Poem 1: The Quiet Retreat

Sometimes it is best to be in solitude,
To step away from the constant hum,
Where voices swarm like endless bees,
And every glance holds judgment’s sting.

The heart, restless in crowded rooms,
Yearns for silence, for stillness too.
In the quiet, I begin to hear,
The whispers that I've longed to know.

The world can be so loud, you see,
With voices pulling at your seams.
But in the quiet of my space,
I find my heart, my thoughts, my grace.


Poem 2: The Space Between Us

To separate from the crowd,
Is to stand on the precipice of truth,
Where you meet yourself, unguarded,
Away from the masks, away from the lies.

Here, there are no demands, no rules,
Only the whisper of the wind in trees.
The crowd, so busy in their quest,
Cannot hear the call of their own soul.

In solitude, we are free—
To breathe, to think, to simply be.
We are not bound by other's eyes,
Nor by their dreams or endless sighs.


Poem 3: The Silent Voice

So no one will intrude,
In this sacred space I’ve built,
Where thoughts wander like stars at night,
And quiet flows like liquid silk.

Here, my mind becomes the sky,
Untroubled by the clouds that fly.
The sun and moon meet softly here,
As silence offers me its ear.

I mumble tales alone aloud,
To no one but the listening trees,
And the birds that pass like fleeting dreams,
With no need for company or pleas.


Poem 4: The Language of Solitude

In solitude, the world speaks clear,
Not in noise, but in the silence we fear.
A bird calls softly from the dusk,
Its song a quiet,...