Best Hearing Poems

I know that I’m not perfect, just go and ask me wife.
At times she’s kind of said - I’m the bane of her life,
but on her better days she wouldn’t trade me for a thing,
and sometimes she has even thanked me for the ring.

Sometimes I...

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Lay me down gently, softly sing me to sleep
Whisper sweet nothings for me to keep
Harmonise with me as day turns to night 
Sooth me with words, as imagination takes flight 

I listened today, felt connected to you
Delicate symphonies brought love into view
Coupled through music, auditory...

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A mother’s ears become magic
the minute she hears her newborn cry—
nature turns up the volume
like at no other time.

The slightest cry, whimper, sneeze, cough, hiccup,
sounds like a gong that vibrates her into action.

Like a mama penguin coming in from the hunt at sea
she knows the...

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      With fluttering ears
      a sound that no one else hears -
      the feeling is stuck

  It might have been the wind
  a pain and sadness that mocks...

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When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.

For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall...

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The kids at play appear distracted,
Remote control is used to aim
As they engage in stellar warfare
They’re concentrating on their game.

My wife and I talk in a whisper
There’s adult business to discuss
Not meant for ears of little children;
We raise no voices, make no fuss.

Out of the...

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Long ago, when I was young,
Before my hearing began to fail,
Why, I could hear a boll weevil
Tiptoe across a cotton bale.
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It's 4am in the morning
And I just rolled out of bed
Burdened by memories, that you've brought to my dreams
That still live on, inside of my head

Now I'm searching for a pen and some paper
To help ease this pain that's inside
Was my hell your intent, I...

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The mice cavort and squeak and laugh.
I offer them my autograph.
They dance and hide under the couch.
Their waltzing prowess I can vouch.
I hear giggles every day.
They are my friends in every way....

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Down on his hands and knees is Frump
But which end is his Rump!
Both ends are putting out so much hot air
To guess which, I wouldn’t dare
Making his stink smell good is an art.
But not hard to do when your audience isn’t smart
He changes ends so...

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Heady sounds that make one curl inwards like a snail within its shell
Achy grating noises like a fingernail scratching across a chalk board 
Every velvet ear deserves sounds of the ocean and water falls  
Retire to your room, let the music ooze and fill...

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Onomatopoeic:
caw caw caw
the crow's on my roof
waiting for their breakfast,
chatter  chatter
the magpie's call
usually first to the table,
a shrill little tweet
go the sparrow's and their relatives
awaiting their feed 
in smaller bites
from the safety of their prickly bush;
the sounds of the morning's
for me 
are heaven sent.


Elizabeth...

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Although my voice rose in volume
his ears rejected the sounds,
unable to distinguish the words.

Speaking to his back,
I felt like a mime without a mirror.
My heart grieved at the loss,
no longer able to reach the one 
I had laughed with, and loved, 
all of my adult...

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“Blindness separates people from things;
deafness separates people from people.”
– Helen Keller

She sat amongst the gathering crowd.
It was her birthday, you see.
The men were bespoke so proud
and the ladies were dressed to a T.

The table was layered in muted hues
and laid with sundry hors d'oeuvres
on a...

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The bus stop says its out of use  this week
Men are digging up the road again
I never knew that  modern bus stops  speak

I wonder will the street lamps follow suit
Their  voices like  the chiming of Bog Ben
The bus stop says...

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