Best Audibly Poems

A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness 
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work that is never done
all of life’s many conflicts


I reach the...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                              ...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and evil visions,
As an old treasure chest is opened and a...

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(Boo Hoo Politics was Written following the Brexit and Trump
votes as an observation and not a political declaration.
A few years out of date now but perhaps still fresh
Enough to share)


Boo Hoo Politics


What ever happened to fait acomplie?
Election refuted, result cannot be
Decision disputed, outcome denied
Because tis...

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Twilight surrenders the sky when night takes hold,
offering the throne to the moon and stars of gold.
Luna appears in a sparkling silver gown that glows.
She smiles on the world, graceful in a peaceful pose.

How beautiful is the night to a stargazer like me,
where threads of...

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Aromatic lingering scents
Shadowed dancing from candlelights
Touches of scattered roses
Stings tickling the senses
On the dim cool lights
He held her slowly
On her narrow waist
He circled his arms
He led her on the floor
As music rises
Filling the room
He swayed her harmoniously
Eye-to-eye, they behold a gaze
Hands locked for support
Hips and...

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Audible 
sounds
swimming 
throughout
smoothness
...moving
dripping 
refractions
bouncing 
off lies
contrived
...propogation 
volitionally 
absorbing
waves
tinkering
acousticly
drumming
pathways 
hearing
resounding
why's...
compliantly
audible 
sounds
reflecting
losses...
hearing 
outside
lines...
unbroken
 mining...
slipping 
under
surfaces
...muffing
reality 
beating
...flooding
...drowning
...undermining 
wavelike
reverbeating
liveliness 
...surfacing
beneath 
audibly 
sounding
rhyming
...timing
broken
acoustically 
lying...

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only pen and paper, in them i do confide,
all my innermost, to others i must hide.
pen understands. and laughs not at my pain.
paper lets me cry , without making me ashamed.
all that i could say and feelings expressed,
i cannot audibly, therefore must be suppressed, or
risk...

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FIGURES OF MY LOVE

No one recognises when love begins
But we know when it ends
A flower cannot blossom without a sunshine
And men cannot live without love 
So in the nouns of my heart I love you
Through the verb of my love I cherish you

But the adverb...

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On my third year high
I decided withdrew inside a room,
I locked myself,
an insistent knocked,
it was a friend,
what happen to yah man,
what, I said impatiently,
he went inside and sat,
we have party tonight,
I just inquired where are you,
and they said you were here,
I don't drink,
that's ok! look,...

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The scream By Edvard Munch

A blood red sunset radiates warmth; yet I feel chilled to my core
The alien like androgynous figure transfixes me
Dressed entirely in black, head clutched in tormented agony
Mouth open emitting a silent scream
This cannot be heard audibly yet resonates in waves across...

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man triumphs only when there are no boundaries
and with this game the boundaries are set in stone
the team around you, the boys you have grown to know
the rich and the beautiful have come to see the show
steel cuts into the frozen water at our feet
the...

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Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.
When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.
The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone?
I'm hiding by the railroad tracks stacking the peaches I've found.

Then a freight train about a mile long...

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It's the best I can do to explain myself
is standing in between it all, so I can view both sides.
Who are you to say that a summer days more beautiful
than the dead of night?
You profess to have to wisdom by dousing words in philosophical jargon,
but...

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For me her dark skin
is a hymn to the night
no such evening
could ever produce
such a sweeter tone
a lovely seduction of light...

A divine pleasure
like a wintry fireside
I burn candles with her
at four O'clock
with shutters closed
curtains flowing to the floor..

When we love
the wind and rain
rage audibly about
her...

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