Deaf Poems - Poems about Deaf

...At dawn , I met a sturdy toddy tapper, He was a strong,sure-footed man and flexible, Who well-suited to do the risky job rather, ......Read the rest...

...Her whispers of "love," a suffocating embrace, She claimed I was her air, her very space. Blinded, I clung to a love's sweet charade, Ignoring whispers, the warnings that frayed. Smiles, kisses......Read the rest...

...My friend - I’ll call her Brandi - asked where do you get all your candy? I said you may find this hard to believe, but I always keep a few Twix up my sleeve. I read about buccaneers in histor......Read the rest...

...The voice of my ancestors The genesis of mankind never exclude my forefathers Cos they were the beginning from the beginning So i am never alone in this cold world The connection between me ......Read the rest...

...On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm, We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm. Freedom, a chimera of......Read the rest...

... First Part: All I see are my toes! A constant burning and stinging sensation under this weighted plaster cast has got me bedridden. The cast is made out of plaster and is white in color that is st......Read the rest...

... All day the wind has tormented the trees, causing branches to whip and bend. There is an anger let loose, loud in its haste to rip and destroy what is vulnerable. Spider webs woven last......Read the rest...

...Her silhouette is draped in soft moonlight While an unseen sorrow cloaks her eyes With traces of a light lavender mist Hidden under dark blueberry skies She's oblivious to the lightning......Read the rest...

...There’s nothing to mourn about death, any more than the blooming of a rose, What’s truly terrible isn’t death, but the lives that are wasted. People lose their essence in the abyss of forgetfulness......Read the rest...

...Truth is always an exploration of knowledge we learn, we grow without empathy and compassion it all becomes useless Now the blind see the deaf hear the smell of deceit touches the innocent ......Read the rest...

...I prefer the myths to the dry histories, where truths come and then crumble away, For history is written with a quill of feathers, but the myth, eternal, beats with wings of iron. Mythology dresses......Read the rest...

...Blinded by the truth deaf to your subtle word choice I fall short of Grace......Read the rest...

...Promise me your hands will reach out Resilient attachment starts in childhood When the brain has colic outside the womb A mother’s unconditional love soothes worries When a birthday missed slices......Read the rest...

...Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger, Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves, But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorn......Read the rest...

...In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence, A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves, An old blanket of crushed convictions, your unwave......Read the rest...