Strums Of Silence

Strums Of Silence

A Poem by A.H.
"

in conversation with oneself, to question and reason out with your soul

"
Lips may stay silent,
But the silence lingers on,
As they turn into words
And speak to me.

In those melting tears, 
Held in your eyes,
What will you melt?

With the aching heart,
Dipped in melancholy,
What will you rinse?

In the disguised smiles
And the playful winks,
What will you hide? 

In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?

In numbness of void
Tied to the shackles of blame,
Will you bury those untrue lies?

On the walks of life,
When the reality bites
And the steps stumble,
Would you abandon
Those dreams in fear?

O' you mute soul
Even I'm a part of you.
Hear my mum words
And see those unturned gleams.

05/02/2008 , A.H.

© 2025 A.H.


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you are really doing this job... There is a sparkle of thought in each line, there are stories and ideas connected within each line. It's become one of my favorites again. I'm starting to get addicted to your poems, and it's not an addiction I want to get save.
"In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?"

I'm amazed that you wrote these years ago.It seems very strange to me because it makes me realize that people thought, questioned and that life existed before me. Of course your words were probably always in a gold mine

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.H.

1 Week Ago

B, so glad to hear, you connected to this poem. as always, your thoughts are most welcome. yes, I wr.. read more
Beren

1 Week Ago

Aww such a nice story behind this.



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Nicely captured the feeling. We all go through some phase where we want to let go of hope. If we somehow manage to keep holding on to it, it helps us survive through those difficult phases.

"In the flames of past
And the pains that don't last,
Will you burn your Identity?" --Beautiful!




Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.H.

9 Years Ago

very well said :) Thanks so much, EyesFullOfHope .. for the kind review!
I'm glad you could c.. read more
This a very relatable poem for me at the least. Feels like introspection. One of those days huh? I can understand I do it more often than not. The tone maybe moody, but the words still flow very easily. The flow is maintained throughout the write. My favourite verses were these two, they were simply too good and I marvel the you have presented it:
Lips may stay silent,
But the silence lingers on,
As they turn into words
And speak to me.

In numbness of void
Tied to the shackles of blame,
Will you bury those untrue lies?



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.H.

9 Years Ago

I'm glad to know, you could relate to it.
Infact, I must admit .. I didn't write it for myse.. read more
Érenn

9 Years Ago

Your welcome ^^
There's a very moody feeling to this. People deal with inner conflicts and sometimes questions are thought to themselves; questions that have yet to recieve an answer. The title fits the work very well also. Very nice!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.H.

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much, katelyn. Yeah, this write has a certain mood to it. It's kinda, natural to intros.. read more
Katelyn Gilcrease

9 Years Ago

It's something I do often also, so I can relate to it fairly well. But you're very welcome. :)

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