Best Muffling Poems
The Fall of The Winter King
He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.
His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.
A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.
Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.
The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.
Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.
Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.
The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.
As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King.
John G. Lawless
1/11/2015
For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest
Categories:
muffling, flower, nature, seasons, spring,
Form:
Epic
On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley.
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the broken branches of the skeletal oak on the corner
As if they relished the fate of the cruelly stripped leaves.
I saw a hundred crows there.
How many make a murder?
Black pointy wraiths;
Scattered commas lined up like
Iron shavings stuck
To magnetic branches.
Dull steel skies slid in vast arcs around them.
Sprinkling windy foreboding,
Their clouds reached down
To Collect their talons.
So many eyes I know they see
Spiny black needles poking out of me.
Bloodless murder, muffling gray gauze No need to caw…,
A hundred crows see it all.
Categories:
muffling, green, weather,
Form:
Narrative
Clouds hang low, muffling the maple-covered mountainside.
Fog rises from a saturated earth, weakly wetting a soft breeze.
Mist maintains the connection 'tween earth and eternity.
Within the gloom, where barren treetops scrap the sky, twigs green.
Hope springs with random bits of color to the opened mortal eye.
Soon, soon, a brighter pallet will appear, light will live.
A gray day lies upon the wane and weary eye of morn.
Soon, wind-born blossoms wipe the cinders from the pale eye of sol,
melting the chill of fog and mist, warming the home of man.
First Published by Mused: BellaOnLine Literary Review 2015
Categories:
muffling, hope,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Silently white snow falling
Covering the ground in a pristine blanket
Purest white, luminous in the night
Muffling the silence of the night
Into an even deeper reflection
Stillness not of the head, but of the soul.
I sit quiet and let the blank spaces fill me
Driving out the pain
Driving out the sadness
Driving out the regret
Filling my emptiness with cold solace
Slowly the snow stops
Night sky is revealed
An ebony quilt covered in dust-like jewels
Too numb to twinkle.
Dark trees reach winding limbs to catch the stars
No wind moves them ,
Or disturbs the spliced flakes
No wind cries in the night
No animal howls its loneliness,
No crying from my heart
I am filled with stillness.
Categories:
muffling, space,
Form:
Light Verse
All was hushed this eerie dawn
For ash had claimed the day
Disguising shape and muffling noise
Enshrouding all in grey--
Long the haze had swathed the cliffs
In veils of silver white
Till overnight like fleeting soot
It vanished with the light.
Any Poem
Categories:
muffling, dark, morning,
Form:
Other
What is the color of love?
Is it red?
Pink, purple, the color of lilacs,
Yellow, daisies, butterflies in the stomach,
glitter and unicorns,
skipping through a garden?
What is the color of pain?
Is it blue?
Brown, dead orange leaves,
grey, chrysanthemums and carnations,
pitch black, with the muffling sound of a thousand bees?
Categories:
muffling, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
When silent tears of her aching heart fall
Cry of the lonely night is seldom heard
Muffling her sound against a callous wall
Facing choice stark in dread of fate’s call
Alone she bemoans of dreams deferred
When silent tears of her aching heart fall
Enduring deep pain her emotions squall
Concealing the blows of bashing incurred
Muffling her sound against a callous wall
Sensing signs of impending harm, fears befall
As bawl of her laments remains unheard
When silent tears of her aching heart fall
Her stone-cold beats in servitude thrall
From passions parched and love interred
Muffling her sound against a callous wall
Shattered tones of her heartbeats appall
Repelled by futility of the vows conferred
When silent tears of her aching heart fall
Muffling her sound against a callous wall
January 19, 2020
HM: Strand choice 10 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
muffling, abuse, angst, love hurts,
Form:
Villanelle
From Noonlight to Moonlight
I'll chance to mention a jaunt once took, along a sloping ridge; coming up steady o'er jakes ravine, cross the creaking pinewood bridge, tethering up the hosses, to a half charred lightening stricken tree; we gazed right down the 'scarpment at cattle roaming free after muffling up our riding boots in swathes of Hessian brown; stooping right over we made our way, by the darker shadowed ground, we got to to a stand of trees, that offered the needed hide; scuttling there as quick as quick, until we were inside made sure no herders were present, heard no sounds borne on the breeze; we picked out a couple of young heifers, this side of some bouldered scree then raising our crossbows silently, as moonglow licked each bolt; we loosed ..Whoosk.! the thuds)) sounded so strong you almost felt the jolt.: did i see a gleam in Mikkies eye?? could it be a heartfelt tear?? I said we had no real choice you know, my voice edged with tension & fear, a quick smile shot right back at me, as gazing deep in my eyes; she gave a hard kick into my shin, catching me by surprise!! saying now while I' affix the lariats Joe, you vamoose up the mountainside; get the horses and drags back soon, in case the rancher makes a ride, so I lit out for the ridge crest, my heart was beating wild." While swearing that damn hussey's more capricious than a wayward child; once on the ridge i scramble down, back to the waiting steeds quickly pulling the halters loose, my mind intent on speed!! soon I'm back with Mikkie, we pull the heifers onto the drags; then we're coaxing our horses up that draw!! headed for the safety of our own distant and shadowy crags. copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk
Categories:
muffling, cowboy-western,
Form:
Rhyme
A. W. Nutter
In the darkness is where I love to dwell
Atrocities performed will send me to hell
A ladies perfume assaulting my senses
My mind visualizing the sensual caresses
She walks alone on a moonlit night
Unaware of the demon hidden out of sight
Grabbing her quickly, muffling her objections
Excitement builds as I gain her submission
No hero to save this damsel in distress
As the blade of my knife shreds her dress
Naked and vulnerable, I tie her to the stone
Many have died on this sacrificial throne
Pleading for mercy only fuels my desire
My passion building with an internal fire
Only one way to quench the erotic flame
To her body and soul, I must lay claim
Holding her tightly, I gaze into her eyes
The cold steel slowly piercing her side
Advancing toward the girls racing heart
Needing to be ready when her soul departs
Writhing in pain, my lady meets her death
My lips on hers catching the final breath
The soul acquired, sexual release attained
Falling from the stone, physically drained
Dawn shines a light on my transgression
For a lingering moment I ponder salvation
I feel the perversion rekindling the flame
Powerless to stop this erotic game
Categories:
muffling, angst, death, imagination, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
THE UNREPENTANT VIRAGO
Named for a man, my treason’s not my own
My tantalising tales tame his temerity
As I cling to the cliff-hanger
Of my own biopic, my to-be-tested verity
He claims I am inevitable as the ocean
And my head will roll, be beached upon the sand
And he will come and take me by the hand.
I will scream loudly history’s muffling cry
Show female slavery, oppression till he wonders why
The goddess in him was quenched, and died of thirst
He thinks then that I will be the first
To bandage up his Achilles heel with Elastoplast!
Published, I’ m not damned, but live with gumption
I’m here to fix his arrogant presumption.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
muffling, culture, irony, woman,
Form:
Sonnet
The blue skies are calling us
To sail away in halcyon days
Nature tells us to slowly hush
“Listen to the voice of god” she says
The iridescent farm was east
Beside the chapel, where we once played
Scooped up chicken eggs
and had a nice feast
When you said me how the moon glazed
Above like a midnight star
when I saw the smile
On your face, calm, angelic and serene
At a distant, a soft and sliver chime
Was hear muffling across the green
You promised to be with me forever
But without you, my heart’s broken
In a million pieces that I can’t put back ever
Winter’s never been so cold and frozen
As I lay under the cosmic starlight
Hearing the whisper of the tides
The church bell rang, giving me hope that I might
See you in the same warm winter’s night
Categories:
muffling, childhood, inspiration, literature, lonely,
Form:
ABC
>center>Sadly I sensed his heart slipping away.
Head on my pillow,
I dwelled in a dreamscape of denial,
muffling all thoughts of losing him
until I woke in my bed alone.
Draping across my shoulders
the old sweater he’d left behind,
his scent provided comfort.
But then I paused and realized
I was still at the edge of denial.
*Words used for Andrea and Susan’s contest: slipping, pillow, dwelled, denial, muffling, woke, draping, paused, edge
Categories:
muffling, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
When all around was cold and white,
The kindly monk set out that night;
His dogs were trusty, he was strong,
Prepared to search the whole night long.
He covered miles of icy ground
And wouldn’t stop until he found
The orphans stranded in the snow -
His dogs would know which way to go.
The blizzard blinding, muffling noise,
The friar prayed he’d find the boys.
His dogs discovered huddled forms:
The brothers frozen in the storms.
Alas, the monk arrived too late,
And wept about the children’s fate.
For Isaiah’s Let It Snow contest, inspired by the picture of a monk and his St Bernard dogs
Categories:
muffling, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Smoggy, foggy, damp and cloggy,
cloyingly moist, feeling soggy,
lost in a shroud of stratus cloud
muffling the voices of the crowd.
Whirling, swirling, wraith-like curling,
absorbing the light, as dark unfurling
it reflects the moak, thick as smoke
all life hidden in its nebulous cloak.
Categories:
muffling, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
The mounting manifestation of your mistrust
Has been the source of the confusion that separates us
The asinine allegations that you hurl at me
Are only to deflect your own dishonesty
Your constant unfounded and unproven accusations
Are most certainly the expression of intensifying intimidation
Terrified by the power that I possess
you would opt to see me overshadowed, outshined and oppressed
you have continually conspired to weaken my pride
Would you prefer that I cower, recoil, or hide?
The Optical illusions of your minds trickery
Have distorted you perception of our reality
I am not your property, asset or possession
Worthy to be respected, not met with aggression
You have annihilated my opinions, forced me into silence
Restraining my insight is the cruelest form of violence
Asphyxiating me with you idiotic uncertainty
Smothering my peace with your moronic misery
Suppressed by your suspensions long enough.
I have shed my fears, I have discovered my worth
I refuse to quietly follow in your frightening footsteps
Muffling my shouts: I can no longer accept
I am freeing my thoughts and releasing these words.
I have found my voice and now I demand to be heard
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Categories:
muffling, confusion, introspection, me, me,
Form:
Free verse