scars on the clouds, I would make peace with the sky. Lids of human greed were laden, with golden

‘Crossing The Bar’ Once Again…

‘Crossing The Bar Once Again... short poem

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone of rumored agitation when you cannot sleep. You open your eyes quietly to complain. The caretaker has prepared the shroud, . Smoke is rising on the hills. Nobody walks with you, it

Goodbye And Farewell

Goodbye And Farewell short poem

Goodbye, land and farewell, woman Never was the pleasure mine Of drunken slumber on your lap Nor the warmth of hand on hand Never the sizzle of lip on lip Or the balm of quietly being Never did I explore

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Lord of the Earth

Lord of the Earth short poem

I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering

When Life Ends

When Life Ends short poem

When I was in his arms Those days were not so pleasant but still calm I don’t have a question ‘How?’ It was sure to come someday And the day is now I’m sleeping quietly in my grave Moving towards

One Cold Night

One Cold Night short poem

‘The cold full moon is out tonight In this harsh winter away from home As fainted stars hung in dreary sight With all but gloom as he stood alone The eerie silence of the winds That gently blew the resting

Modern Man

Modern Man long poem

He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman and while he spends his days honing his body for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge, learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts spit out

Have A Good Day

Have A Good Day short poem

First thing in the morning give thanks for seeing another Glorious day, then smile and be on your way. Ask for guidance if your skies are gray, then be a blessing for someone that’s in dismay. Now bad is sad,

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,

The Self

The Self long poem

Meditating quietly, On the self within, In the serene calm of mind Devoid of motion or sound Every day, Like a vibration, With a speed of thought, I travel manifold universes & Beyond, Amusing my-self In various lokas¹, Ever shining,

The Lonely Tree

The Lonely Tree short poem

Somewhere in the local park, in a place where nobody looks, There’s a tree growing, quietly and slowly. It’s not a very big tree at all. It’s surrounded by others, their massive trunks blocking the view of it. I always

Who Is She

Who Is She prose poem

No. She’s not simply your good and nice neighbor next door. O, it’s true that she’s caring and giving, but there’s so much more. And she overflows with peace and security, with a lot more in store. No. She’s not

Yiruma

Yiruma long poem

Yiruma The piano quietly drifts along, As another beauty quietly drifts from my life… The time is coming to an end, The song; I wish I had the words, To say… Goodbye… But the instrument has nothing written upon the

Dolores King

Dolores King short poem

I weave in and out of people’s lives like a ghost or a thief in the middle of the night, so, I take quietly to the mind, and the matters of the wind in my room, in abstractions, where the