When silence is heard poem

In quiet rooms where whispers fade,
I hold the words I’m slow to trade.
No eager ear nor friendly gaze,
Just watchful walls that keep my days.

A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,
Slip through the spaces of my hand.
Who counts them all? Who hears them fall?
He knows. He listens. Knows them all.

I need no crowd to weigh my heart,
No vows that fail or drift apart.
When voices fail and doors are shut,
He is enough. My soul is shut.

The secrets kept in silent air,
He gathers gently in His care.
The tears I hide behind my eyes,
He measures deep. He hears my sighs.

When no one stays and none remain,
He mends the seams of unseen pain.
In quiet trust I find my part:
He is enough to fill my heart

Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

Spring

By Elfriede Jelinek

Translated By Michael Hofmann

april breath

of boyish red

the tongue crushes

strawberry dreams

hack away wound

and wound the fountain

and on the mouth

perspiration white

from someone's neck

a little tooth

has bit the finger

of the bride the

tabby yellow and sere

howls

the red boy

from the gable flies

an animal hearkens

in his white throat

his juice runs down

pigeon thighs

a pale sweet spike

still sticks

in woman white

lard

an april breath

of boyish red

The Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

The Spring

By Thomas Carew

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

Into the stall, doth now securely lie

In open fields; and love no more is made

By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

Under a sycamore, and all things keep

Time with the season; only she doth carry

June in her eyes, in her heart January.

At the Equinox

by Admin | Mar 25, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

At the Equinox

By Arthur Sze

The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.

I have no theory of radiance,

but after rain evaporates

off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam.

Using all the tides of starlight,

we find

vicissitude is our charm.

On the mud flats off Homer,

I catch the tremor when waves start to slide back in;

and, from Roanoke, you carry

the leafing jade smoke of willows.

Looping out into the world, we thread

and return. The lapping waves

cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

Word of the Day Assertive

by Admin | Mar 24, 2026 | Emerald Book Club, Vocabulary, Word of the Day

Word of the Day: Assertive

Words shape how we communicate, express ideas, and engage with the world around us. Today’s Word of the Day, assertive, is a powerful term that reflects confidence, clarity, and respectful self-expression—qualities that are essential in both literature and community dialogue.

At Emerald Book Club, being assertive is not about dominance—it is about finding your voice and using it effectively.