Best Cacophony Poems
Pinning chests like puffins to project
fuzzy assertion,
huddled, brave foragers
chase the crumbs along the
stained ground,
flapping feathers of civility during
auspicious climbs and
daft plummets, swooping in
massive waves of perplexed flesh
until frenzied,
shifting and undulating in rage like a
storm of hungry nerves
all darting with beaks coiled
in panicked alarm: no longer just a
severe warning.
Caught in a full on dog fight
already grabbed by the throat
cacophony of growling
orbiting through my mind
playing a dangerous game
here we go again
overthinking, shouting
nothing nice to say
yet I sit here, silence screaming.
In a space that should hum with focus,
Where thoughts flow like ink on paper,
I walk the halls, and what do I hear?
The clatter of egos—loud, brash,
A symphony of insecurity,
Each voice a drum pounding louder,
Drowning out the quiet rhythm of real productivity.
Oh, the harshness of noise!
Your chatter like chainsaws,
Hacking away the sweet silence,
The sanctuary where ideas bloom.
Conversations compete like wild animals,
Roaring for attention,
But who’s listening?
Who's doing it?
I can’t hear my thoughts,
Lost beneath the weight of your bravado,
Your anecdotes, your grand proclamations,
About deadlines, met and spreadsheets conquered,
But all I see is the façade,
The show of work,
Not the act of working.
It’s an orchestra of distraction,
A cacophony of competition,
Where silence is a crime,
And whispers are for the weak.
But listen!
True strength speaks softly,
In the space between breaths,
In the echo of contemplation.
But here you are,
Standing tall, voice raised,
As if volume equates to value
As if the loudest in the room
It is the most productive.
It’s a mask you wear,
But I see behind it—
Just shadows, just noise,
Just the harshness of insecurities masked as power.
We chase the clock,
Tapping away, thinking,
We’re winning some races,
But it's not a marathon,
It’s a serenade,
A melody of purpose,
And you’re just playing the wrong tune.
So, let’s pause.
Lower the volume,
Tune down the tumult,
And Let the silence reign
In this kingdom of commerce.
Let whispers be the wings of ideas,
Let the quiet be our battle cry,
For in the stillness, we create,
In the calm, we conquer—
Let’s reclaim the space
From the harshness of noise.
Let’s work with purpose,
Let’s make a change—
Because the loudest voice
It doesn't always win,
Sometimes it’s the softest,
The most profound,
That ignites the fire
Of true creation.
I ponder why my soul is thus,
Why must I scream to be heard,
Why do I feel remorseful after speaking,
Why does home not feel like home despite their words?
My parents declare their love for me,
Yet I still believe I'm the issue,
Why do my siblings think only I'm causing them discomfort,
Why do I still feel embarrassed after expressing myself?
It's not because my expression is peculiar,
It's not because my words are rough,
It's because I feel like no one will comprehend me,
So I shout to make myself heard.
I wish I could sew my lips shut,
So that no words would escape,
I wish I could handle it better,
Without being overwhelmed by the situation.
I wish I could flee far away,
And live in peace without any disturbance.
Everybody's talkin'
to everybody else.
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Hard to make out what's bein' said.
Breaking, bashing, creaking, crashing
Pandemonic pounding pain
Reverberating bone to brain
Slamming, smashing, thrumming, thrashing
Mechanical chaotic grate
Echoing; can't concentrate
Scraping, scarring, jangling jarring
Bastard, broken beat becomes
Endless, dreadful demon drums
Maiming, marring, ringing, roaring
Blaring banging babel beats
Repeats, repeats, repeats, repeats
wheatfield shimmering
those discordant raucous crows
vanquished harmony
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Come Listen to what I say.
Listen to my Cacophony of truths that burns even the roots of foundation.
From our Nations Heart we wish for a different part.
Let's give this a kick start.
You know your part yea you play the shark.
preying on the weak.
With a global Policy that lets you police the world instead of your own country.
While the rich get richer and the poor poorer.
The ladder of social status and "Proper" morels will no longer hem us in.
No more reform only reduction and subjugation of rules that all men can be Prevalent to.
Take a step back and take a hit while your at it.
Don't forget to inhale.
Don't check the mail wait a while to confer with those important to you in this world.
You Chaste men Speak the word but I know few that live humble.
You persecute the unpretentious and crush the Taxpayers that you are sworn to uphold.
Those you slight and scorn will grab you by the horns and slay you.
Thoughts can be blurry and empty.
paper on an easel, a whirlpool on a sheet
letting emotions explode into poetry,
explores the realm of cryptical and mystery
Crafting verbal art saps one's inventiveness.
I wrapped my body with a tattered velarium.
My shades can't even pass the litmus trial.
I stand without ignominy.
I am the one who folded my halcyon tripod.
My soul is the painting on this easel.
without a brush or ink, an oil drawing of intrinsic
all sins are conveyed aloud in this triptych.
It is a work of inner gloom, a magnum opus.
Drawing by the moon on a quiet beach
A painter stencil is bolstered on a pedestal.
Sea whispers reverberate in the sky.
The cosmic shyness sound
In this bewildering blend of noises and spirits.
A winter tree's naked singing may be heard.
With shades of gray, it is jubilation.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 16, 2023
Premier Choice No 1188 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
nocturnal, astute
sky somber dark, moon eerie
cacophony shocks
October 15, 2021
For "Owl Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liquori
Syllables (5-7-5) checked by Howmanysyllables.com
I smell fresh light wafting
near this dissolving darkness
I hear its faint ringing
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums
and the distant driver drones
I tensely anticipate
the first tweet to ripple the silence
a tentative answer
an assertive reply
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps
and
the distant driver cross fading
into the morning commute.
So
right now
in the warmth
of this darkness
before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints
before
the bubble of dawn
creeps in
and blasts it away
before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light
I'm holding onto this
precious moment
Cheer compels choice
Play parcels poise
Vouch vacuum voice
Sit simply still
Welcome wise will
Notice nice nil
Dream dance drills dose
Clever charms close
Play picture pose
Freeze-frame fluid feel
Dance dizzy deals
Hidden hope heals
Live love lively
Bear boom brightly
Trace touch tightly
Frame focus fine
Niche nurtures nine
See sacred signs
Mystic minds meet
Glory grace greets
Sweet-sour streets
Leon Enriquez
25 June 2014
Singapore
CACOPHONY
noisy, disconnected
annoying, blaring, irritating
noise, discord; harmony, musicality
tuning, pleasing, relaxing
enjoyable, coherent
SYMPHONY
It's always a cacophonous crowd
That speaks out loud
When India loses a match
Or a fielder misses a catch
There are over three billion analysts
Who vehemently argue with raised fists
They talk about batting order blunder
Or announce sudden change of player asunder
Many find faults with the coach
And with impunity his private area encroach
"Players are not in form" someone shouts
And loudly asks captain's whereabouts
The time we waste on analysing cricket
If we invest the same in creative endeavour
India would soon become a superpower!
Boiling and effervescent
thoughts roil around my head,
the tumult won’t be stifled
till of them I am bled.
Ideas, thoughts, emotions,
fears, plots and enormous dread,
could spill out covering everything
with all I wish I’d said.
For the voices will not leave me
I go where I am led,
the day throughout my waking
at night, retired to my bed.
Seldom the muse has failed me
when words to write have fled,
ideas grow and ink will flow
the two forever wed.
Gift or curse I know not
ignored or eagerly read,
words here spawned won’t leave me
till the day that I am dead.