Best Philosophysound Poems
The sound of Meaning
Wailing emotions
Whimpers with grief
At Logic’s intentions
The sound of Purpose
Whistling to dance
Spits in the face
Of theorized Chance
The sound of Judgment
Thunders with treason
Struggles to balance
Logic and Reason
The sound of Fate
Laughs and cries
Gets to decide
Truth from Lies
The sound of Liberty
Throats are sore
Strongly resembles
The sound of War
The sound of War
Snickers at Judgment
For human Logic
Serves punishment
The sound of Logic
Deafening with hate
Easily dispatches of
Purpose and Fate
The sound of Meaning
Wailing emotions
Whimpers with grief
At Logic’s intentions
the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise
the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface
the pulmonary sponge expands its alveolum
to the sea of pre-prejudice aroma
a hand of outlining mass tolerates its first electric mutation
when caressing the iron rod
a sucker mouth inflames the nipple
savoriing milk and saliva secretion
...the pilgrimage of experience through the layers of time
pulverizes ego into oblivion
the being-enemy alloys tender wisdom
and death arrives with torch tongues
incinerating the decadent organs
and blushing illuminating existence
silence, brightness-light
the sound waves weave sonatas
with limpid multicolored rays
A voice…
Or perhaps a sound produced
Is priceless to all kinds
A voice to have
Yours only to own
To use
To talk and speak a thousand words
Your special trait
Your unique sound of speech
Your best way of communicating
Is unique; is different
From all others
You never know, how important and valuable it is
Until you lose it for a definite period of time
You never know the words you could’ve said
But sometimes you wish, just wish
If you better used it
A person with no voice
Is like…
An unchanged fought battle
You can see it, but you are helpless
To do anything to change it
It’s like…
You see a taken-right
Or experience unfairness
But with no voice
No sound to be produced
You are helpless
To take your right, to fight for other
To speak, but listen strongly
In a world where sound reigns,
And an era where sound adorns,
Seldom silence too sounds,
Even without a single wave formed,
Conveying everything even untold,
One among the unlimited expressions of nature,
A reliable expression for every creature,
Silence of breeze a matter of exaggeration for poets,
Even silence of the Last Prophet makes a solid statement for the believers,
Statue of Buddha in silence revealing peace and non violence,
Prayers to the God revivifying it into spirits in silence,
Tajmahal unveiling its majesty and magnificence,
While alone on a full moon night, in silence,
So at times silence angelic,
Sometimes terrific,
While in a graveyard or on the Day of Judgment,
At times tragic, when kept mum against,
the evils and vicious around by…..
Doesn’t silence sounds well….? Reciprocate at least in a sigh.
I flow through life like a fish swims through water./ Words ooze from my mouth like honey
from the comb./ This sweet sticky mess of language is enticing,/ holding me firm in a
makeshift reality of thought./ True freedom can never be bought,/ only thought,/ only felt,/
stop writing your name!/ True essence can never be spelled./ Only felt,/ truly known inside
the confines of your heart,/ out of your head,/ out of this world!/ Outside this lie of concrete
and glass./ I want you to bury your life in the earth to make up for lost time./ Wash your
eyes out; most of us can't tell the city from the slime./ Look at the sky scrapers!/ Eaten away
by lime.../ But I will waste no more time./ I will do my dance, in the midst of the plants./
Living to passion, reality and air./ Toasting to water, beauty, and the wind through my hair./
And I live with every care./ I see our end, I know where we're going./ Like a baby lulled to
sleep by the sound of her mothers sewing./ This sound is called silence, /the antidote to
violence.