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 top
sit down and cross my legs
As I look out at the landscape
my village is a small mass of thatched roofs
the people barely seeable
I see smoke rising from a central fire
wondering if I will be missed
From this distance the lake appears so small
I imagine it fitting into a wooden spoon
The horizon surrounds me
stretching my eyes
distracting me from the pebbles beneath me
blades of grass are now myopically large
I watch as the ants toil
Are our lives not the same?
Seasons change
Summer to fall
Winter to spring
I witness it all
My beard lengthens as my mind enlarges
Secrets have been revealed
Disconnected yet I am a part of all
I grow downward into the ground
Others come to the mountain top
seeking wisdom
They sit with me for a while
never staying long
Each takes from me so that they may give
I am a man transformed
Arms outstretched reaching to all the horizons
covered with foliage
The seasons continue to change
I send my leaves down to the village
beconing them to come to the mountain
no longer do I want to be alone
"Come sit beneath my branches
caress my bark smell my scent
know my soul."
You come to the mountain top
But I am no longer able to audibly speak
All that I know resides in the rings of my seasons
Still you partake of my wisdom
Putting your ear to my trunk
You can hear my lonely heart beat
aware of my breath whistling through leather like leaves
I attach my seeds to your woolen coat
You are a solitary man
making your way down from the mountain
One step at a time
Closer and closer to our village
To the ones you love
As you walk through the village you shake your coat
Seeds fall on the fertile ground
Finally I have come home...
Categories:
audibly, loneliness, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
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 light resemble fine lace in filagree.
Celestial ornaments sparkle across night's expanse.
Captured in their spell, couples dream of romance.
There's the scent of flora wafting in a gentle breeze
and the sweet aroma of magnolia decorates the trees.
Calmness prevails and earth seems to be less stressed
at night when the moon shines over the mountain crest.
I linger in the tranquility of tonight's heavenly embrace,
enjoying the black velvet darkness of boundless space.
I feel the need to thank God for such a wondrous gift,
for it soothes my soul and gives hope a spiritual lift.
When the night is silent, my memories have no bounds.
If filled with bird trills, I hear nature's sweet sounds.
The song of a nightingale is part of her vocal symphony.
How beautiful is the night to me, audibly and visually.
Incredulous sights and sounds fill me with pleasure
when night falls and I feel His glory beyond measure.
Often, I'm in awe while gazing at nocturnal splendors,
grateful that I treasure what God so lovingly renders.
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Categories:
audibly, beauty, night,
Form:
Rhyme
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 lips graceful
With each hug and kiss
Uniting with the rhythm
Whispers one can audibly hear
Movements conjoined
Matching all push and pull
Even glides and circles
Breathing becoming ragged
Exploration up for a crescendo
Arms clutched as feelings rises up
Temperature fires up, boiling fast
Heartbeats thundering rush
Clamoring for a liberated climax
Then it explodes rigorously
Unstoppable beyond reproach
Time cease and freeze
Sighing.. Reviving deep
Plunging with the moment's bliss...
by:
olive_eloisa
4:34pm
revised: May 06, 2014
Sponsor Kim Morrison
Contest Name Just Write
2nd place
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Categories:
audibly, care, emotions, image, life,
Form:
Imagism
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
Categories:
audibly, betrayal, conflict, emotions, image,
Form:
Free verse
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 the sneer the frown and even ridicule,
the response that would belittle, i found to be so cruel.
pen takes the time to know all my fears and paper never fails
to take in all my tears
Categories:
audibly, friendship, imagination, sad, me,
Form:
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 of my love will multiply audibly
In the adjective of my wisdown I beautify you amicably
Prepositioned the thought of my heart for good
In the conjuction between love and hatred
Through the pronoun of two beings
We will fly higher so that they exclaimed
What love is to those in the dark side
On that day of our love, beautiful virgins will faints
On seeing the colourful love English we've made.
Categories:
audibly, africa, age, art,
Form:
Blank verse
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 the canvas
A ravaging river of anguish grey, black and blue
Angry swirls depicting mental torture.
I stand and stare at the picture and pray I never feel this way
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Categories:
audibly, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
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 black mistress has become our only focal
our lumber bound together with adhesive ammunition
I am never alone on the ice or near the ice
breaking away or circling backward
patience is the name of the game
the more it changes, the more it remains the same
my home's past-time -- my families passion
nothing hits my ears quite as audibly;
as the sound of steel on ice
you were my first true love
hockey, you are my only true love.
Categories:
audibly, sports,
Form:
Blank verse
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 rolls by hauling a bucket of rain.
I hop aboard while beautiful clouds gather to the north.
I put my peaches in the bucket and lug it to a hidden part of the train.
The rain begins, the night looms in, it's summer and it's thoughts and warm.
To the clacking rumble and the patter I close my eyes and dream.
An earthquake swallows up the people who wear horrible masks of fright as
their daily tasks are trampled.
In a favorite movie theater an illumined lady puts her hand in mine, warm
mouths, breath, skin, hair wing-soft, whole bodies, wind, bare.
I open my eyes at sunrise there's a steady glow of light around.
If you can believe in God, you can believe the mountains go from purple to
green.
While the last partier meanders home to bed the first farmer is up to milk his
bread.
Fruit of the world ripens audibly and cities make a silent, distant sound.
Lonely guy stretches, rubs his eyes, pees out a passing train, has a
breakfast of peaches and rainwater.
Categories:
audibly, beautiful, body, fruit, god,
Form:
Verse
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 touch and opium kisses
bring the calm of a dove
her mauve lips of grapes...
Losing myself in her ebony eyes
who would strip a rainbow
of it's color
or remove the silver lining
from a cloud?
Should i deny myself
of her lovely flower
just because it is a different color?
she brings a haunting melody in the wind
my labyrinth of desire
laying in fields of poppy...
Categories:
audibly, desire, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond smiling lips
carrying the sorrows of the past,
behind the eyes' sparkle
concealing the darkness of horrors still to last
stares a stranger, young and kind.
Yet she shows not her face
for the stroke of death's caress
extinguishes the aroma of her heart.
Not for any sin, but tenderness
so pure. For survival's sake, she died.
Now her corpse haunts the corners of thought.
Her laughter echoes throughout the years
like the singing bird clipped of wings.
Steel nerves creak with the rust formed by her tears
and audibly a cry from her coffin screams.
Perhaps her ghost will someday rest
when justice to her grave is done,
her tombstone placed to mark her existence
and known in my reflection...
Yes, I killed her. I murdered her in cold blood still flowing.
Now she is vengeful, her dead heart still pounding.
Categories:
audibly, allegory, betrayal, cry, grief,
Form:
Quatrain
CHANGE by Ian Munywe
upon his visage boasts sweat,industry an upheld virtue.
firm stature is exhibited,hard labour an accepted custom.
a time for toil yearns,wheat and other victuals for the future.
every stride to strive in burning heat,a quest out of perpetual penury.
feelings of disillusionment eminent,in the brink of a huge fall.
life such a baffling puzzle,everyday hustle inevitably knows no end.
a new dawn presents opportunity,quite in a rush for elevation.
an orison heard audibly,benedictions befalling a mortal.
reverted in such haste such distaste,it were best in prior times.
a new sense of belonging looming,adaptation of wanting predisposition.
amidst all the experience,hardly a thought in modesty lines.
amnesia having set in,pristine of new life in no time.
integrity eroded ferociously,candidacy annihilated in totality.
how mankind does change, indeed swiftly we tend to forget.
RISE by Ian Munywe
two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts.
optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term.
resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
too many fish upon this vicinity,evidently not enough room to fry.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
hard gravel swept over by dust,feet shuffle upon tough earth.
mallets bash into rigid steel, potrait of his new born remains sole solace.
all efforts to reap this here season,barren yield begets unknown anguish.
a sojourner already on course,in vehement search for a new start.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
wary he tranforms worn he conforms,glimpse of the past vision of the future.
feet now trod upon all rugged earth,all adorned in strapped sandals.
steel once too rigid little too hard,antiques and ornaments an eventuality.
henceforth sight of new territory such insight,cite so picturesque a gaze in awe.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
Categories:
audibly, analogy, anniversary, betrayal, family,
Form:
Elegy
I walk into the crowd as if I belong
No one acknowledges me audibly
A few looks and nods my way
Are the only affirmation of this existence
Free laughs and joking are around me
Swirling like a wind devil
The friendship bounces off quickly
Tears fall on the inside, no one sees
I laugh when the boys joke
But I am not really in the group
Waiting for the day to be free
Wings spread soaring high
Independent from this group
Leading my own life....
Categories:
audibly, angst
Form:
Free verse
You don’t have to say
one spherical metallic word
I know with GSW empathy credulity
just how you feel ... I bequeath kindred sympathy
Taking one lead body blow
for the I homeboy visiting team,
was enough mental pain timeout for me
And the physical hurt toll it put on my body
made me frequently start falling to my knees
I can understand if you’re gun shy,
really I can
When you felt the quiet burn
of the silencer,
and the sweat of your fear
started to pellet fly
There’s a few blood splatter
reasons why
you’re audibly mute upset,
and so gun shy
Some whack eraserhead
unholstered their hostility on you
Bam, bam went the bullet hate —
hot metal piercing flesh ...
smearing cold iron-cooper fear
over your nude, trespassed privacy
I can understand if you’re gun shy,
really I can
I can truly relate
if you thought death
was your imminent fate
Really I do
You don’t have to say
a single semi-automatic word ...
You’re gun shy,
and I know the trigger reason why
Your temple’s been invaded
by kinetic metallic thieves,
who left your wounded,
praying soul to cemetery bleed
But putting a cap on the lip lid
is gonna make you implode within
Though asking for a modicum of gun control
is considered a Second Amendment sin
Keep the treason
on the tip of your tongue
from speaking
It’s best to remain gun shy,
never saying a word
It’s smart to duck when the bullets fly,
and the screaming is heard
Silence is double-O seven golden,
it’s good that your thoughts
ain’t got a license to kill
In the quietude of the grave,
victim death shout echoes do reverberate still
So, shhh ... stay low-key gun shy
Any sound motion can be detected
by a revolver barrel indiscriminate eye
Heat seeking for some unsuspecting
bipedal target to Big Wheel die
Any guttural movement
is gonna get a crosshair,
scattershot, fade-to-black goodbye
The kevlar-coated lip service politicians
sternly suggest you keep
any over-the-top, brash comments
under-the-counter on a locked vault cry
They say, now ain’t the time to be vocal and brave ...
bite the bullet,
and suffer your soul to die timid gun shy
Categories:
audibly, death, society, truth, violence,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
In the caccoon of two lovers embrace and ecstasy a minute wounderous bliss of
evolution
begins......sometimes unbeknowing by the sheer feasting of pleasure in unison.
Nevertheless what was once a tiny seed implanted in the fertile garden of nature now
takes
on
new form;as it grasps out ,clinging at the air shrieking,wiggling,stretching as it
makes its
presence known to its new world very audibly and triumphantly.
As time spirals quickly foward trials,victories,failures and successes beats upon his
spirit
like an African drummer in a low melodic monotonous tune signifying the right of
passage
from boy-hood to man-hood. " Bum-ba-ba Bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum it
goes
ever so louder as it progresses through life's journey.
Steps always moving foward,bound by its audious beat he goes.........but wait......an
unforeseen circumstance or bump in the road causes him to stumble and lose his
steps;
He frantically tries to recover, maintains his course and the rythum of life's beat one
again.
Then one day as he is basking in the sunlight of the day,enjoying the fruits of his
works ,he is
summoned by his maker to cease from laboring and making merry to take his eternal
rest.
Thus he brings the mourners about the streets,wailing,wearing dark gloomy garments.
Faces of anguish and disbelief fills pews as they pour out their souls in despair as
like one
who is without hope as he lies motionless berfore them.
He appears comfortable and at peace facing upward like one who has settled in for
the night
upon his bed. He is asked many questions but gives no reply...many gestures are
made
towards him, he gives no response.close shouting is made near his head but he pays
it no
mind........for he does not have to answer now, because his time for questioning has
ended.
Categories:
audibly, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Narrative