Best Low Pitched Poems

This is a poem I wrote last year for my grand children....one loves bird...future ornithologist, maybe?

Owls belong to one of two different families or classes,
Even though there are more than 216 types in their masses,
The barn owl - 18 different ones, are in one class...

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“What’s going on, what’s next?”
(Medi-Vac on the way, keep pumping!)
A faint roar and whop-whop-whop-whop
(No not there! The south-bound lane! Over...)

The median grass was newly cut but still tall
(Lean over him so the grass won’t get in his face!)
The chopper landed about 30 feet from my...

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Yes,

She

Wore a

College girl's

Skirt and sweater and

A barrette in her shoulder length 

Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago. 

She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred 

Voice that many people said was subtly...

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On a sun-filled day, and a cloudless sky 
We yearned adventure...my brother and I 
The woods out yonder- called our names 
Traveling echoes, spoke..."let's play games" 

Early aged, our thrill- playing (Hide-n-Seek) 
We'd play for hours, near "Crooked Creek" 
As I hid motionless- in a...

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As I enter the old-growth forest,
silent shadows hush whispering leaves.
And quiet descends like a curtain,
suppressing sound within its tight weaves. 

A transformation slowly takes place,
from a rough trail to a dense thicket.
And the woods swallow reality,
replacing it with something wicket.

Hairs on the back of my...

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What’s that infuriating hum,
		that droning, distant, low-pitched sound?
		No one can find its origin,
		but maybe’s and I-think’s abound.

		In my small rural area,
		not all can hear this thing that makes
		me crazy; and no city friends
		hear it at all. It even wakes

		me up. It’s worse when I’m inside.
		Earplugs...

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...With that he kicked his horse in the flanks
and charged towards Thompson and the men,
not expecting it, two of them went down
before they realized he was no longer Friend.

Now it was just Thompson and Stomping Bird
who returned fire as he charged their way.
He felt two...

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I dreamed of dancing on shards of glass
Then sweeping the mess into a crevasse
I dreamed of a mannequin acting alive
Knowing it yearned to survive and thrive

I dreamed of tying a knot with red string
While watching a hideously fat king thinking
I dreamed of hearing a low-pitched...

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The poet croons with low-pitched words 
musicians share with famous thoughts 
drones tease with gentler tunes than birds
the poet croons with low-pitched words  
some souls may stream, in stormy herds
let’s pick what’s dopest second thought
the poet croons with low-pitched words 
musicians share with famous...

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Once you walk away and close that door
You'll never be able to go home again
Your world changes once that lock clicks
Walking fast never stopping to look back

A new dimension to your life begins
Childhood becomes a precious memory
You feel nostalgia for the small moments
Butterfly kisses and...

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startled to sudden wakefulness
by the sudden lurch of the ship,
fear rose in my soul
cold, damp hull next to my berth,
I'd give 10 years of my life
to have my feet on solid earth

dark, quiet inboard
only the low pitched groans of metal
pounded by an angry, restless sea
was...

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Eve of fall
denuding of trees
No longer lush whispers heard through the leaves

A low pitched moan a creak here and there
In warning to all listening
to heed and beware

The salad days behind us
and winters hounds approach
Ravenously looking for remnants of life to poach

The air increasingly
bearing a sting...

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A circle of small white stones
brass wind chimes,
one lone, pink-blossomed cherry tree,
birds twittering
small fountain tinkling - the whole works.

I sit, empty my mind,
too much tinkling and twittering
grow restless, recite
a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.

The wind picks up
chimes tinkle -
tinkling becomes annoying,
a clanking;

Now...

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EUPHONIUM

When played, it always does it for me
The name of the instrument says it all
As if from below, a melody has grown
With its soft insistent low pitched tone
Such depth and much more than a call
A prime example in brass, of euphony
...

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A Japanese stone garden
brass wind chimes,
little birds feeding,
fountain tinkling - the whole works.

I sit, empty my mind,
intone a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.

The wind picks up,
chimes no longer tinkle -but loudly clang.
The fountain sprays itself
into my frowning face.

Frustrated,
now I can hardly hear...

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