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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #244 -- Theme: "Silence"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by thirdwind, May 11, 2014.

    The theme for Poetry Contest #244 is "Silence" (courtesy of @Darkkin). You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, May 24. Please PM me ("Start a Conversation") the poem, and I'll add it to this thread. As a reminder, all submissions are anonymous to ensure fair voting.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
     
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    “The Wall That I Talk To”

    The wall that I talk to echoes back,

    reverberating to the sound of my cries,

    but it never replied, never lied,

    to the Morse code that I sent,

    to the heart that I lent.


    So I have decided

    until the dry paint crumbles to the ground,

    until the bricks are knocked down,

    I will do what I can

    for the wall that I talk to

    To talk back.
     
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    Quiet!


    ........
    ...
    ......
    .....
    ...
    ......
    Burp.
    Shuddup!
    .......
     
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    Imprisoned in Silence


    He sat in the darkened wood,

    Shrouded by the sweet smell of pine.

    He gazed Eastward as far as he could,

    Through the lens of his bottle of wine.


    He then heard the Beast rushing towards him,

    He heard not with his ears but his eyes.

    Then cried out for somebody to help him,

    But no sound could be found for his cries.


    And so he now stood there before it,

    The thing he’d escaped for so long.

    With all of his heart he implored it.

    To set his soul free from this song.


    A song that had held him in silence,

    A song that imprisoned his Light.

    A song that was filled with dark violence.

    A song that must end on this night.
     
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    Shut it Out


    Head under pillow
    clouds
    a world of
    un-inked words that die
    in flight
    unheard
     
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    The City of Silence

    I walk the lonely well-trodden track,

    Not looking down, not looking back.

    The clouds have gathered, heavy and grey;

    Time has passed since it’s been day.



    I read the ancient wooden sign,

    Planted there as if a shrine.

    I stand before it, needing guidance,

    And there I read, “No path to Silence.”



    I walk again (the thunder roars),

    Passing the ruins of remembered wars.

    The city of Silence seems so compelling,

    And I must find it, and be dwelling.



    But soon I see the others lost,

    Striving for Silence, no matter the cost.

    Yet where does it lie? Not a single one knows;

    I look ahead and hear the crows.



    It seems Silence city will never be found,

    Forever we’ll wander, forever unsound.

    Anything for the silence of Silence –

    Instead of listening to life’s harsh sirens.
     
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    "Aqua Echoes"

    Swiftly stones skip,
    Across the serene lake's surface.
    Water once drawn and tight,
    Like the skin of a model's face.

    Ripples rain in a line,
    Circle waves working their way out.
    Their own echoes in canyons,
    Started with an honest, silent shout.

    Each rock's home now displaced,
    It's speed begins to descend.
    Now breaking the water's barrier,
    It's journey...finally coming to an end.
     
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    "Broken Silence"

    A shadow passed amidst the trees...
    Cloven hooves, an argent glowing...
    Upon a forehead crowned and knowing..
    Swiftly, silently flexing knees...

    Across the moors, glen and dale...
    She flowed...A dancer's stride...
    Seeking the Aster the snows sought to hide.
    Fleet feet sought, the child, cold and pale.

    Fleet feet flying...
    Silence, utter quiet, pounding...
    Through the blowing white, cloven hooves bounding.
    Against the odds, she is running, trying.

    To the Snow Queen in her palace, bright...
    So the fleet feet go...
    Bearing the new of her son born of snow...
    Such was the bitter truth in the Unicorn's light.

    Across the vale, moor, and mountain...
    A silvered glow lighting the way,
    Fleetfoot travelled by night and day...
    Until at last she came unto the Glacier's Fountain.

    In the depth of the mountains...
    From whence the blue ice stemmed...
    Stood the palace of the Snow Queen, fractal rimmed...
    Such was the heart of Glacier's Fountain.

    Over the chasm, deep and jagged...
    Fleetfoot soared...silence winging out alone...
    So very, very far from home...
    Her breathing fast, her pulse ragged...

    The bearer of a bitter blow...
    Unto the wily old Dame...
    Fleetfoot, the Last of the Unicorns, came...
    Her story told in the Dreamer's glow.

    From the Unicorn's eyes came a shattering truth...
    A boy, so quiet, sweet, and warm...
    Was now a beast, more damaging than a ravening swarm...
    A dragon, seething with talon, wing and tooth.

    And there in the stillness, the silence absolute...
    Emerged a wraith with a frozen heart...
    So pale and icy, a piece of living art...
    A silvered blonde Angel, clutching a lute.

    And then beneath the eyes of the Unicorn...
    The pale form wavered, crumpled and fell...
    The news of her beloved Jack, cracking her shell...
    A glint of fire in Angel's eyes, reborn...

    A singled lock of red, ignited Angel's silver gilt hair...
    For beneath the icy facade, Fleetfoot has seen...
    With eyes that were knowing and keen...
    The blue star of fall, slumbering there.

    The Angel and Aster, were one and the same...
    The daughter of Autumn and the Man in the Moon...
    A life, nearly ended far too soon...
    But Aster's darkest hour the Snow Queen came...

    Sparing her life, locking away the pain...
    So Aster faded and Angel rose...
    Frozen from topmost curls to the tips of her toes...
    Until the truth fell hard, a punishing cane...

    Angel fell upon her knees...
    A burning tingle in her fingertips...
    A single word crossed her lips.
    "Please..."

    The Snow Queen nodded, her own heart aching...
    Beside the Angel, fallen, Fleetfoot knelt...
    And in her chest, a pounding, could be felt...
    Angel pulled herself astride...After Jack she had to go, even as her heart was breaking.
     
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    "Silence"

    You look like someone else
    Somebody I used to know
    He sits by you silently
    In the dark of your shadow
    And in your eyes
    And in the touch
    Of your unwitting hand
    He promises silently
    Of the holy land
    Where first he whispered
    Sweet to me
    Where first my weathered heart
    Knew glee
    When we were young
    In revelry
    And the snow of today was sand.

    Now somebody I used to know
    Hides behind your gaze
    Taunting me silently
    In a hundred wicked ways
    And with each day
    And with each hour
    Of winter's endless violence
    His promises are quieted
    By your cold defiance
    But could yet I find him there
    By the sea
    Where the blue of the heavens
    Was eternity
    When I was young
    And he was free
    Before he became your silence.
     
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    Silence

    As I walk through the quiet, autumnal yard,
    I hear no sound from the leaves.
    I see the wind is blowing softly,
    But I do not hear the trees.

    The sun beams down upon me,
    Yet, I do not feel the heat.
    Where, Oh, where has my love gone?
    For here, we did agree to meet.

    Abruptly, I see a figure,
    From the corner of my eye.
    I run to him, it is my love,
    But he just walks on by.

    I turn to watch him, through the yard,
    Turn and watch as he goes.
    And see him as he tenderly places,
    Upon a stone, a rose.

    I follow him, bewildered,
    Am I not of his life?
    Then as I read the stone he touched,
    It all as day, seems bright.

    For, reading the words upon the stone,
    'Goodbye, my love, Goodbye'.
    I ask myself as he does too,
    Why did you have to die?
     
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    "Untitled"

    round and round, click click click per each revolution
    it stands tight in hand
    never have the voices been so near
    awaken at every moment I need the silence to sleep
    round and round, click click click
    the big irons cold against my temple
    it quells the voices for just a bit
    they retreat into night
    my eyes shutter and wince as the hammer strikes the pin
    thud
    round and round click click click
    they have returned in their menace
    again I weep and hold it tight
    the hammer falls
    thud
    the voices retreat in fear
    awaiting till they may strike
    I stand upon the bridge in fear
    the cliff in my mind i prepare to jump
    round and round, click click click
    they will never return from this jump
    the iron touches my temple
    smoke and a flash
    silence and sleep
     
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    "The Brain Storm is Never Truly Over"

    My thoughts are in a constant never-ending thunder storm.

    My mind is fascinated by the simplest most mundane things.

    My mind is never satiated nor silent, my mind is constantly in motion,

    searching for things that can be absorbed into its synapses.

    These fascinations will tax my body due to late night searches spanning hundreds of web pages,

    and dozens of videos.

    My thirst for this knowledge, at times, brings me to the brink of insanity.

    And when I finally think I've had enough and decide to move on,

    that eureka! Moment finally steps forward and out of that storm

    within my mind. Then the storm stops all together and my mind is finally silent.

    But it is only the quiet before the storm, because soon it will start again

    just as fierce as ever, because it never truly ends, it is never truly silent

    it just lays in wait until something sparks its fascination.
     
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    "Quoth The Raven"

    The silence grows
    The ravens wings light on the wind,
    As peace falls
    And the tales of death
    Lay by the wayside
    Many a men lay
    Beyond the treaded path.


    The raven’s beak opened
    Yet no sound emitted.
    Its beady black stare,
    Chilling my core
    Breaking my resolve
    As I lay here,
    Waiting for death.

    Is this peace?
    Or is it not?
    I do not know
    With the fires raging
    The lights slowly dying.

    Quoth the Raven
    Hear it cry
    Let the silence surround you
    In this blackest night.

    We all die at some point
    The unnatural silence before death,
    The stillness that seethes
    Time itself slows
    As blackened silence takes hold
     
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    "Silence"

    A prayer for silence,
    As darkness descends.
    The aural intensity overwhelms.

    No double thick glass
    Can protect me from
    The mechanical buzz and hum,
    Threatening my sanity,
    As I lie awake
    Staring at the ceiling,
    As I've done
    Night after night,
    Condemned to my lonely vigil.

    The LEDs taunt me.
    Time slips away,
    Never to return.
     
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    The Place I Go
    For Heather


    There is a place I go, it’s cold and silent.
    Except,
    For the river.

    The river, just past the trees there. Can’t you hear?
    The falls, just past the walls.
    The rocks, they make them call.

    There is a place I go, it’s cold and silent.
    Except,
    For the river.
    The river, and the wind.

    The wind, coming down the lane there. Can’t you hear?
    It sings, and with it, brings
    Leaves, flowers, so many things.

    There is a place I go, it’s cold and silent.
    Except,
    For the river.
    The river, and the wind, and the birds.

    The birds, perched up on the branch there. Can’t you hear?
    They fly, and fill the sky,
    Their perching branch is empty nigh!

    There is a place I go, it’s cold and silent.
    Except,
    For the river.
    The river, and the wind, and the birds, and the prayers.

    The woman, placing down those flowers there. Can’t you hear?
    She praying, “what she’s saying?”
    Shh, just let her be, she’s staying.

    There is a place I go, it’s cold and silent.
    Except,
    For the river.
    The river, and the wind, and the birds, and the prayers.

    The sound, is all around in fact. But not here, in your corner.
    And the sound I long to hear is gone. Your voice! No sound was warmer.
    But I will sit with you, and pray.
    Your son.
    And loving mourner.
     
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    Silence

























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    “I prefer noise”

    I hate the silence,
    It’s boring as hell
    Much better to blast beats
    And pour advertisement into our skulls like bleach.

    So turn up noise until my ears bleed
    And no particular noise because I don’t give
    Two shits about what I’m hearing
    As long as it’s not silence.

    But the honest truth,
    Silence… silence is terrifying
    That moment when the world stops, and it’s just you,
    That moment where you have to meet yourself,
    Talk to yourself and realize you have nothing to say.

    So fill me with small speech
    From loud voices
    So I can’t be lonely
    And we’ll all answer “good”
    Because no one knows how to feel.
     
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    "Cockroach And Man"

    A forest withers and dies when there's no room to grow

    Tangled roots and shrubs choke the soil below

    Disease spreads like fire and both will follow

    And atop ashes and dead branches will linger the crow


    The woods ruled the land; they were the most powerful breed

    Trunks and roots grew and consumed in their greed

    The need of each tree became a king on a throne

    And through the chaos and struggle sat silent the crow


    From famine and fire only remnants are left

    The wind washed the boneyard of the foul stench of death

    And whether the sun beats the Earth or it’s showered in snow

    The forest is forgotten, but still lingers the crow
     
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    "Over"

    What are you thinking?




    Nothing​





    This silence is killing me
    I have so much ask, so much to say
    How was work, how was your day?
    Are you happy, are you mad?
    Oh, listen to the day I had

    Why won’t you answer
    Why don’t you share
    At least say something
    Show me you care!

    It’s over,
    I know it​
    I’ve done something,
    I’ve blown it​

    No, I won’t take the blame
    It can’t be my fault
    I’ve been nothing but kind


    Babe…​


    We need to talk​
     
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    Winter's Road

    Trees bowed, icicles clinging. Pointed, glass-like spears ready to fall.
    No birds singing. Nothing stirs.
    Snow flakes drift down -coating all with all.

    The creek is still: its waters halted. The reeds at its bank are shriveled and brown.
    I see nothing. I hear nothing.
    Snow flakes drift down -coating all with all.

    The road lays bare, untouched and clean. White below, white to heaven.
    How I wish it could have remained as it had been.
    Snow flakes drift down -coating all with all.

    But then the blades are churning. The screech of ice and frozen earth stirring.
    Silence broken, silence dead. Then it is gone. The road has lost its head.

    The trees catch the sound of the monster rumbling past.
    Branches tremble in fear. The spears fall and shatter.
    A discordant symphony.

    Salt lies like a false testament to the winter's rule. Snow drifts down to coat all with all,
    only to melt and trickle away like blood.
    It is clear, like the ice. It is cold, like the winter.

    But it is not the snow.
    It is not from silence.​
     
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