silence

4 Comments

Tags:
  • Lost Love

    silence

    slowly I sink into this quiet abyss....

    walls of silence surround....

    where is the laughter I so miss...

    where is the love we found....

    what happened to the dreams we had..

    have they faded like the sunset....

    all that was happy now seems sad...

    and left with empty regret....

    the words won't come we used to speak...

    the ones that made us smile...

    that took us to the highest peak...

    to rest for a while...

    and now the silence deafens me...

    and soon the truth will be known...

    for you no longer see me...

    and then you will be gone.....

    Poem Comments

    (4)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    cousinsoren commented on silence

    03-14-2010

    With a stretch of the imagiantion we can hear silence. Silence possesses strange sounds. Such sounds are either of nostalgia, solitude, meditation or introspection sadness and other moods. This poem seems to suggest a yearning for what was bedore, a sort of nostagia. It is a perfect and pleasant cccomposition. My rating is a full 10,
    Reply to Comment

    stellar commented on silence

    10-15-2009

    As i notice...some of your poems theme is about fading...fading like the season..it's kind of cyclic but nevertheless i love it
    Reply to Comment

    joyce commented on silence

    10-05-2009

    I seek solace where there is none.... this poem is sooooooooo nice...though so sad,....
    Reply to Comment

    1990lh commented on silence

    09-26-2009

    ah likethis a lot the mood is kinda sad but that pk i still like the poem nice write
    Reply to Comment

    Ron

    09/28/2009

    Thank you very much for your comment and I am very pleased that you enjoyed it...

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    Ron’s Poems (18)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    Sweet Dreams 1 11/25/2009
    Music 3 09/26/2009
    Seasons 2 09/26/2009
    silence 4 09/26/2009
    Her Embrace 0 09/26/2009
    Her Memory 1 09/26/2009
    The Demon 0 09/26/2009
    Alone 0 09/26/2009
    Dreams Oft Come 0 09/26/2009
    Autumn Sun 1 09/26/2009
    e- 2 02/16/2009
    I'm Only Mortal 7 01/26/2009
    Autumn Girl 4 01/26/2009
    Indi Eyes 3 01/26/2009
    Autumn Mist 3 01/20/2009
    the fool... 5 11/25/2008
    She Taught me.... © 3 11/24/2008
    Wo Ai Ni © 3 11/24/2008
    Top of Page