lovedly
lovedly
Jan 08, 2016

silence please angels are passing (THEN AN ODD ONE READ IT maybe now you will)

Your silence

Silence is meaningless
why do you wish to be silent
when god has given you a voice
and
even the silent waves
wish to roar
cancel their silence
will you
can you
I dare you
so I the seas adore
much more
as they are not silent no more
they continue to love you
as before

your
SILENCE
but kills for sure

so stay silent
I pray
no more

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

alidzain

interesting poem.

They say silence is golden.
"Nay, I say!"
When the suffering innocents
still hurting today,
when the politic villains
are wrecking your world
when the rulers are tyrants
who enslave your men,
I bid you to stand!
Let your your voices be heard!
let the cruelty end
and set you free as a bird!

Alid

lovedly

but when did it not happen
what u so poetically snappen
thanken
newer words coinen

Sparrow

A goodly write there young Bard, will get back to mess up your silence soon LOL Yours as always, Ian..

Sparrow

I will be back on line soon enough, you just keep on writing for us here.
I may be busy for a few day so not to worry I can see you young Bard, it will be warmer soon,
Yours, Ian..

lovedly

like the sun which is for ever on
in day as we see it
at night in moons reflection
where ever may you be
we all are with thee
in happiness or sorrow it may be

today we are here
tomorrow we may not be
'tis a moving story
written by a hand unknown

we may be here
may not be
ere the morn
ask Stan
as how many
dawns

Sparrow

If I know the pathway and can show others I will.
There are many things we are feared of,
and walking alone is the most fearful.
I should never be alone, I have too many people around me in Spirit or in physical being.
But as all, I have things and places that my thoughts wander in, not sure if the feeling is of being lonely or what, but as I turn those things over in my thoughts a sense of not loneliness, but loss comes in sometimes with silken gloves that makes me full, or sand without footprints on the shore that makes me feel alone.
Such is life but at least I can write in either sphere.
One of the reasons your writing appeals it is from a thought sequence that is true, no matter what fashion it appears to be in, so don't stop.
One day, more of my story will be revealed, and you will nod and say, "I knew there was more" lol.
Take care young Bard,
Yours as always, Ian..

lovedly

but you also amaze
Ian
we all know ur the best UK poet
ever here
this Earth today
I mean
I am only by you to be seen
Where is Jess I miss his kicks
baaaaaaaaadleeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sparrow

As if by magic Jess has just been in and commented on Joe's thing about leaving, you see there is a point to all things it is just a wide understanding of our own ways we need..
Take care young Bard, Yours as always, Ian..