Silence
My friend visits me quite often,
I have grown accustomed to her.
Accustomed to her tranquil eyes
Her peaceful love and lullabies,
She has a very soothing voice
She never makes much noise.
At night, she is best
Nothing like the rest.
Unappreciated and misunderstood
She drives many minds mad
But I don’t find her so bad.
She finds ways to suit my mood.
No, together we are not sad
I welcome her grinning glad.
Just as other lonely souls should.
Her still tranquility suits my mood.
11-24-2009
11/24/2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Where’s Your Voice? | 0 | 03/02/2010 |
| vacation | 0 | 12/21/2009 |
| Silence | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| Value | 1 | 10/27/2009 |
| Trip | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| One Chance | 3 | 05/21/2009 |
| Horse | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Poem | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| New Day | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Fate | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
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