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 of a crow
startle her, it's massive black wings
seemingly come straight at her..
the lull of the waves soothes her
she feels safe, cocooned, mesmerized
by the vastness of the sparkling ocean..
it is at this moment
she feels a strength from within
a murmur in her soul speaking to her..
guiding her, comforting her
letting her know she is not alone
as the wind sings a melodic tune..
she feels a comfort she thought long lost,
never to be felt again
while the murmur of the wind sings to her..
as the chill slowly subsides
a flock of snow white geese
dance gracefully in the rays of the sun..
she feels a warmth from within
as she giggles at the tickling
of the sand squishing between her toes..
where darkness once lived
she now sees a glimmer of light
from the sky, ocean and murmur of the wind..
she laughs and gleefully shouts
"i will be ok", i am but a mere speck of sand
tenderly guided by; the murmur of the wind.
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d
i
s
s
o
l
v
e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
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 his sister
Maybe his nephew
"We got weak hearts son" he said
"I found my father holding hands with his and that's how you'll find me, too."
I ran.
I couldn't find him like that.
I put my ear to my son's chest every day.
rain whispers …pitter patter, pitter patter,
Bougainvillea sways … with lemon-scented breeze…
wind rustles tinkling cadence of love…
a panorama of pearlescent clouds glides by …carrying dreams from yonder hills
drip drop rain…swish me to an enchanting wonderland..
where a meandering river hums a perfect lullaby
I want to whisper to you..a melody emanated from rhapsody of mellifluous birds
in exuberance of their happiness
can’t hold their joy, want to share with the world,
a message … murmuring, muttering in a doting hushed voice ,
….we found each other... at last …..
July 14, 2021
For " Whispers" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
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 lost in the vastness of my own histories,
each moment a pearl on a golden thread,
its brilliance heavy, a chain of yesterdays
binding my wings, a song of lingering shadows.
Dawn is a promise, an untouched canvas,
but my fingers tremble, stained with the ink of the past,
how can I paint tomorrow’s rays, when the sunset still persists,
its colors bleeding into the dawn sky,
a silent protest against the birth of something new.
In the garden of my mind, old flowers wither,
their bittersweet perfume, the memory of another time,
each petal a turned page, a lived story,
how can new buds burst forth, when the soil is saturated
with echoes of past days, roots deeply imprinted
in the sacred earth.
The river of time flows, an eternal current,
yet in its depths, the shadows of yesterday swim,
how to navigate these waters, to find a new beginning,
when the undertow of the past pulls at my heart,
its whispers a siren song, drawing me back to shores
paved with fragments of who I once was.
But perhaps, in this dance of shadows and light,
there lies a hidden grace, a gentle acceptance,
that echoes of yesterday need not be chains,
but threads woven into the tapestry of my becoming,
each memory a brushstroke, not a burden,
a part of the whole, the story revealed.
For the moon rises as the sun sets, an eternal cycle,
and in this cosmic rhythm, I too can find my place,
how to begin anew, I wonder,
embracing the symphony of past days,
letting them sing, but not define the melody,
for in the depths of the heart, possibility blooms,
a phoenix reborn from the ashes of what once was.
I
began
amongst rocks
a soft murmur
chattering until I met the river
_______________________
December 6, 2015
Tetractys
Theme - a stream
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Language of Water
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
First Place
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 of me, contains His ample loving ray
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 the stars raise your hope
For a new dawn
Wait don't murmur
When the road tends rougher than ever
And thorns adorn your path
Leaving you with so many scars
When your mates are ridding in so many cars
Remember the head that was crowned with thorns
Wait don't murmur
When darkness covers your path
And uncertainty describes
the prospect of your steps
As you trudge along the path of life
You dash your feet against unseen stones of life
Wait don't murmur
When wounds from falling adorn your legs
Remember He was wounded for your sins
Fears from cares all around you
From the silence of the mid night
Going gets tougher, stopping becomes criminal
Even at a saver terminal
Going seems into despair
Wait don't murmur
When the past keep pulling
The present keep pushing
And in your heart you asked
What holds the future?
Where lies the fortune?
When every ringing tone sounds faulty
You feel more haughty
Sure i know you are not naugty
But almost choked with the pressure of the trio
Remember the one that holds and shapes the future
Wait don't murmur
Yet press forward
Into the future unseen but real
When you are there
It shall be unfolded
Seen and real
Because the same future
Is not as far-away
As you thought or were told
But the presets and the re-sets
In the present
Just remember who was and is
And who is to come
Wait don't murmur
Murmur is the mother of
murder
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 to be; not identifying them as who I am…
Whispers speak to me…
Within that my eyes see…
The subtle glowing of a tree’s life force…
Reminds me we are more than this society…
Whispers speak to me…
Within my energy vibration…
Awakening me from a forgetful sleep…
Uniting my soul to the place that created its beingness…
Whispers speak to me…
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 with the autumn dying leaves.
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.
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 hope;
Come, oh love, breathe life into my weary soul
and wrap around me playfully,
touching my warm cheeks with your cool breath;
Hearing your soft murmur of angst
wafting smoothly into my ears,
I whisper in your ears my aches of love
and heave a sigh of soothing relief..
Date: 04/30/2021
Submitted for: Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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 begins to whisper to the leaves
Soon summer will gasp, and breathe goodbye
As autumn with its brushstroke weaves
A chartreuse and crimson hue
4-28-2021
Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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
In the quiet murmur of the night, where shadows whisper secrets,
I wandered through the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Seeking a semblance of sense in this chaotic world,
Yearning for a happiness that eludes the grasp of mortal hands.
I wove stories, intertwining threads of hope and illusion,
Building castles out of words, delicate and fragile,
I created lies that fit perfectly, like pieces of a flawless puzzle,
Hoping to transform this somber reality into a paradise of dreams.
The stars above seemed to sing a melancholic tune,
Their shimmering light a reminder of distant, unattainable joy,
I wanted all things to seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense.
In the depths of my mind, I painted scenes of joy,
A world where sorrow was but a distant memory,
Where laughter echoed through the valleys of our hearts,
And love bloomed like flowers in an eternal spring.
But the truth, oh the truth, lingered at the edges of my thoughts,
A shadow that couldn't be banished by mere fantasies,
And yet, I clung to my creations, these fragile tapestries of delight,
For in them, I found solace, a refuge from the harshness of the world.
I created lies, beautiful and intricate,
So that they all fit perfectly, like stars in an aligned constellation,
And for a moment, in the stillness of my reverie,
I transformed this sad world into a parody.
But as dawn approached, with its unforgiving light,
The illusions began to dissipate, like mist in the morning air,
And I was left with the stark reality of our existence,
A world that is both beautiful and cruel, full of joy and despair.
Yet even in the fading of my dreams,
I found a bittersweet comfort,
For in the act of creation, in the weaving of my tales,
I touched upon the essence of our shared humanity,
And in that fleeting moment, we were all united,
In the pursuit of a happiness that, though elusive,
Gave us reason to dream, to hope, to believe.
And so, with each passing day, I continue to weave,
Stories that dance between reality and fantasy,
In the hope that, one day, our collective dreams
Will transform this sad world into a true paradise.