#silence poems on Hello Poetry

Sam S May 22

Part II

(The Spell’s Source)

The witch spoke a name, dark and sweet,
and bees forgot the flowers’ beat.
Their buzzing ceased, a hollow sound,
a kingdom lost beneath the ground.

In the black forest’s heart, it grows…
a flower no bee remembers.
Its petals drip with twilight’s poison,
a bloom that calls but never knows.

The bees have flown from memory’s edge,
lost to whispers and fading light.
And in this place where darkness reigns,
the forgotten bloom waits in endless night.

#spell #curse #silence #decay #darkness #pollution #disease #rot

Cadmus May 15

Once You Lie

Of all the games
we learned to play
with jokes, with rules,
with risk and trust
we never chose
to lie.

But then you did.
And nothing
held.

No knot was tight,
no safe word sure,
no breath between us
true.

A whispered “yes”
became a guess,
and touch
a kind of theft.

Now every scene
rewinds itself,
the lines we drew
blurred…

For once a lie
slips past the lips,
nothing
truly grips.

Some wounds don’t bruise. They whisper. A single lie can unravel what a thousand touches built.

#betrayal #trust #kink #vulnerability #submission #silence #heartbreak #scene #consent #loss

Cadmus May 15

The Charmer

For a moment,
I was everything.

As we danced,
He spoke in sonnets,
promised castles and constellations.
I believed.

But when the music died,
so did he.
The stars blinked out,
the castle never was.

And I returned
to my table,
to my silence,
to a world that never danced.

With nothing in my hands
but the weight
of hollow words
spoken in fluent dreams.

Some men don’t love you. They just know how to speak fluently in dreams.

#romance #dance #longing #illusion #poetry #ephemeral #words #memory #silence #heartbreak

Orjeta May 11

The Quiet Flame

People do lose me like the candle.

Elegant, quiet, shaped to fit their mood—white, or sometimes colored to soothe or impress.

I am placed where they need the glow, where comfort or atmosphere is wanted.

I offer it without demand.

There is no darkness when I’m lit—not even when everything else fades.

But they forget that the shine has a cost.

That the flame, though constant, feeds on something finite.

They admire the light but ignore the burning.

They think presence means permanence.

Then one day, the light is gone.

Not with noise, not with warning—just no longer there.

And only then does the absence reveal what the glow never needed to prove.

Not everything that illuminates announces its worth.

Some things, by the time they’re missed,

have already become memory.

And memory, unlike flame, does not warm.

Some things give without announcement

#loss #memory #soul #poetry #metaphor #silence

Cadmus May 11

The First Fracture

The loss of one

splits the heart in two.

And through that crack,

the others slip too.

This poem reflects how the deepest heartbreak doesn’t always come in waves, sometimes it begins with one great fracture, and everything else quietly unravels from there. It’s about how grief can dull our senses, making future losses feel distant or invisible.

#grief #loss #heartbreak #memory #detachment #loneliness #silence #emotions #healing #reflection

Muhammad Sami Sadiq May 10

The Way To Nowhere

Lost
not in this world,
but from it.
I walk,
one foot after the other,
toward a place
I cannot name
or maybe
there is no place
at all.

Alone,
with echoes of memories
that feel like wind
soft,
and then gone.

They call to me
the good old days
but when I turn
to look,
I see only
shadows
curling in a vacuum,
and a silence
too thick to breathe.

The past is hollow.
The future,
faceless.
And the present
just a corridor
with locked doors
and no windows.

My heart still beats,
perhaps,
but it no longer sings.
It whispers
in tired thumps,
like a bird
that forgot
why it ever flew.

I am here
yet fading,
like light
dissolving
in the arms
of night
that never comes.

#night #nowhere #nostalgia #past #melancholy #silence

Muhammad Sami Sadiq May 9

My Price

Her words
were deep
like still water
that remembers storms.

My replies
were deeper,
echoes carved
from silence and soul.

She whispered,
“I wish I could buy you.”
And I,
without hesitation,
said,
“You can.”

She paused,
eyes holding the question,
“And what would your price be?”

I looked away,
toward the night sky
that never belonged to anyone,
and answered,
“My freedom!”

And she left...

#she #night #love #silence #soul #price

Maria May 9

I guess...

What do I want? The meaning, I guess.
But only such as can fill me whole,
All my gaps and all my holes.
Yes, I want such meaning, I guess.

What else, you ask me? Freedom, I guess.
Where I won’t be in the grips,
Where the pain won’t throb in my temples.
Yes, I want such freedom, I guess.

What do I dream of? Silence, I guess.
No sounds, no creaks, no rustles at all,
A calm pulse and the air in whole.
Yes, I dream of such silence, I guess.

Maybe it's a soul-searching... Or it's an attempt to escape...
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖

#meaning #gap #hole #freedom #temples #pain #silence #pulse #air