Best Inaudibly Poems
A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
The pain took a different form
Your sobbing lungs needed a new life
Lung cancer with spread to the lymphs
You were so weak, like a bluebell in the wind
Suddenly it is not a matter of course to get old anymore
Death did not come abruptly or surprisingly
But it was quite overwhelming when it became a reality
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
I died a little inside
although I will always carry you in my heart
The blue lights are gone now
I have chosen a place near the coast
You loved this place
No exhaust smell or busy people
In the natural cycle your ashes will be spread in the wind
While the birds flying towards the horizon
Nothing can fill the emptiness I feel
From life to death, the road is so short
Rest in peace, I loved you dearly
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
A simple bluebell is left alone
The clock chimes inaudibly
08.02.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I died a little inside : Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Poem of the Day 09.02.219
Categories:
inaudibly, blue, cancer, death, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Categories:
inaudibly, baptism, beach, celebration, love,
Form:
Free verse
A few more pieces
fell out from under you today.
Did you feel it ?
I'm sure you didn't see it,
and you probably didn't hear.
Some chips and pebbles
fell almost inaudibly
on the quietly waiting rocks,
and some dropped into the water,
you'd have liked that.
Wait. Just wait right there,
right here.
I cannot let you go.
Some day, but not today.
Be still a while,
you do it so well.
They won't let you go,
they won't let me let you go.
Some day surely,
but I can't let you go today.
7th March 2020
Categories:
inaudibly, leaving,
Form:
Free verse
In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders
identifying
final innocence crushed
Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care
Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak
The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath
Sound buried in the void of explanation
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers
An endless pause hangs in between
as your grip slips knowing what it means
Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again
In this silence so inaudibly hearable
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
Categories:
inaudibly, hurt, sorrow, sound, spoken
Form:
Dare your undesirable escape of emotion
Cease your glances of reverse direction
Our entities are of unison
Undeniable is the connection
Unfathomable, how strenuous it’s to imagine
Experience past and future, mirrored reflection
Accept my ubiquity within all your oxygen
Preordained configured via resurrection
When lost is luminosity
Flourishes your curiosity
Life proceeds at such velocity
Engulf you in insecurity
Feelings that couldn’t possibly
Have an immunity to eternity
Stunning is their multiplicity
Heard though worded inaudibly
Never shall you be forsaken
Nor left in your internal dungeon
Permit your defenses to soften
Grant this fruit chance to ripen
Memories of eons to awaken
Realize this is not mistaken
This genuine fortune
Has fate as the guardian
Lifetime of continuity
Overtakes us both implausibly
Consuming with such ferocity
Wishing for simplicity
Under neither’s authority
Though feelings of reciprocity
Serenade us acoustically
Yet expression isolated to poetry
Categories:
inaudibly, life, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
There were no premonitions, no feelings of sadness- no dreams
I picked up the phone in the kitchen; my brother-in-law’s voice greeted me
I could tell that he was stalling; thought my younger sibling had misbehaved, again
‘Alright, what’s she done now, and did you guys tell Mama?” I asked. ..(silence)
“Mama’s gone”. He said, almost inaudibly. Not sure I’d heard correctly,
“What’d you say?” I asked, feeling the rising fire…”Mama’s gone, Audrey”.
In shock I dropped the phone as I tried to stifle my wailing
Quite useless was my effort, as the family awoke from sleep
For hours I laid sprawled on the floor, no one could console me
The grief so overwhelmed me, left the deepest hole in my heart
When he called again, his voice breaking, he began to explain
Mama spent days, making the Christmas pudding, a tradition in our family;
Personally, she’d wrapped the ones to give as gifts - usually left for the children do
Mama’s house throughout the years was the meeting place
Where children, everyone congregated, practically every day
Christmas Day was joyful; friends too had dropped by to share the joy
She had danced with all her grandchildren; she was feeling very well
When I spoke with her early Christmas morning, she gave no sign of being ill
Cont'd
~*~
Note: By Audrey Carey
Submitted To: “The Saddest Christmas, Ever” Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France, ~A Rambling Poet ~
Categories:
inaudibly, loss, motherchristmas, voice, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
Earth was peaceful
In the time of remembering
Where the pasture looks so flourish
Childreen roam around the green-field
And they Cheers in an urban glory
Every where looks so beautiful in winter
Pitter-patter falls on you in the summer
There were zestfulness and lovely cool breezy
Comes the jealousy and greedy
The one that turn a blind eye
The one that eat from the pains of others
I mean the one that satisfy the Godfathers
A war range on the world
Not between continent nor race
Not even racism, a damnation on earth
There is a lot of rubbles
That comes from the oppressor
As we have seen with Palestine and Burma
As we have seen with Syria, Libya and northern Nigeria
Horrible death and some sold into slavery
Horrendous hating and severely killings
Blood splatter, metallurgy shard
Holocaust and ungodly blockades
Children famished and suffocate in a cubicle
A brimstone on the soil
Set by the powerful oppressors
Severely damages and
With brokens and burnt doors
No love again only hatred full the world
Killing in extreme colossal in the name of devil-god
The Earth sough, heaven looks so weary
The soil cry inaudibly.
Categories:
inaudibly, society,
Form:
Blank verse
OLD OAK
In the shadow of solitude now I see Your eyes,
that so faithfully carry about the light
through my thoughts so dark,
and the pen trembles in the hand,
waiting for the prodigal son's acknowledgement.
My one and only, acknowledgements arrive in solitude's embrace,
just like tears, and where there is a tear, there is love,
always faithful and unbribable, invisible but so real
that you can touch it with thoughts
and with the fiery breath in the infinity of solitude.
I admit to using my verses as ransom for my guilt,
(and guilt is my silence),
and I listen to the rumor
that perpetually, like a bat,
whirls across the lonely poet's street.
They say that me and You,
my one and only,
are fantasy, but a pen immersed in ink.
But You know, don't You,
that me and You are perfectly real, full of wishes,
dreams and memories.
My one and only, I am listening to the whisper of the wind
in this warm, dreamy summer night...
It is silent, horribly silent without You,
and the wind's whisper is dying down, farther away, oh so far,
as if called by death to its black hearse,
and I have waited for so many days, months and years to appear,
to bring Your voice to me,
gentle, soft, warm and yearning,
but it is so silent, oh so silent now,
that I can hear the screams of solitude
chase away memories
into this warm summer night,
my one and only, I am standing in the shadow of the dignified oak,
and I am looking into his empty sleepiness,
as if its playfulness left along with You,
it is silent like the wind.
Its dear, green, eternally waking young leaves,
who used to whisper in Your vicinity, untrammeled and confidential,
are completely silent now, completely dead.
Now I am trembling in the shadow of our oak,
fearfully looking at it as it drags its dignified old face along the ground,
its memories are as lively as mine.
Once, yes, once the memories,
who live so inaudibly,
shall become so weak,
so humanly weak,
that they shall find their dark home
next to our wooden crosses.
© Walter William Safar
Categories:
inaudibly, love, summer, me, summer,
Form:
Lyric
bleeding purple scents of storms ignite imagined nations of magi
dressed as scholars wearing blank faces feeding the furnace cash
scrawled in ink infused with tones of blood inaudibly whistling
dirges of delirious breath invoking the name of struggles flexing
dense cords of flesh swelling screams hiding in a temple’s glow
blasting the essence of western fantasies bellowing conceptions
inside dead vehicles sunsets drizzle hints of pain releasing life
throughout leveled highways perched owls project earth’s key
Categories:
inaudibly, dark, deep, imagination, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
I love you sweetheart
These words are true
In plain old English
I'm telling you
I've never loved
This way before
You stole my heart
Your troubador
Has a nest for you
Inside his heart
Come live there my bluebird
Inside's a guitar
That plays for you
Constantly
Folk and acoustic
Inaudibly
Categories:
inaudibly, for her, i love
Form:
Rhyme
As I lay sleeping, I dreamed of a caravan
Chased by a hydra and a ten foot bogeyman
As I slumbered, I saw a desert moon descending
Monster lumbered as my arms were extending
In my quiescent state, I murmured inaudibly
Then I defended the procession most laudably
In my night fantasy, my strikes had no strength
My fists had no speed and my reach had no length
My nocturnal imagination had surely run amok
I lay awe struck like a sitting duck with bad luck
Was it something I ate? The residue of the day?
Was it guilt of past mistakes or something I didn't say?
As my nightmare unraveled and I awoke
I ruminated on all the feelings it evoked
As I shook loose the cobwebs and gathered my wits
I raised a middle finger to my internal abyss
Categories:
inaudibly, analogy, deep, dream, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
Foremost On My Bucket List?
Yo yo ma...though your absence
doth suddenly cause me woe,
no matter parting with
many bittersweet sorrows
long since consciousness unstrung
more'n fourteen plus years ago,
the last surviving Kuritsky
grim reaper enviously eventually snatched,
outliving demise of my Uncle Paul,
your once favorite sibling and only bro
tis grief that rankles, shackles, torments...,
thus caw zing such poetic twittering I crow
yea, this sole son bare knuckles
scraping along without dough
suddenly riven with mortal anguish -
worse fate than death - or bloated ego
willpower to live life to the max
hardened ice floe
despite promising futures
regarding thee deux daughters
that doth find me to glow
my spirit analogous to santa
deprived of his cheery, hearty
guffawing, and merry ho ho ho
yours truly seems condemned
to suffer, a worse fate
than freezing during whiteout
blizzard conditions barring
access to igloo,
brutally cold as Jupiter's Io
spirit felled by juggernaut, no
joking hence I don't feel Jew
bull, ah if yours truly knew
thee torturous emotional state threw
out every fiber upon
last fading memory...of you
unfairly condemned to suffer,
yes my lack of loo
cre immaterial, whence death
stole thee to realm afterlife queue
no doubt, a welcome reprieve aye rue
versus less cruel fate,
viz prolonged illness
comeuppance impales me
body, mind and askew
being pitched, where
adventurousness gungho fear slew,
feeling buzz with aliveness
(akin to David and Goliath)
unable to shake melancholy blue
nostalgic for underworld view
where cessation will find me
inaudibly coffin with a whew!
Categories:
inaudibly, absence, anxiety, august, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Four Letters Spelling Blah...
generally define mine anatomical phooey zook
corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook,
not my usual babbling brook
self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, he
could wave a magic wand (all thee
while exjaculating abra
cud dab bra, or whatever
applicable spell -
spot on - to re:),
vivify mine pathetic sluggishness,
hashtagged with nauseous
tsunami waves, and inxs,
where these nada
so lovely brittle bones,
and atrophied muscles free
quint times this day
feel robbed of lee
ping lemurs (yule
grant me hyperbolic
indulgence) spirited energy
versus experiencing hypersensitivity,
which head toot
hoe soreness analogous
(ache and burn'n ken to
contracting the Amish Flu),
where this jumpy,
manicky, persnickety, rickety,
and totally tubular ancient
tomb mess scent body
finds ordinarily endeavoring
scribe this moment tub bee,
a little horse and bug gee
(in other words), aye
experience over sizeable
(bare ten able) boots
of dizz zee
ness (as if pitched to
and fro on rough sea),
where webbed venting
helps this wordsmith
to sum men strength
tube (boo hoo)
himself from bing nsync
king mode, sans (10,000
leagues...in Dave vee
Jones locker) as a dee
pull lore hubble skidrow re
sid divest news junk kee -
do dilling with zero hap pee
go luck key
ne'er do well bummer, I...he
barely exhibits signs
of life breathe
thing inaudibly inhaling
and exhaling wei
zing all the while
with pronounced je
nais sais quois nasality
emitted racking prithee
moren slight lee
jarring with achy breaky tree
men dose skeletal pain,
thus fuhr re hiss lee,
heavily relying on wing,
and broken prayer hope fool lee
fully helping this
old codger (yepper me)
do magical wonders to re: captcha
lapsed la pas suh zoo lee
infusing this corporeal being i.e.
once again me
with spirited resurgence.
Categories:
inaudibly, angel, endurance, father, how
Form:
Bio
Its leave fall on the garden that was never planted,
Its branches tickle the roof that was never painted.
It gives shade to the sandpit that was never christened,
Its roots encroach on the lawn that was never mowed.
It blocks the drains that were never laid.
It bears fruit that has never been tasted.
This tree that was never planted,
That inaudibly sighed,
As the people waited by the river that no longer flowed,
By a dying tree that no longer shaded,
Hoping for the rains that will never come, unaided,
Having passed them by for lands, that with trees have been upgraded,
Planted by people who were like minded,
In seeing the need for trees to be planted,
So, the rains can be taken for granted.
And Mankind not supplanted.
Categories:
inaudibly, absence, autumn, birth, cry,
Form:
Ballad
Paralysed monolith, ripped steel and glass,
Cadaverous, crumbling, concrete flesh,
Chicken coop shrine of the health care gods,
Polish and spit and torn wire mesh.
A sweet stink of parazone and iodine
Floods the arterial clogged corridors,
Coffers empty as G-Grade skulls,
Rubberised soles slap the cracked plastic floors.
Eat ‘em up hearty and spit ‘em out hale,
Line ‘em like ninepins on trolleys for hours,
And should one or two die during the wait
The internal market sells funeral flowers.
By the hypnotic strobe of a digital sphig
And the techno of cardiac monitor beeps,
The faint song of failure inaudibly hums,
Idealism, hydra-like, bows down and weeps.
Bankrupt ideologies drive the whole show,
Facelessly grinning like Cheshire cats,
Compartmentally shut down a section or two,
Blow budgets on blow-jobs and beaurocrats.
Their expectations of more and more grows
From a workforce aging and watching the door,
Vocation, devotion, the play upon guilt
Is a subterfuge ceasing to wash anymore.
The eater of souls raised from sixties dreams
Creaks and leaks brains and essential oil,
Thunders and blunders, coughs up a lung
And buries it’s face in the graveyard soil.
Categories:
inaudibly, social,
Form:
Verse