Best Listen Poems
listen to the drum,
talking to the dance
listen to the elders,
whispering their chants
listen to the hooves, pounding on the plain
listen to the birds, prophesying rain
listen to the moon, time to plant the grain
listen to the tales, told around the fire
listen to the breeze, and the clouds conspire
listen for the buffalo, warn of dreadful days
listen, The Great Spirit speaks in many ways
listen for the eagle,
calling from the sky
listen
for the drum,
hear
a mournful sigh
Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway.
Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about
I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound.
I will not promise you butterflies on the next early dawn
but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced
by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow.
I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face
but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace.
Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free
All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me
Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.
"Listen! to the Heart"
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every heart strums strings of symphony
an open book exploring dreams and fantasies
the lovebeat touches emotions and feelings serene
as candy-filled caramel cremes.
every heart twirls in tune to love and romance
a paradox portrait of lovers in a trance
echoing laughter in harmonious haven
or a fickle falsetto black as a raven.
every heart is a treasure chest of precious jewels
as tenderness comforts those heartaches so cruel
the heart always gives; suddenly takes away
so listen to the heart; hear the words it must say.
Listen, my fellow dreamers,
But listen with your heart,
And hear the silent music of which we're all a part.
Cover your ears, my dreamers,
Lest the worldly tunes drown out
The inner magic symphonies of what life's all about.
Listen, listen, listen,
And hear the song of Love;
It's echoing within you, outside, beneath, above.
It's playing in the meadow
And in the city street;
Resounding in your friendships and the stranger that you meet.
Listen, listen, listen,
To the symphony of Hope;
Its crescendo's growing louder to help you grasp and cope.
It's drowning out the concert
Of trouble and of strife;
Just close your ears and listen to this melody of life.
Listen, listen, listen,
To Faith's unending song;
There's magic in its music to make and keep you strong.
Feel the mighty power,
It's flowing through your soul.
Its tune will conquer mountains and fulfill your every goal.
Listen, listen, listen,
But listen with your heart,
And hear the silent music, of which we're all a part.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile 12
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/26/2019
Listen With Your Heart
~1st Place~
Contest: Life ~ Premiere Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 05/15/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Simply Beautiful
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 04/05/2015
Shush...Did You Hear That?
Listen to
The raindrops falling
Let us cry…
Wash away
Life’s bitter, stinging pain and
Take away its stain.
Listen to
The ocean splashing
Let us laugh…
Lift our hearts
With cool, refreshing waves and
Penetrate dark caves.
Listen to
the thunder clapping
Let us shout…
Wake the world
To all that makes it wrong and
Righteousness prolong.
Listen to
The songbird chirping
Let us sing…
Fill our souls
With hope to carry on and
Yesterday, be gone.
Listen to
The wind song howling
Let us rush…
Race the clock
To live life while we can and
Fly within its span.
But, hear now…
The silence screaming
Let us pause…
Long reflect
On that which we must do and
To ourselves be true.
November 24, 2015
Did you hear me once calling
In the middle of cold dark nights
Did you hear me whisper
I long to feel you by my side.
Quiet nights, shed in tears
Hear my voice as I scream
I can bare all these pains
Can you come tonight and stay?
I can hardly breathe
I'm suffocating
I'm drowning
Hear me calling.
Can you hear me
Can you come near
Can you hold me
Can you stay, tonight?
If I were a tree in a garden
In silence I would stand strong
UNIQUE and BEAUTlFUL
My soul would feel blessed
To give life to other living beings
From the breeze of my fresh breath
My soul would feel blissful when
Many find solace in my shade
On scorching sweltering summer days
My soul would soothe each day
In ecstatic overflow of serenity
Elated to listen from dawn to dusk
Those exquisite sweet songs of birds
That nestle in my sprawling branches
My soul would sense colours of hope
When first ray of dawn caresses my skin
Brightening all living cells and beings within me
I am LIFE, I am YOU
I am THE CONNECTION in-between
Destroying ME is destroying YOUR OWN SELF!
Submitted for: NA Poem From A February 2021 Judged Poem - Poetry Contest
Date: 03/16/2021
Sponsor: Constance La France
Previously Submitted for: If I Were A? Poetry Contest
Image Chosen: 1) If I were a tree
Contest Judged Date: 02/04/2021
One lives on the memory
Never letting it go
Always holding as a memorial
The recollection within
Where only the heart knows
To celebrate a life
One longs to just forget
And let go of the pain
That reminds of a past
Filled with joy
They thought would last
Joy that is no more
Neither of them knows
Why death came to call
Or why their loved one died
Leaving them with this memory
To hold onto or forget
Without relief for the grief
One lives on the memory
While the other longs to forget
Neither of them is wrong, you see
Grief is like a very bad dream
Sometimes eased by memories
Other times, comforted by oblivion
Always touching the heart, the thoughts
The very soul who knows this place
Is all that is left of a heart who loved
And gave them the reassurance, the hope
Of a life that would forever bring sparkle
To those who touched this kind, tender soul
To remember is divine – so pleasant
Forgetting is inspired by God
Who knows that a memory can harm
The heart who loves beyond words
And listens to the heartache within
Without feeling the relieving peace…
… from One who defeats death’s dark dread
Listen to Jesus and be freed
From the sorrow and sadness
The anguish of bereavement
Listen to Jesus… He relieves
Listen to Jesus… Just believe
I choose to be
the last to speak.
Then other’s answers I can seek.
Each one of them is unique!
There is power
in embracing my meek.
When my thoughts don’t leak,
into their hearts I can peek.
Being quiet,
doesn’t make me weak.
I learn more,
when not talking a blue streak.
No nodding,
or pretending to listen.
Not trying to think of gems,
so that I can glisten.
Truly listening,
is my mission.
Without knowing their perspective,
how can I or we make any decision?
Can’t we strain to hear all their voices?
Hear the loud and quiet speak,
Muslim, Buddhist or Christian.
Maintaining myopic vision,
leads to a philosophical collision!
Upon Holy ground,
can we not avoid division?
After all, isn’t inclusion,
the reason for Religion?
We go to a church,
a mosque or a temple.
Sacrifice meat,
or eat freshly made lentils.
The core of humanity,
is still elemental.
Each in our own way is sentimental.
We are the same,
in the ways that are essential.
We crave light,
a sense of belonging.
Sunlight music and singing.
We loved one another once,
in the beginning.
Before our hearts became,
intoxicated by winning.
Recognition and ego,
the foundation of our sinning!
So can we put aside the “I”,
and begin again, by truly listening?
With our mouths closed and ears open,
Witness a beginning worth noting!
Between the clouds ...
It's called gut feeling for a reason
You made me believe in miracles
Between the clouds ...
One of the most profound need for a
human being is to love and be loved
Between the clouds ...
I will always walk by your side
The future is written in our hearts
Between the clouds ...
Beauty will never shed a tear or hate
Love is beauty blended with lights of the evening sun
Between the clouds ...
Our love is sent from above with angel wings
We'll never have to wonder ..... the sky is always blue
29.06.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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~ The weather has many faces ~ whistling in the headwind ~ quote by poet
Natural and repetitive elements
in the sound of the wind slow down restless thoughts
Observe the thoughts without judging or interpret
avoid depressive rumination just let go
A breath of wind touched your cheek so gently
Happiness is fleeting not a cliché
a lovely feeling, dancing as a whirlwind
The constant wind which makes the strings tinkle
It blows wherever it wants, strong or weak
The gentle wind reminds me of relaxing
pan flute music, sensitively without words
Indigenous music did not die out
it is carried by the wind all over the globe
Can neither be controlled, planned nor ordered
With invisible bows the wind carries away
Progress require you to loosen the moorings
The wind ruffles your hair and the waves sing
It's wonderful to feel the forces of nature
Listen carefully – it's full of presence
Hear the screams in the night, they are shattering
moonlight breaking, reverberating, splattering
Down the hall, she feels so small, cradled by the dark
blood red like roses are finger petaled swelled slap marks
Makeup smears with tears like a clown in a funhouse mirror
With a voice of a mouse in a barefoot house, no one hears her
Body is sore she explores all the aching joints and pain
replaying the nightmare she steers through the shame
And the stories of "if only's" are jokers justifications
A marionette that never forgets the devils grin
This endless circle like the phases of the showoff moon
comes the ride of the tide the anger drowns her too soon
Licking wounds she is a submissive to the open hand
convincing her legs she is too weak to ever self stand
But she whispers "heaven help me" as closes her swollen eyes
raw throat choked she prays to God to let her die
Hear the prayers in the night, they are streaming
shackle freeing, hope believing, promise keeping
Just listen.
It is not always about you.
Sometimes it is about me.
There are things I hide inside
And they are waiting to be set free.
It not just about the cure,
Some times it is the disease,
That needs to be extinguished
By a simple word called please.
Please let me tell my story,
Please let me fuel my flame,
Please let me find my strength inside
That I have put away in shame.
There is one pure and simple truth
That I search for everyday,
And sometimes i feel the closer I get,
The more it fades away.
So let me tell my story
As you sit and wonder why
I didn't tell you sooner,
And just left my soul to die.
I see phantasms floating through the billowing early morning mist
where I stand alone by the black water as its ever
probing tongue licks gently at the granite rocks that line the shore.
Like stone sentinels the fog creates images of snow leopards that seem to stalk the shadows,
lithely twirling as the ebony water casts polymorphous creatures into the living mist.
These images remind me of you.
Your long feline movements leave me breathless.
The touch of your delicate finger tips warm me to my core
as you gently stroke my hair, touch my hand, caress my shoulder.
On this chilled morning as I stand here thinking of you,
your long slim body tattoos images across my mind,
Images that will never leave me,
Images I can never forget,
Images of beauty and emotions that I can see in vivid colors,
Images of the feelings I have locked deep inside of me.
You are the beauty in my world,
the light,
the curtana,
blunted by the haze of your own emotions,
never allowing the warmth of the emerging golden dawn
to lift the vapor of your world,
leaving the sweet dew drops
of your desires hidden within your denials,
always to remain in your darkness.
And if these words are cause for a single tear to drip from your smiling eyes
let it rest upon your gentle cheek for the briefest of moments,
for a breath that lasts an eternity in my heart.
Allow me for that instance this single indiscretion.
Though in reality it can never be,
let me dry your sweet tear
as my soft lips caress your tender skin,
and the clouds slowly fade leaving the warmth of your soul
shining brightly in your beautiful fantasy.
02/08/17
Listen
The vortex of deep ocean currents
Pushing my foolish spirit
Up towards the surface.
Sounds echoed rising
To perfect silence.
And there I am alone.
Try to listen
To the music of the spheres.
Can you hear anything?
No friends
No Enemies
No lovers.
Fear trembled in my invisible stomach.
Yet I try to listen
Who am I?
As planets and stars twirl in the immense universe.
Until a silent vortex of two stars in nova
Send a nuclear quake,
And disruption occurs
As the old spirit is sent back to the abyss
Of Earth’s Ocean.
Try and find me now.
Impossible!