#quiet poems on Hello Poetry

Zywa Jul 7

It's raining, I look,

and my friends thankfully leave --

me alone today.

Poem "De lucht is door regen gedempt" / "La luce è smorzata dalla pioggia" ("The light is dimmed by rain"), published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The ******* 3", 1994, Frida Vogels) and in the autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Epiloog' (Epilogue) - June 10th, 1957

Collection "Trench Walking"

#rain #quiet #alone

Mays Benatti Jul 6

Untitled

One breath, we were family
the next, two silhouettes unrecognisable.

Are we strangers now?
I’m unsure.
But I do know this:
we stood, souls stripped,
bare in the quiet between us.

I wanted to trust you
to lay my heart in your palms
like kindling,
hoping you’d keep it warm.

Still, I ache.
Not just for your touch,
but for that fierce, wordless belonging.

#heart #kindling #quiet #unsure #family #trust #ache #strangers

Kalliope Jul 6

Sighing Lullabies

Skin on skin,
Fingers interlocked,
Hair cascades down,
My stomach tied in knots.

Breathing grows heavy,
Anticipation runs high,
When I caress you,
The most rewarding sigh.

Your eyelashes flutter,
Brushing against my cheek,
Eyes closed in surrender,
No words we need to speak.

I trace constellations
Across your beating chest,
Each quiet inhalation
Sings my worries to rest.

You pull me closer still,
Hands settled at my waist,
Time slows to a hush
In this sacred, silent place.

Locked within this embrace,
I fear making the wrong move-
A connection so unexpected,
This beautiful moment with you.

The warmth in this silence,
melting down my freeze
Maybe I should slow down
it's okay to enjoy quiet peace

#moments #closeness #love #lust #quiet #peace

mysterie Jul 6

quiet before

you touched my hand.
and it felt like
it wasn't the first time --
it was like
your fingers already knew
my own,
in some kind of
quiet before.

..hi, how are you?
date wrote: 6/7

#touch #knowing #knew #before #quiet

lyla Jul 4

quiet pain

i sat beside you
speaking of cruelty
and the way your hands move
softly
loudly
burning like fire.

a quick one i wrote in the back of my french book

#short #quiet #lost

Riannon without the H Jul 3

You Talk, i listen.

You Talk, i listen.
That’s the way this works.

You ramble and You monologue,
while i keep my lips pursed.

i wonder if You’ll notice,
i haven’t said a word..

But you simply entertain Yourself,
and i remain unheard.

Being an introvert is tricky. There's been a couple times I've just stopped talking to see how long people would talk to themselves... spoiler alert---it's a long time.

#teenpoetry #introvert #quiet #socialanxiety #listener

mysterie Jul 6

where the soul weeps

my heart,
it doesn't cry --
it stays
deadly silent.
like it's learnt
how to not cry
but instead,
ache quietly.

but my soul --
my soul weeps.
not tears atleast,
but in the way
that when i hear
your name
i flinch
at the sound.

theres no breaking.
no audible noise.
just a heart,
that folded in
on itself,
and a soul --
one that doesn't know
how to stop
feeling.

soul; entry six
date wrote: 30/6

#broken #feelings #quiet #cry

Kalliope Jun 25

What the Sunset Brings

The concrete cools, no longer burning my feet as the sun slips away for his evening retreat
Sometimes there's fireflies and other bugs do sing, but I'm waiting on the moon and the tranquility she brings.

The street lamps will highlight small places in the dark, but the moon and her stars did it better from the start,
She makes a liminal place feel serene, mapping constellations and discussing what they mean.

In this silence I feel so free, the air is not heavy when she's looking at me, I just admire the way that she glows, intergalactic wisdom pouring over my head to my toes.

I could stay out here for most of the night, from the suns purple goodbyes to his pink morning highs, when they switch shifts I'll return home, until it's time for my iridescent friend to show.

I'd like to think she waits for me too

#whimsical #soft #reflection #moon #peace #quiet