Best Make Noise Poems
They say boys don’t cry.
They say it like a promise.
Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth
and weakness is something
you have to unzip your chest to find.
I was eight
when I learned that sadness had a gender.
That girls get tissues,
and boys get told to “tough it out.”
That scraped knees get band-aids,
but broken hearts?
Those just get buried under
“man up”
and “you’ll be fine.”
I was twelve
when my dad said,
“Stop acting like a girl.”
Like emotions were diseases
and I’d caught one.
So I stopped.
Stopped crying.
Stopped talking.
Stopped needing anything
that made me look soft.
Because being soft
felt like being disposable.
And you wonder why boys break things
before they break down?
Why fists meet walls before feelings meet words?
We are taught to bottle it up—
but no one tells you what happens
when the pressure hits the glass ceiling of your skull.
I walk hallways with a smile that’s a lie.
Teachers don’t ask.
Friends don’t see.
And the counselor?
Too busy with the loud kids,
the girls who cry pretty in bathrooms.
My silence doesn’t make a scene.
It just echoes.
Some nights I scream
into pillows
so I don’t have to apologize
for having a voice.
But no one sees bruises
when they’re on the inside.
No one asks
if you're okay
when your mask fits perfectly.
And I want to tell you—
depression wears cologne too.
Anxiety knows how to laugh at jokes.
Panic attacks can come
after touchdowns and straight A’s.
I want to scream:
Check on your boys.
Check on the ones who always say, “I’m good.”
Check on the ones whose humor hits too hard,
too fast,
like they’re trying to dodge their own thoughts.
Because we are drowning
in plain sight.
We are falling
but our hands look like fists,
so no one thinks to catch us.
We are breaking
in ways that look like silence.
And silence
doesn’t make noise
until it’s too late.
Categories:
make noise, depression, gender, happiness, happy,
Form:
Free verse
I was fascinated by frogs, dinosaurs, and outer space.
Comic books, video games, and fast cars to race.
I got my clean clothes dirty and skinned my knees.
I spent my afternoons climbing high up in the trees.
Came home from the playground with shoes full of sand.
Went fishing, and held up my catch with my bare hand.
I would get on my rusty, blue bike and ride to the park.
Where we played games of tag or catch almost until dark.
After school, I would go play baseball with the boys.
Then, stay up late, listening to music and make noise.
My homework sat in my backpack and never got done.
I was too preoccupied with finding adventure and having fun.
I was the tomboy that liked building Lego block walls.
I was also a girl who played with pretty Barbie dolls.
Richard Lamoureux's Gender Bender Contest
Categories:
make noise, childhood, fun, gender, growing
Form:
Couplet
Blow loud your whistles, beat your drums,
Make noise, you inconsiderate scums!
Fatigued workers been resting above,
Wake them all up with ear piercing show!
Sleeping mother with baby at breast,
Do not deserve the much needed rest,
Yell and shout your religious decree,
And yank the sound up to full degree!
Crack coconuts on the public roads,
Litter outside shops and their abodes,
Scream out the name of your Gods aloud,
Make all the noise, their ears can afford!
If reaching god is by your noisy way,
I do not wish to come, please let me stay!
Let me seek the divine deep in my heart,
Quiet in my mind, our methods far apart!
Categories:
make noise, celebration, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Too much quiet breathes here
I miss those that are dear
They make noise in my mind
Categories:
make noise, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
I stand alone under the glittering stars
Miles away from civilization, roads and cars
It could be snow, jungles or the desert sand
But I am watchful, vigilant, with a gun in my hand
Far away in the night, my little baby cries
My wife looks alive but every second she dies
Not knowing if I will return with gifts in a bag
Or as a gift to my nation, in a body bag
My eyes though alert belies a heart empty
With occasional visions of my friends and family
My ears strain to hear the cooing of my new born
But even that doesn't deter me from doing my duty sworn
My grit doesn't waver even when there's war around
When the tranquility is broken by gunfire's sound
I stand firm in my resolve to protect this nation
Every animal, every tree, every citizen
When peace is brokered, nature steps in
Testing me, my mettle, my will to win
I never leave behind even a dog stray
My human values, beneath my uniform, on display
I am told the nation resounds today with ungrateful talking
Bad mouthing me on another power's bidding
But these voices don't matter to the likes of me
You may be a prodigal son, but you are family
So make noise, rejoice, enjoy your liberty
While I leave no stone unturned in protecting thee
Till there's life in me I shall stand tall
Ensuring that this nation will never fall
In return I ask nothing; no awards, no glory
No recognition, no remembrance, no reference in history
My duty is to my motherland and her I shall protect
My chest will be a wall to every bullet
Categories:
make noise, emotions, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
A drum with a voice I am
Active, proud and can smile
Made of cow-hide and wood
I can mime and make noise
I am here to be hired to shout
Provoked I make useful noise
Wood is my switch-board
Strike me with wooden sticks
And I dance for you twisty
Cool soothing dance
The dances of your heart
And sing for you reggae
Song of your mind for your joy
I am multi-lingual too
When given cheese, butter
I can cry with the crying
When showered with money, milk
I can laugh with the laughing
A talking drum, I ape my master
At times I am deaf and dump
Feed me not, I raise my hand not
Feed me, I postpone sleep and act
For I talk what you talk,
And hear what you hear for,
Life is a dream full of imitations
Categories:
make noise, africa, allegory, analogy, political,
Form:
Sestina
My grandson just loves to make noise
The louder the better his toys
His batteries I hide
The noise still resides
Turns out that I hid his decoys
Categories:
make noise, children, funny, people, Grandson,
Form:
Limerick
" Pirate's Kids "
Pirates bein' such the noisy bunch~
'Twouldn't surprise me 'twere true my hunch~
Bein' o'course all Pirates once were kids~
So oft then were findin' better use fer fids~
Linin' ship's decks in such orderly a fashion~
Pots pans & buckets a'taken from the galley~
Kids o'those ships with fids would be thrashin'~
On these collections known then as trap alley~
Now in this day of technology supreme~
Kids o'the kids o'those kids are still seen~
Their decks may be a'ship or even in house~
Yet that fearsome noise still does all crew arouse~
Me now havin' found a great collection of traps~
Does so now imagine if'n a special kid mayhaps~
Who's a kid o'some sailor & so inclined to make noise~
Would he I wonder in such play find his joys~
Black as pearls Polynesian & of Pacific so deep~
'Tis now the color of these traps I then so do speak~
Aye's though a question must be mayhap set aside~
'Til a time when stars apart do no longer collide~
SeaWolf
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Categories:
make noise, childhood
Form:
Rhyme
This universe is constellation of wisdom
She is not there to give you a home
Depending on you she does not, any moment
Live or die, she neither smiles nor weeps
It will be there not bothered about you
You build or destroy she cares not
For she was there before you were
She will be there after you have gone
To her, man is a figment of existence
Those who shout only make noise
The masters are shameless dreamers
In this universe of incorporeal existence
In this universe of huge ignorance
Human knowledge is full of black holes
Where activities are driven by dark matter
Even the thorniest of minds shudder in awe
Categories:
make noise, allusion, imagery, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
Warnings on the shore throw red flags at danger
Hail stones make noise on planks in anger
Attack the pirate ships that crash the lifeless rocks
The ice by now turns into rain but can't turn back
It matters not to nature that they came this way
Sailors can't see or read the color red from nights mistakes
Under the cloak of darkness observations make them blind
Nautical naivety is mean to those who have no sight to see
Drowning in new depths of ignorance
Eager to look the other way as ships collide and break
Regardless of what rocks and waves might have to say
The land will carry on with mischief
Hard objects like rocks and hail don't move alone in storms
Even though they take their toll on men and what they own
Who tries to walk on water to understand the granite black?
At dusk the damage is irrevocable on the rocks
Vulnerabilities, agendas, exposed above the surface roll
Every ship will have to pay a price when seas arise
Silence will be floating among the splinters and debris at night
Categories:
make noise, abuse, adventure, conflict, image,
Form:
Acrostic
borders drawn and refused entry
my thoughts limit themselves to their flawed counterparts
seeking answers from those who never question authority
hiding behind those who know the truth that they were merely told
wishing to be held one last time closely by someone they thought they loved
ink spills onto parchment and produces an image of long forgotten angst
smiles of hollow-headed individuals who speak in groups that never translate
portions of a broken mirror still reflect what we have yet to see
bloody fingers fumble through the mess that is organized at our ends
alliances with enemies to progress to a place that we find surreal
holding our hands out for payment and receiving just advice on how to live
smelling the acid that pours from our lips and poisons our process
holding our flag high while reciting an anthem to those below
promising that we are equal while explaining our differences
the blind will hear and the deaf will see
motors make noise and move the people forward
while all they wish to do is look back upon what they left behind
pay no attention to those who hate what you create for they do not understand original thoughts
hate has been around much too long and we must advance towards a better life
the stanzas end with a response that you never thought could be comprehended
broken down to your knees, you stand in the ruins of your collapsed dream
you smile at the skies with clouds that promise to bring relief in due time
though nothing can come close to the pain that you felt when you realized she was gone
take a star from the expanse and cast it behind your shoulder
follow the sun and lead yourself by the moon
smile no more and frown no less
we will all be together eventually
pieces of us will be reflected in broken mirrors
but we will be together
again
Categories:
make noise, best friend, conflict, death
Form:
Free verse
Every hustler has fallen.
Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching.
Calling me back, i thought i closed that door?
Slipping into darkness heating up my toes.
Rock bottom balling is a choice.
Do or die. Be heard or make noise?
Bodies traced in chalk then go void.
Last time i checked I'm dealing with faith.
like a rose that grew from under the pavement.
A hustler dies a hustler is made.
Categories:
make noise, addiction, business, dark, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
The Wind
It’s a dark night
I hear the whistling
through the trees
“Pitter patter” the sound of the rain falling
I closed all the windows and all the doors
I can still hear the rustling of the leaves
on the ground
It is Fall my favorite season of all
A chilly windy rainy night in mid-September
The wind sounds like wolves howling or like spirits who make noise at night after dark when the spirit world is closest to this world.
Categories:
make noise, earth, emotions, how i
Form:
Free verse
Where morning is new
And so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's go to that place,
Where people are strangers,
And so are we,
Where no one asks our happiness,
Nor care for our grieve,
Where neither priests preach,
Nor kazis do teach,
Where neither mosques make noise,
Nor temples show-off pride,
Where neither exist caste-creeds',
Poisonous stringers,
No existence of any minister,
Emperor nor beggar,
Where bloomed garden is found,
With heart of man kind,
You be the fragrance of flowers,
I shallbe the gentle wind,
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place,
Where day is new and so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place....."July 4, 2016
Categories:
make noise, desire, dream, emotions, freedom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A Shotgun Gleaming
Spent Shells make noise in the forceful wind
Bodies lay lifeless
Note: Still learning how to create haikus feedback and help much appreciated!
Categories:
make noise, death, violence,
Form:
Haiku