Best Sound Off Poems
In the soft moonlight
Sweet homemade cream caramels
Night symphony Jazz
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If I am holding on to nothing it is the forecast weather of her,
If the words come out a little slower just know every word is necessary,
Yawning of thoughts it is all between me and you,
High life shoulder to cry on let it bleed for you,
If temples is to love some one else would the ladder of success be slander,
If mold and grease pill the skin like lemons to scrambler time ticks,
Hours second tone beat of a heart beat,
Yawning heart beat tear from limbs,
Guess of night appease for not a thrill,
Eyes that roll circle like diamond to cashier,
To witness it can I tell it like teller void the question,
But ideal reach out for question,
High life shoulder to cry on let it bleed for you,
Back to the temple on knees to prayer a pond,
See as a man wont a strong sophistication woman is no doubt this days,
Search of wont shower the affection kill time,
Hours second tone beat of a heart beat,
For it to bleed for you or is it a necessity of need for you,
Guessing of time guessing situation reverse sound of clause,
High life shoulder to cry on let it bleed for you,
My heart it bleed for what is it of,
Kindled Spirits,
One is alike,
Once again,
One is alike,
Sound off.
I have no desire to hear the worlds words
rather would I the chirping of birds
to hear the clapping of leaves in the breeze
whirring of hummingbirds wings of the bees
Or the babbling sounds of the brook
the rumbling of earth when its being shook
the patter upon my roof of the rain
the sounds of the city care I to abstain
I love the plunging of waves upon rocks
detest the noise of the ticking of clocks
road blare of wheels upon tar and cement
or clamor of crowds who attend an event
The racket of what some people call song
which clashing smashing banging belong
but the voices of wolves howling by moon
or soulful longing in notes of the loon
the rustle and whisper of wind in the wheat
tender the note of a newborn lambs bleat
expressions of nature when its in play
I want to hear what the animals say
The laughter of children learning a game
squawks of chickens and sheep that are tame
the wail of wind through a window crack
splitting of thunder lighting nights black
The chill on the spine from a low growl
so quiet you can hear the drop of a towel
music that lifts the breath of ones soul
the crackle of ice which freezes a pole
the echoes in canyons when you give a call
snapping of trees when in a storm fall
the rustle and flush the dog and the pheasant
their decent upon my ears very pleasant
I want to hear the sounds of Gods garden
when the trial is over I've got a full pardon
the voices of those whose hearts that I love
when I hear these its you I think of
These are the things that to my heart speak
sounds of the ones newborn pats of baby feet
take me away from Babylon's din
the screeching and static created by men
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We wear are days on our skin
Truth seeking pilgrims in the land of the grim
So long ago the winds rustle in,
Lost cities filled with neighborhood friends
We wake up to a day we try and defend
Useless wars we wage to the end
Betting on stars to the bitter end
Cosmic chapters and newest trends
Hillside views and perfect spots
Mangled up bones and flowerpots
Surface allusion and sandy thoughts
To go on forever or just sound off......
Eight men
One objective
Countouts holds the combat
In penalty for 2 minutes
Disqualification holds the
Combatants for 4 minutes
( they gotta get it in)
Mid way through four men
Will team for one score
That team to them divide
( they say it's the same song
Just the harmony is different)
Two teams no DQ
Two teams no countout
Team Challenge
Last two men
Winner takes all
Bankday Brawl
Trophy Series
Tally up the scores.