Changing silence is about the void that you feel at times. You close yourself, bottling up all your feelings. It says how we deny ourselves the best things by being selfish and self centred.


Changing Silence

It's like the deep, deep vales
That lies in my heart
A whole world of my own emotions
And silent wishes; my life's part.

It's all a haze there
You never know what there lies
You may take a dip into it
But you won't ever hear the tearless cries.

I want to open up
And pour out all that burdens
But it's the lonely feel that shuts all
And bottles up the old, winy pains.

A single tear dropped contains
Numerous thoughts they wash away
A single smile flashed on me
Makes for me a lovely day.

When I see a collared dog
I feel I have chained my aches
And have not let them fly
And see the difference it makes.

I just want to take in all
The fragrance in the breeze
The coolness of the shades
The colours of the trees.

But I have never felt like giving
Not even my tears
Not even my pains
And I have kept safe my fears.

I have always longed for a new world
But never wanted to turn new
I have not loved the cold wintry morns
But I have wanted the morning dew.

I have seen the sunrise
But never wanted the hot day
I have loved the sunset
But the nights haven't made my heart gay.

Can anyone choose between the things
That should be enjoyed together?
Can anyone love the birds
And detest their colourful feathers?

It seems difficult
But there needs to be a change
And if I want to be a better being
To all my vices I'll have to turn strange.




Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2009-07-13 at 08:56

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NicholasG
Some of us have a great lot of sensitivity that governs a lot of what we do. Our perceptions become multi layered and maybe addictive to a degree. Then there is too much, so we much purge al the feelings, leaving withdrawal symptons or, as you say, a void :-)

I really like this poem and specially this verse:
I have always longed for a new world
But never wanted to turn new
I have not loved the cold wintry morns
But I have wanted the morning dew.

Thank you, Nick
2009-07-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
We can be like a bottle of pop ,
All shock up by life ,
Turn the stopper slowly ,
Release the gas's with in ,
Till the emotions settle.

A good poem , with a good message deserves a poetercal response.
Ken D Williams
2009-07-13



You let out a change in the bottled feelings,
you let out breath filling your words with
questions, appreciation and reality of what
life can make us feel like.
2009-07-13