Best Deaf Poems
I write so many poems that you don’t see
They end up in purple poem cemetery
Mangled in the **** of my maroon mind
Tangerine tangles of wasted time
Violet vines of not good enough
Tall teal trees of unreturned love
Winged words white like albino leaves
Falling to their death from teal tree
Falling for you’re deaf to my poet tree
Bass treble cleft left in green cerebral dream
Unsung songs unmade love
Sing a longs gone wrong
Made in maroon lust
But somehow I manage to hold on to it
Maybe it will be reborn as a chocolate kiss
of rainbow reflection of historical views
Of future endeavors red spice unused.
I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...
Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed,
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised.
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate? If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us.
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow.
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you.
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep
DEAF
I experience quietness all around
I can't hear any whispers, not even a sound
My eyes open, my feet on the ground
The sadness deepens, you can't be found
Tears fall without realizing I hold a frown
I smell the winter, I feel the ice
Somewhere deep in the forest,
Everything is silent, only to my eyes
I can feel the sorrow and darkness,
Questions arise,
Suddenly I'm feeling frightened
AM I SAFE HERE?
Or, did I fall into desperate fear?
I'm so cold, I feel the snow, freezing my bones
I curl on the ground, without a sound,
All alone, No one hears the SIGN
Without a "sigh", the LANGUAGE numbs my thumbs?
SKAT - POETRY
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
The emotions of everyday life
without words
Impressions through music
Create depth and more mindfulness
~ The wind in the willow trees has settled down ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Listening to the bluebells,
when the whole body screams for rest
An everlasting stream of information
Stress, increased pulse, and muscle tension
~ Small falling feather, the setting is visually beautiful ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Bell sheep and the taste of mountains
Without road traffic noise and ventilation systems
Give me the truth, but protect my ears
40 decibels is a harmful dose
~ The fox is ready for hunting without breaking a twig ~
My ears are deaf
I hate gossip
Your body language is a sign of lying
The crystal glass is crushed in stereo
The rattlesnake finely polished rattle
High sky with pure white clouds
Pull the handbrake
~ Swans that majestically float on the water ~
01/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
I remember it so clearly,
The first time I saw you.
You said you loved my aviators.
Our meeting was so ordinary,
And having nothing witty to say
I just asked your name
Standing in that long driveway.
Who would have thought
Two years later
I would be whispering your name
To the deaf and passionless leaves
Just trying to ease the pressure
On my shackled, poem-filled, heart.
Focusing each minute you're near
On the propinquity of the irresistible.
Everything about you draws me,
And I am always pushing back
Against that ever present urge
To fall in love with you.
She came back like she said she would.
Great grandma was not a typical ghost
She was a kindred spirit guiding for good
Just when we needed her the most
She saved a life by invading a dream
Until uncle was woke and went to search
How she did it from beyond a mystery
Like a bible story from church
She insisted that he get the baby
That she was very ill and could die
Even though he thought it crazy
He took action from his bedside
Across town baby was found
A deaf mute she was you see
Also brown so hospital around
Took her straight to surgery
The infant child's appendix burst
And her sleeping family didn’t know
What pain the babe must have hurt
That grandma’s ghost came and told.
Now this story is true that I tell you
But there is no fear on my face
For this ghost was grandma so true
Full of love joy and grace a ghost with lace.
*This really happened in my family in Charlotte, NC and the babe who was saved has the scar from surgery till this day. The then colored hospital site was Good Samaritan Hospital. Now it is the site for the Carolina Panther Football Stadium. Great grannie’s name is Mary McGee and she was seen by another aunt as a bright light playing peek a boo as that aunt was then a tot. McGee had always told her kids she would visit one day beyond her grave. I am Mary McGee's great granddaughter.
10/16/2021 WRITTEN FOR GHOST LACE CONTEST
SPONSOR Chantelle Ann Cook
I’m deaf not broken
just differently wired.
My ears went on strike and were never rehired.
They packed up and left not leaving a note,
Just departed my head without taking a coat.
I walk in a room,
people chatter and play,
I nod like a expert,
not a clue what they say.
Was it “You look great” or “You’ve put on weight?”
Either way, I just smile and say “you too mate!”
Someone shouts loudly behind my back,
and I turn around like
I’m under attack.
“So you did hear, that?”
They say so proud,
Like that’s some mystical
truth that they’ve found.
Lip reading’s wild, a silent charade.
Did you say “it fades”
or “do you wear aids?”
And if your hand’s halfway over your face,
I’ll just nod and wave, like I’m keeping up pace.
At meetings I sit,
calm and serene,
Looking like I’m planning a masterful scheme.
But truth be it told,
I’ve zoned way out,
Thinking of pizza,
with chips no doubt.
People laugh, I laugh,
no clue what it’s for,
I watch the faces
and laugh some more.
They ask, “Did you hear?”
and I just say “Who?”
Then pretend I’m deep, like I meant to.
But hey, don’t feel bad
if I miss your cue,
Just give me a sec,
And I’ll find a clue.
I’m not confused,
Just silence, my slave,
Riding this wave
that the deafness gave.
So say it twice,
or write it down,
But please don’t mime like a chicken, in
a wedding gown.
I’m chill, I’m cool,
and thriving too.
My world’s just like yours but on audio cue.
Deaf can see symphony sounds with eager eyes
Imagining the noise as brown, flight of butterfly
Feeling the music from the car radio in time
Nodding with it in silver synch
To the rhythm deaf not blind
Walking on the beach as tan sand suckles feet
Toes making bowls of mud
while waves dance on repeat
And the cascading sun rays
All golden what is their sound
Perhaps they sound like a soft smile falling down
The drumming of an infants heart
As he jumps in arms and hands
Holding sweet child like holding a star
From a distant heaven or far land
The sound of tears of joy
Splashing in festive face
Happiness that fill a void
Gifts of God’s love and grace
Can you hear my satin soul
Rejoice on the deaf choir
Hands dance a ballet of gold
Sign language lifted higher
I am differently abled to hear
Sights hearing people may miss
Sounds of excitement I hold dear
As a deaf person I feel bliss
If I told you I was deaf would you turn away
Or would I read your lips that tell me its ok
Would you understand if I start to use my hands
And tell you how I feel
If I tried to speak and the words weren’t complete
Would you smile and think less of me
Or do you really see me for me and not a disability
If I began to stare would you realise
How much I need to see and listen with my eyes
If I began to touch would you be offended
If I began to point to what I want or intended
You can take my hearing aid
To you its just another game
You can take my love yes that’s ok
No matter what you take from me
Can’t take my identity
It’s mine
But come closer I want to share it with you
I will show you how to sign the words
I love you too
I will show you how to laugh and be proud
I don’t care who’s watching I want to I sign it out loud
Can you see me for me and not my disability
Would it sound strange to say
I am a language minority
Take me for who I am and I can laugh with you
See me for what I am and show some respect too
Only then you will find that in visual mind
I just might love you too.
I'm just about deaf because of me wife,
Her very loud voice has caused all the strife,
It always goes up an octave or two
When she thinks I've made an incredible blue,
Trouble is I've been making mistakes all of me life.
Blind and Deaf
To never see the world
to never hear a sound
always having
to feel my way around
To never see my mother
father or brother
to never hear them say a word
is like hanging for life, on the thinnest cord
To never hear my voice
to never see my face
is like living
without a trace
For me
nothing is ever clear
the world is filled
with darkness and fear
What is the sunset?
I do not know
for in my world, it will never show
What is music?
how does it sound?
it's something in my world
I've never found
and, never will
My world is silent, and always black
but courage is something, I do not lack
On my heart, lies a wish that's true
wishing to see the world, as clear as you.
Authors note: Just a reminder of how precious our sight and hearing is. It is truly a
wondrous gift, we must all be thankful for ......In honor of Helen Keller.......Always Maryam
Whenever if you should ever find
yourself in desperate need of a
2nd parties independent council
or friendly ear
And when you are willing to lay your
soul bare place your woes at their feet
and they should dare interrupt
Whilst you are trying to speak and
get the word's out you wanted
wholeheartedly to say
To quote Star War's sudo- psychology
This is not the drone you are seeking
then they are in fact after all not the
actual person or friend you though
they we're
Because if they we're surely then they
would care enough
To listen attentively and hear you out
Rather than talk over you which in
effect tells you everything about
them you needed to know
You're friendship is actually based
on the premise
I talk you listen
Not the other way around
Dad was a deaf crab
limerick
Dad was a deaf crab very bad
My mom was naturally sad
Uca the fiddler
The greatest riddler
Riddled dad's deafness- deadbeat dad
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
the aim of this poem is very simple
only want to tell you that the clothes
we wore on our wedding were light green, but
the leaves used to wrap the wedding cakes were a darker green.
sure, both are green, but a different green, my dear.
a flowery headband tuck into your hair
you may feel it but might not know
that the flowers are white jasmines
on my head, nestle a pair of doves, also white.
i always imagined us, that day,
as a pair of trees in the spring.
you were a blossoming tree.
i was a tree where doves nest.
i saw people came and smile.
they talked while enjoying the food.
but what they were talking about, i could not hear.
care to tell me, dear?
Tears fall that I cannot make
Trembling legs but I do not shake
Screaming pain but I feel numb
Loud cries but I am always dumb
Seeing it all but I am truly blind
Thoughtful heart but Loving unkind
Breathing fast without a single breath
Living forever but dying a quick death
Knowing it all but not learning a thing
Stone deaf but I still hear you sing