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_Silence of the verse_

A Poem by Frieda P



Buried alive under darkly jaded poetry
   ink trickled a hideous shade of envy,
 breathe in your words
    and I'm left trembling
             withering on an exhaled vine
there once was a stanza,
    pen'd in rose tinted hues
        used to dance 'tween the lines
               all that remains are metered thorns
sonnets darkly etched upon my breast,
    the silence of rhyme
          in regretful wasted time, 
        bled out without a single sound
          leaving behind an empty verse
                     & an embittered love song...


© 2014 Frieda P

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OUCH, what a heart breaking poem... it bleeds the silence and anger of "all that remains are metered thorns / sonnets darkly etched upon my breast," I love these lines too, " and I'm left trembling / withering on an exhaled vine"... the emptiness that flow through your poem is palpable and leaves the reader feeling betrayed by silence and in need of warmth of loudly "rose painted hues"... And as usual, the music adds a deeper dimension to your words... ok think I will go listen to Mozart's "Requiem" and cheer up some... you always make my heart burn Frieda... and I love you for it

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Beautiful artwork and song. The words we do not speak are very meaningful. The eye and movement of body can make us know we are okay or not. No weakness in the amazing poetry.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Truly a clever piece by relating love to poetry, feeling the need to complete the poetry using meters and stanzas and preset frames to fill in, and feeling the strain of needing to rhyme and needing to match the meter when a freestyle form of poetry would work in just the same way, unrestrained by the expectations of the norms. Well done indeed!

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Posted 3 Years Ago

oh those first two lines are especially rich. Yes. beautiful poem here.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Jaded and a loss for words , beautifully conveyed.. Sad and true.

Posted 3 Years Ago

into my favorites this goes .. the exquisite pain of poetry burned in love ... i think this is top notch writing .. love love love it! well done says i ..bravo ...

Posted 3 Years Ago

Well said and penned. I feel the power of your words here and the rhythm is spot on..Great write

Posted 3 Years Ago

you have such a natural flow of words of which I am extremely envious, as always your poetry is sublime.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Hauntingly graceful Frieda... I left mourning the flower, dried and losing its petals one by one.
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Peace & Blessings *´¨)

Posted 3 Years Ago

like "silence of the lambs"
we are consumed by the poem, we fall for its enticement, and then find out there are just shallow words we have naively drowned ourselves in.
and someone is grinning sardonically as he or she digests our heart.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on August 19, 2014
Last Updated on August 19, 2014


Frieda P
Frieda P


If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..


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