Best Earsplitting Poems
Enjoy the silence, the deep of night.
Not true silence for the word itself is illusion.
Still yourself enough to hear.
Listen for the sounds invoked in the darkness.
Quiet yourself from the inside-out
to perceive more.
The insights revealed during such muted moments
slow us, granting peace and serenity.
Night is a living entity brimming
with sound and industry.
Work, machine, wheel and gear.
A train's low grumbling engine. Its doleful
horn carried mournfully on humid summer air.
The machinery of life resonates. Those working
graveyard hours commute, clock-in, labor.
The stark trumpeting of a siren carries
over the numbed ears of a slumbering city.
A harsh, grating street sweeper toils
joined by the ghosts of twilight
on hushed, shadow-laden avenues.
Voices, song, and music in the night.
Crickets saw a faux-string melody.
Leaves rustle, sweep, and dance
a quiescent refrain on puffs of easy air.
There are drums on the silence as
approaching clouds roll with thunder.
Rains follow.
The timbre of water bubbling upon earth,
rooftop, and walkway.
A great horned owl takes flight.
Its wings "whip, whip, whip," as it directs
the late night aria.
Savor this appealing chorus of sounds
as an all familiar nocturne.
The sounds of silence enrich and help
make tranquil the human heart.
Being part of its lyric, we are calmed
by nature's chorus.
Even the weighty rumble and earsplitting
rasp of thunder can soothe the heart at night.
We are a part of the sound and silence always,
and in all ways.
Sounds in Silence
Free Verse
Categories:
earsplitting, nature, solitude, sound,
Form:
Free verse
The voices grow louder,
Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word.
My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind,
How does such hostility exist?
As the sound of hatred deepens,
The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice,
So tight, I can no longer breathe
All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me,
Threatening to overflow.
So long have they been banished…
Enough. No more!
My mouth opens,
An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence,
Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body,
Murderous shrieks of anger and hate,
Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing,
Poison the air.
Now, free of these emotions.
But the monster still exists
Within the dark depths of my mind.
Categories:
earsplitting, angst, confusion, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
T errific and terrible, loud and unrelenting, I am suddenly
H ammered by a head splitting, grating screech, as the
E mergency Broadcast Signal blatantly blares from my TV.
N early every glass rattles and shatters, because the
O N button is stuck on its highest setting possible!
I try in vain to find the clicker to lower the volume
S o the earsplitting nightmare of noise will lower, but it keeps on
E scalating, out of control, while I cover my poor ears in agony.
Written on 3/7/2017
Categories:
earsplitting, angst, anxiety, senses,
Form:
Acrostic
That idiotic and exasperating, disturbing Rosanne Barr,
walking around gaudy and tasteless, acting like a star.
Blatantly obvious no sane person should be employing,
such an earsplitting voice, so obnoxious and annoying!
CLERIHEW CONTEST Poetry Contest
The Name Foresakes Me
July 21, 2018
Categories:
earsplitting, humorous,
Form:
Clerihew
We had a good time
Guys from Woodside, Sunnyside
Greenpoint and Astoria
Leaning on each other
Weaving through the crowds
Towards the exits
Leaving the club
Squeaking out just before closing time
Headed towards the corner joint
Open all night.
Waiting on line
Shuffling
Gotta go
So bad
But first
Stomach bursting for
Cheap burgers
Greasy and salty
Buy ‘em by the bag
Eat them on the way home.
Dark night of New York
All around us
Rich’s man town
Separated from
Working class
By rivers
Zip codes
And generations of mistakes
Nobody talks about it
Nothing to discuss
Just a fact of life
Work with your hands
That’s how things are
If you complain
Nobody listens.
The place is crowded
It’s a late night circus
Counter people rush
Orders fly
From a hundred directions
A razzle dazzle of
Loud voices
Earsplitting laughter
A fight starts
In a rear booth
Irish and Italian guys square off
Just like generations ago
A common refrain ushering
Saturday night to Sunday morning
With a little night music.
Categories:
earsplitting, lifenight, night,
Form:
Narrative
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When peace and stillness sway in people, homes, and places
When earsplitting music in alcohol selling places, cease
When even the foul and abusive drunks have returned home
And even the roughneck of husbands are all calm in sleep
And naughty children are even obedient ones in sleep
And husbands and wives are cuddled in beds, adoration in reign
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When the Morning Star, in the West, is sparkling bright
That warns the witches and robbers of the coming light
When day is about to break and, at the peak of calm
When zephyr wafts so coolly even in months of tortured snooze
When guards, the bereaved, even the sick are knocked by snooze
When even the warring dogs have ceased fire and are serene
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When the time is at its darkest mark, its dimmest part
When vigor is to be revived in people’s mind set
When the time is at the peak of dark; when witches hunt and roam
When incest, buttering, rape, defilement is without
When husbands are loving ones and wives are submissive ones, flat-out
Not times like night or evening, morning, noon when chaos is in reign
Categories:
earsplitting, death, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Is she the one who bridled my handsome twilight dream?
Whilst I was inside my woolen blanket of brown and cream
Ah! Like an awesome golden eaglet’s leisure time fly
She began to travel from the serene and bright blue sky
She drove the cloud without engine or steering or wheel
And reached my vestibule with blossoms of an eternal feel
Is she the one who tickled my disposition with great fun?
And filled my chamber with the luster of hidden midnight sun
Aha! I felt the alluring musk fragrance of an anonymous deer
I removed my curtains and saw the strewn stars smiling in cheer
She narrated about her wondrous world and the weird myth
Although I made much endeavor to cease my overwhelming mirth
Is she the one who grasped my sturdy and brawny wrist?
And compelled me to saunter through the way of milky mist
Behold! The gleam and bliss of wingless lonely glowworm
And listen to the laughter and lament of foolish thunderstorm
She gathered a handful drop of new bashful monsoon rain
I watched the sizzling salsa of bathing dusts in utter vain
Is she the one who submerged me in this pool of sweet honey?
And I struggled a lot with these white ants in deep agony
Oops! Like an earsplitting and terrifying trumpet’s roar
I heard my own irksome and foul smelling very last snore
It befell the truth that I fell from my wooden framed bed
Into the valley of wild trees with leaves in enchanting red
Categories:
earsplitting, loveme,
Form:
Light Verse
Summer dress she sews
Until her fingers bleed
Mending and mourning
Memories that will never be
Earsplitting new silence
Running through each stitch
Dress, mustard colored with stars
Embroidered with sadness, by confusion
A nightmare from which she can’t awaken
The last thing she will ever wear
Her summer dress made in grief
Death came for her too soon
Roses, white, will rest on her
Embraced by heaven’s angels
She is beautiful in the summer dress
Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother
Categories:
earsplitting, daughter, death, loss, mother,
Form:
Laying in my bed all cozy and warm, and
inside the blankets my kitty cat snores, sweetly
captivating birds sing outside my window, and
kitty cat pokes her head out and says, M E O W !
Earsplitting and grating my alarm clock is blaring, and my
telltale sleepiness is leaving my head,
yet, I linger in my bed-
snoozing . . . .
peacefully, I snuggle deeper into my blankets, until
lickety-split, I shoot out of bed, screaming to no one
I am LATE! So hell bent and at full
tilt I am ready and leave- kitty y a w n s on the bed.
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April 13, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1012- 705-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Categories:
earsplitting, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Gone I past the planetary galaxies
Lounging on the back of comfy comet
Whistling: here I go and i will be there, through fearful void
The blackish abyss and eternal nothingness
Slipped to the polish throne, His worshipful highness
Salutation to all rulers, Emperor of the universe
Bowed, I with head touching the feet
Like Arabian knight revealing bronze palms
Brought nothing but peace seeks I
Fountain spring of the beginning and the end
The breathing stones of Diamond and Jasper
What peace! That refuses to manifest amongst the pieces
On the face of the globe
Should I squirt it, break it or relocate it
Or manufacture brand new creatures
That’s more or much realis most beautiful
In all things
With all bundle of brainy
In quantum than Einstein?
Sack shape head making the whole load
Of body, arms and legs will be
Like many ropes with clumsy clutching suckers
And the eyes larger than what they are
More than a dozen probably
So that in haste quickly reaches the end of time
And do what you are suppose to do,
Rather than rambling, knotty rivalry that lead infinite
Murdering the lads with your archaic missiles
Hissing among bodies: I am the powerful
No, I am the most potent
No, destruction I most
And all that; deceiving the deceptives
Haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you seen?
That tap of my fingers like sound of earsplitting
thunder-waves will cause hungred
Earthquake to swallow up the minute world
Spittle, because of bile of rage will outflow the ocean wave
To wash out every nation
Let me not utter the might of the suns
When commanded will shrivel burn out
The whole universe to cinders
I have done it once
With clapping thunderous storm as a memorial
A teardrop for your incorrigibility
Tower of Babel should come in as a remembrance
Beware! Of the gradually broiling boiling anger
Inside of me, beware! Warmongers
Of the sneezing vomiting flu
Stubborn fly that can 't escape the fly trap.
Categories:
earsplitting, mystery
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Not much to do today
caught up on some
deferred reading
went to the store to pick up
a few things
took a walk down 3rd Ave
to get some sun
Basima and Azhar
play in the okra field
chasing each other screaming
and laughing
jaddah watches
from her soft garden chair
over a steamy afternoon
in ancient Miranshah
Did some journal writing
heated some
falafel and basmati
for dinner
downloaded some old
Ahmad Jamal tunes
had some chips and hummus
and iced chamomile tea
a methodical buzzing
overhead
in the high blue sky
then two clicks
a sudden
earsplitting whistle
and sharp chunks
of scorched metal
rip through
the garden
tranquility bursting
into a horror
of choking fire
and thick dark smoke
children freeze
forced to see the bloody corpse
of jaddah
splayed in her chair
blackened mutilated
and smoldering
Read a bit
of the newspaper
made some early
bill payments
closed the light
and laid
down
thinking tomorrow
I must buy some milk
Latif a child
up on the roof
thrown
to the ground
from the force
of the explosion
comes crashing
down
cracking
his skull bleeding
crying
and shrieking
along with Basima
and Azhar children
of circumstance
of breaking news
bulletins
never broadcast
of broken lives
and unspoken deaths
whose numbers
and names have
rarely been recorded
or revealed
living ghosts
left to shudder
mystified
and bereft
more invisible
victims
of the sacred
CIA slaughter
machine
with scant
publicity or mention
in the Constitutional
press – and for the sake
of the integrity
of the program
and the safety
of the nation
and without
any prior knowledge
to deny or decide
every American
is complicit
every American
is taking aim
and
pushing
the button
for those
good kills
striking at homes
in shattered
sand-filled lands
riddled with panic
and hate and God
day after day
and night
after
night
Categories:
earsplitting, political, violence, integrity,
Form:
Verse
Unhappy, unappreciated, underestimated.
Born to be weak.
Breed to be inferior.
Cursed to be abused.
Governed by emotions.
Enslaved to the kitchen.
"This is your life,"
she was told.
The injustice hid behind
that grotesque phantom-
CULTURE.
Centuries of rotten tradition
smothered her development.
The woman with no voice.
She screams within.
The sound jailed
behind the bars of her lips
An inaudible plea.
Earsplitting silence.
Shrieking tranquility.
But- one day.
Her song will jail break.
The beautiful butterfly entombed
in a soundproof cocoon,
will emerge.
The woman with the muffled voice
will transform
into the woman with a deafening roar!
Categories:
earsplitting, inspirational, woman,
Form:
Free verse
a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
the south paw always an adverse of nature,
tranquil can be the fire,
but the the sparrow will mature,
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken,
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
deception weaved from inner fear,
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
oh! look at the view, raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture
Categories:
earsplitting, anniversary, childhood, death, health,
Form:
Elegy
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Categories:
earsplitting, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Epic
This revolutionary fella followed by
Adams family patriarch,giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, subsequently conceding
nexus (nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threat (military intelligence) scheming to
wreak untold havoc upon American troops
within the Pacific theater of World War II.
The former horrific decision controversial,
then and to this day Hoover expert historian,
diverge, asper corroborating the necessity
to usher in the Cold War, yet majority foreign
policy wonks might grudgingly attest that
said thirty first commander in chief did maintain
a Cool Edge throughout onset when doomsday
clock began countdown to Armageddon,
an unimaginably blaring, deafening, earsplitting...
cacophony distant rumbles heard, nonetheless,
no Hard dinning ghoulish nightmare (potentially
obliterating all life on planet Earth) haunted
Wilson, nor Taft, only gunboat diplomacy
mere child's play exhorted, less catastrophic
comparison, when Teddy Roosevelt wielded
"big stick schtick" namesake corollary to the
Monroe Doctrine in 1904...ad nauseum.
Categories:
earsplitting, age, birthday, character, courage,
Form:
Free verse