Beautiful Lines 35.

I wrote this poem a few years ago while inspired by the beauty of the snow and the stillness of the night. It relates the passage of time to the beauty of a snowy evening.

A poem about longing to hear the voice of the one you love, even if it is just a whisper.

A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..

A pause, to think.. an act of silence…

One example is the church, the mass must be peaceful and harmonious but because of the status of our cities now, people cannot give respect to the church. There are already loud noises like people shouting outside, the loud engines of motorcycles and cars and many other things that destroy the peaceful and harmonious mass. Unlike the times now, masses in the old times and in provinces are totally different in cities. In provinces, we can feel the peaceful and harmonious essence of a mass. We can hear the harmonic voices of the cheerful choir members; we can feel the cool and relaxing breeze of the wind. We can understand clearly the sermon of the priest unlike in cities where we can’t hear clearly because of the disturbances outside.

Just a calm quiet night, and I really started to think about what silence was and what hold it had on people. Just random thoughts.

A poem about someone in my life who doesn’t deserve the ability to speak.

A sonnet ode to the music rest to metaphorically hint at the power of silence, introspective meditation and reflection in life as well as all art forms.

Jealousy in relationship is like salt in food, a little can enhance the savor but too much can be suffocating and life threatening.