Best Murmur Poems

she feels cold, chilled,
as though an icy frost
has blanketed her..

it is mid summer
the sun is scorching
vibrant hues of orange..

yet she feels numb
her pain is not visible
to the naked eye..

she is silent, without words
all she hears is her own murmur
unaudible sounds; they frighten her..

the flapping wings...

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My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards
of my chest
What scares me isn't the furnace inside it
It isn't all the hate and ignorance

It shuffles on its cane
Buh bump
Buuuuuuh bump
Buhbump
Dragging slowly, out of time

Learned it from his dad,
He told me.
Maybe his uncle
Maybe his brother 
Maybe his grandfather
Maybe...

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In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations,
a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul,
how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days
clinging to my heart, roots entangled
in memories, ever-present, yet invisible.
Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander,
a pilgrim...

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I 
began
amongst rocks
a soft murmur
chattering until I met the river



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December 6, 2015

Tetractys
Theme - a stream
Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Language of Water 
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud

First Place...

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When I begin to pray, I hear the sound of His Kalimba play 
soft as the murmur of the rain  each note arrives in disarray  
wild flowers wafting through the breeze  
folded hands to chest down on my knees 
every bloom inside...

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Don’t Just Murmur


1.

WHAT?

Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool 
                                  Of...

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When your night seems longer than others
The cloud looks thicker than ever
The storm sounds stronger than others
When your way turns narrower than ever
The tides tends tedious than others
Remember He who calms the storm
Wait don't murmur

When the sun and the moon
Are hidden from your sight
And only...

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The wind blows in and out
It seems time is going somewhere,
The beauty of a smile is not designed to be selfish,
The beauty of a blowing wind
Is meant to be part of a sunset by the evening sea.
The murmur of my memories,
Makes my time float,
And dance...

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Whispers speak to me…
Gently floating into my still mind…
Guiding me like a beacon to stay on the truth course…
Whispers speak to me…
Ever so softly into my ear, as I sit quietly in silence…
Providing answers to questions of this life…
Whispers speak to me…
Within feelings, allowing them...

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There is a murmur among the leaves
 As they rustle in the wind
 They know the utter of that distant drum
 will soon have their foliage thinned
  Then they'll take flight to season's strum

 So deep the sigh of the summer breeze
 As autumn...

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Murmur softly in repose
My dreams are bare asleep
I need to hear your words again
Your echo resounds deep

Murmur softly 'pon my ear
Say your dreams are of my own
Tell me that you'll wish anew
With soft murmur in the morn...

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O' save us will you?
Will you save us?

forlorn,forgotten children
anarchy sinners, 
those who grin at the broken, the dying

O' save us will you?
Will you save us?

Us who lust for fires that damage
Us who lust for fragmented existences
Jagged,jaded,bloodied, and your reflections

O' save your mirrored dark, your damp,violent...

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rain whispers …pitter patter, pitter patter, 
                    Bougainvillea sways … with lemon-scented breeze…
              ...

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I stand barefoot in the golden yellow sand, 
yearning for your tender touch, 
as you steadily approach with gentle steps;

I see the vast sea softly dousing the shore, 
and my words come out in a gasp of sob, 
as I utter your name in fond...

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Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits. 
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts. 
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go....

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