Best Listens Poems
Silence listens to tremors of twilight,
spilled across shorelines bathed in lilac,
awaiting the soft sinking of the sun ~
soaked in storms of heavy heartbeats,
a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets,
like the wind that feels and follows,
the cracks within the crevices of the moon ~
a ballerina lost in the music of grief.
Perhaps lips of horizon could taste,
savor, and drink in stillness,
when the world ceases to cherish kindness,
love that rests in the lungs of the skyline,
where sighs of stars reveal the veiled glow~
unspoken reasons written in quiescence...
But can the dusk trace the weight of trying?
This mind is a nightingale,
featherless ... forever restless,
held by ripples between the birth of hope ~
the shattering of nightfalls ~
swathed in numbness…
Categories:
listens, muse, silence, sky,
Form:
Free verse
a free spirit hears
the voice of the ocean speak
as the heart listens
Categories:
listens, appreciation, heart, sea, voice,
Form:
Haiku
Interrupting at every chance
Why is it nobody listens
Why is it nobody cares
Just once she’d like to express
Her inner self to the full extent
Without needing to elbow
For her place on the podium
For her place in the sun
Why is it nobody cares
Why is it nobody listens
AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on February 23, 2019
Categories:
listens, care, confidence, people, silence,
Form:
Free verse
A snow-capped mountain where nobody goes;
a forest thick with foliage and trees;
a river which meanders as it flows
through spaces that nobody likely sees;
an expanse of sand too wide to be traversed;
a tundra where no man cares to abide;
a spot deep in the sea that’s not yet cursed;
a forgotten weed-infested graveside.
In this world where so many places teem
with humanity and the chaos we bring,
there still exists the quiet of a dream
and nature has evaded mankind’s sting.
Where silence listens, sounds are wild or raw,
like wind-rush,
wave-roar or
simple crow-caw.
Categories:
listens, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
He is listening to Mozart with his feet up,
too mature to get into all the drama anyhow.
There are fluffy marshmallows in his cocoa cup.
their work has been done for a fortnight now.
Mrs. Claus comes in and asks "Do you know where....?"
and he replies, "I do not know, and I do not care."
His great-great-great-great-great-great grandson as boss was no whim.
He trusts him completely as his great great great greats trusted him.
He gets up to get the Chex Mix and asks his wife if she wants some and of course it is his specialty, and so she does.
He smiles at the memories of things that he remembers, that always started out with the best book and the word 'Twas".
They hear the current Santa yelling out orders, and Santa smiles,
relieved all of his stress is long gone from his body, and his soul.
He had his days and they were marvelous, but now it is someone else's turn to represent the goodness of the North Pole.
His eyes close, and he visualizes all the fun he had.
Glad he can still remember.
Also glad he took yoga, ice fishing, tobogganing, pilates, zumba, and meditation in the month of November.
Because frankly up until a week ago he was not letting all this frantic and frolic go easily.
Convinced that all of the world childrens' happiness is entirely "up to me!"
Categories:
listens, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
God whispers through the silence
Awakening my heart’s impression
With tender faith and tranquility
Gentle inspirations to calm my spirit
~
God sighs through stunning rainbows
Lifting up the one who is downhearted
With sweetest colors of creativeness
Sent through the clear, multihued skies
~
God breathes expressions of satisfaction
Sending contentment to the troubled soul
With kind words spoken in scriptures
Of all that love brings to us who believe
~
God murmurs charming words of cheer
Reassuring the heart that will listen to Him
That everywhere, in everything, always
He is sending us the glories of heaven
~
God reads the yearning through our prayers
With a sensitivity to all that we may need
Giving hope and renewal to every hearer
Of His tender words that heal the worst sinner
~
God listens to our praises with a sensitivity
That reveals His heart’s compassion and gentleness
The way that He gives so very generously
A love without conditions that continues eternally
~
God gives each one of us an altruistic understanding
That flows with the way, the truth and the life
Jesus’ salvation clearly delivering us from our sins
And creating a new heart brought by the Holy Spirit
Categories:
listens, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Asleep at night, tucked into dreams
Waves retreat, the water beats
Soft awake, whispered words
The water's there, waves silent prayer
A wintry morn, the sun's rays bright
Waves glisten, the water listens
Late afternoon, a chill return
Waters merge, whitecaps surge
Moonlit eve, hearts on sleeves
Waves subside, the waters glide
Categories:
listens, day, night, water,
Form:
Couplet
Inside I scream but no one listens
to mental ache attached to my brain.
Darkness prevails as daylight glistens
and my existence gradually wane.
Thought is distorted from right to wrong
unclear of direction up or down.
Not really sure of where I belong
so alone in my sorrows I drown.
I can’t remember when I last ate
or when I last took a warm shower.
Sleepless days and nights I really hate
feeling content is out of my power.
When will someone know that I am here
a person with a shadowing pain.
Sometimes I wish I could disappear
and not labeled as being insane…
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
10/26/15
Second Place Winner ~ "Any Sad Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Nov. 25, 2015
Categories:
listens, depression, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
Loud Chants, rattling of Bells during
"Aarti" in Temple
"Azaan" in Mosque
"Mass" in Church
is heard by PEOPLE .....
But
also heard by
Sick, Elederly people
Students preparing for Exams
Cattles resting
Birds on way to Nest
And
also creates NOISE POLLUTION
But
GOD prefers listening Prayer in SILENCE
HE knows how not to DISTURB Others during Prayer (For HIM)
HE knows how not to POLLUTE Environment (own creation)
And
HE is waiting for us to UNDERSTAND.....
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"Aarti" "Azaan" "Mass" are way of Prayers by Hindus, Muslims & Christains
Categories:
listens, faith, religion, prayer, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Wind has wide mouth,
Mouth like river pouring out,
Clutching with an over-bite,
Whispering closed to our antennas.
Who possessed secrets? Enigma
Nothing is cloak-and-dagger.
We all have bad blood
And breathe air thick with gossip
Matters after closed doors
Escaped through holes in small traps;
Walls do tittle-tattle.
Poison the spaces and passed on;
Smother the likes of us with idle talk.
We are much more
Than monkeys, but we are plenty less.
Chances fled yielding conceit.
Feed the flame. Let it sear
Old England, like London Bridge
Burning down with our views.
Tear down. Break off the passage
And construct walls with the ashes.
Let’s die alone while listening
To the loud mouth of wind.
Right hand lost in whispers.
What wind is voiceless
If it stretches from the seas?
Categories:
listens, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
We have two ears
But many people can’t still hear
Different contexts
Breed different blockages
People often write because no one listens
Marriages can fall apart
Because partners often don’t listen to each other
Defending their cause
They give themselves applause
Not realizing the cause can be a listening deficit!
People often write because no one listens
Different contexts
Breed different blockages
We have two ears
But many people can’t still hear
When they are in their situation
Don’t only hear what you want to hear!
Listen
Because people often write because many do not listen
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Categories:
listens, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
The Darkest DAY
Billows of Darkness
Surrounding a Broken Heart
Breathe deep smothered LOVE
Keep squeezing, squeeze the life out of me My WIFE went over THAT RAILING,
And so does my LIFE All of a sudden a tidal wave of Doctors, Nurses : Flailing
I could hear a Latin accent Over here, Over Here, Sedate Him, Sedate He’s crazy
A nurse with a syringe poked me and said Good Night I couldn’t fight ALL was Hazy
My host: Sleeps{ With one arm wrapped around the boom, other hand lifts Lenore
Together As mating Eagles We plummet into the Sunset on the Caribbean Sea’s floor}
My host is a Lifeguard, a Red Cross Certified Swimming Instructor A fish in Water
{ We Trampoline off smooth soft bronzed sand to the Sunset’s reflection atop the water}
My host Awakes
The foggy wavering images come into clarity : I see the tears in Mr. Adams Eyes
The grief on Mrs. Adams face The loss of a beloved sister in Lois and Leslie’s Eyes
Mr. Adams ”SON, You should have this, A transparent Pure White Veil : no Green Eyes
“Amigo How are you?” The monster arms, bear paw hands, tree stump shins, Devil Eyes
“I am Ishmael Cortez, I Love my Mother and Father and the way they Love each other
I have never seen LOVE as you displayed last night, You made me want to let You :Go”
My host says nothing, the pain of loss in his tears : the agony felt through a White Veil
Torment surrounds me: I’m pounding, to the symphony of misery, Enveloped I smother
Categories:
listens, death, lost love, wifeme,
Form:
Rhyme
Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses
In heaven God listens to each silent call
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...
Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,
at the footfalls of Silence....
Categories:
listens, analogy, silence,
Form:
Free verse
Nobody listens anymore,
For to listen, is a talented gift
a blessing to be, still, found.
For everybody wants to be heard,
And the noise of trying to get in a word
is so, deafening a sound.
That nobody listens anymore
and some pretend to listen with half an ear
then, half the message, is now but a lost sound
and half the lessons, have remained unlearn't.
All because there was no one to hear,
All because nobody listens anymore.
Categories:
listens, confusion, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
The largest planet
Sanctioned by the sky father
Holding my secrets
Night sky bright named for a God
Jupiter listens
Categories:
listens, planet,
Form:
Tanka