Best Noise Poems

It started with one utterance 
that grew into a shout.
That cry grew louder in his ear.
He could not get it out.

The bellowing prolonged itself,
and then one cry was two.
His frightened eyes searched faces on
the teeming avenue.

On the edge of reason then,
he gaped at strangers’ lips,
but...

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Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp -

the invisible, 
that speak meaning to us, 
whispering their sagacious platitudes,
we see them briefly, then, 
they disappear into the cracks...

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In Chibok,
An IED finds it way 
Into the mind of a savage sect
And made good use of the emptiness.

In helplessness,
Some school girls are bundled up
From their school compound; 
Taken for a noisy ride into Sambisa;
From where they will forget 
Their mothers’ voices.

On the tube,
There is...

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tsunami commands 
mother earth to tremble --
demons unburied

blue skies of water 
pour out devastation --
crashing tears thunder

thunderous booms of
explosions in aftermath --   
resilience conquers



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 9, 2012
for Nature the Destroyer contest (PD)
first place...

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From the moment that you shut that door
I knew that things had changed
I am not the man I was
For I'm broken and deranged

Empty thoughts now steal my mind
I do not feel the same
You've taken all I've given you
And offered me the blame

With each breath I...

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Noise in her Mind

I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
                        we share beauty and bedlam boudoir...

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T errific and terrible, loud and unrelenting, I am suddenly
H ammered by a head splitting, grating screech, as the
E mergency Broadcast Signal blatantly blares from my TV.

N early every glass rattles and shatters, because the
O N button is stuck on its highest setting possible!
I try...

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The wind produced a flapping sound. 
I looked from treetops to the ground
but wasn’t able to decide
its origin, though hard I tried.

The wind died down. I read my book
there in my comfy front-porch nook.
When once again the cool breeze stirred,
the loud, distracting sound I heard.

Then...

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indescribable,
untranscribable ~ 
imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume
spiraled me into a quandary
of dirty laundry, penance,
no superintendents in attendance

I come from ragged boys, no poise,
just noise ~ a quiver of quavers,
no saviors of silence,
but if some sap sullies our sister
we'll flatten him

you come from platinum
a blessed nest...

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Voices no longer talk but yell.
Angry legions, carrying banners
along burning streets,
have infiltrated the Temple quiet
with the unholy noise of hell. 
Rage has been elevated 
to the status of virtue, 
division into a hymn.

Soon, fiery eyed militia,
banging their drums, 
will be knocking on your door 
to...

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You yelled and screamed but all I heard was noise, because you didn't take the time to speak.






9-19-17
Alexis Y....

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Where the grass is green
The air clear and fresh
We find ourselves 
Back where we belong
In nature's embrace
With birdsong, wildflowers 
And trees of various hues

Choked with fumes
Amid faceless buildings
Where the growl of traffic rules
On crowded streets
We scurry in anonymity
To our daily drudgery
Our solace,  the journey...

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kick and swish

    crunch and swirl

autumn leaves

    playful whirl...

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There’s a fluttering in my attic;
something’s alive up there.
The cat is getting frantic
and I dread going up the stairs.

I hope that it’s a bird,
rather than a bat;
unless I have misheard,
oh, I’d better get a hat.

I recall my sister’s hair,
when a bat flew into it;
it truly...

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Repair

There is a fragment of psychosis left behind,
by the illusion of leverage.
My personal resolution to stop the sinkhole
From becoming a derelict tourist trap,
has fallen short of success.
I drop to my knees to request more time.
The raised and beveled edge of my heart is guarded,
It is...

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