Best Sound Wave Poems
Echoes can hide in places far and wide:
in valleys, wells, near walls, in empty rooms;
in hills and canyons and in ancient tombs.
In Chichen Itza, Mexico, there stands
a Mayan pyramid, now known and named
'New Wonder of the World'. One mystery:
this temple, built for snake god, Kukulkan-
their eminent and feathered deity,
echoes a sound, much like a chirping bird-
a bird that represents the Mayan soul;
their spirits spoke in echoes, they believed.
The visitors can stand at bottom, clap
their hands and hear the echo of a chirp.
Sound waves create distorted callings of
their native Quetzal bird as claps reflect
upon the lengthy set of stairs above.
No puzzle that this spirit chirping from
the Pyramid of Kukulkan would speak
in echo-voice of their most sacred bird.
Unknown if Mayans engineered this feat-
Unknown if spirits of their bird speak out-
Unknown if this is nature's sound-wave play.
In Chichen Itza, Mexico is found-
a Mayan pyramid, enigma-bound.
December 11, 2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: Urban Legend
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 04/30/2017
~3rd Place~
Contest: Screwed VII
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 03/21/2016
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: A Tomb of Ancient Bloom
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 03/13/2016
Written in Blank Verse - Iambic Pentameter
10 syllables, 5 feet per line.
Silence
the gift of time
a wink
a strike
that lights a candle
a breath
that bops a gong
a smile
that rings a bell
a mind
that stirs a chime
that stops
and listens
till the very last sound wave
travels
resonates
through air
giving
the gift of time
one precious moment
eternity in a capsule
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE TIME WE ARE GIVEN~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on June 18, 2019
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
Lacing his fingers together with mine
Easing down gently into his arms on cloud nine
Trailing the scent of his presence
Tempting memories to stay forever quintessence
In the mind, heart and soul never letting go
Nor be dampened by drizzles in the plateau
Gliding towards a life worth living
Gathering inner strength for moments worth reliving
Opening doors to move forward through forgiving
Words unspoken lay heavy in the heart
A reminder to the soul, "Be brave"
When world events try to tear us apart
We should go with the flow, surf the sound wave
Let nature moves you
when apathy settles in
unwinding is bliss
We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good
I want to not only touch your heart but to hold it against me.
To open the eyes to a journey that is neither here nor there.
I see a soft caress through the hair;
A finger touched across the brow;
A loving hand cupped at The cheek;
A firm place of hands that hold to say Don't be scared.
To only end with arms encircling.
These are for not only hearing words;
But tones;
The rise and fall of each word as it is spoken.
To close your eyes and listen case ach sound wave crosses time and brings you to where you now stand.
Allow yourself to feel what each word speaks and feed whom you want to be.
Wisely appoint your fingers to your lips to show yourself genuine, original and real.
Whether it be a smile, a tsk tsk;
Always place them gently no matter where they be.
Upon an eye;
Upon a cheek;
Upon another's soul;
Softly take what is given and return it that much more in a passionate way.
Use your eyes to talk to someone and never say a word.
Hold their eyes in yours and say;
I love you;
I care;
I need you;
Only in a second all the words not spoken are there.
A change as quick as the beat of anheary will capture and engulf them with either;
Love
Hate or tears
Let yourself take In the aromas by filling your lungs with breath.
Ah
The sweet lifting scents that seem to glide across your skin and carry the speeding of your heart.
With each individual flood of smell that you seem to touch
Let it have enthrallment of which you need to live.
By Christy Teas
Shout among the wind the mirror is broken
Witness intend sound wave voltage of time
Learn me now learn me well oh well
News to a belt man nights that fog the heaven
Underneath the earth is warmed warmed so hot that it gives chills
To the moon that type of warm is my type of love
Learn me now learn me well oh well
Beneath the layer of the earth is the finest part of a mine
A mind of a man that seek the dam for dam nature
Recon side of answer what shallow melt of earth divide
Such warm from her
Learn me now learn me well oh well
Faces is fact not sure to stream the earth as chaos a merge who would
Warm the shelter the heart of the heaven dessert it or to just
Believe of a heart.
A sudden
sonoluminescence
manifested
in a river of eyes,
a sigh drawing
vision
The spray of their rays
issued into a void
barren of illumination,
its essence devoured
with the absence
of brilliance
Broken skies
illuminated with scars,
fragmented earth
felt the first radiance,
one burst
bequeathed life
Startled orbs
can now perceive
with no sight,
folded forms
can now move
like untied kites
A desolate darkness
was extinguished,
with an inexplicable
sound wave of light
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CATERWAUL
A sound unpleasant to the EAR
A screeching LUTE that’s loud and CLEAR
A sound that makes your hackles CRAWL
An EAR-drum pierced by sound wave AWL
A WART, an ULCER; leaves you RAW
No TRUCE, a WAR, against the LAW
It might sound like a Raven’s CAW
A blackboard that’s been scratched by CLAW
A CURT and very CRUEL CUT
Of sound stuck in an awful RUT
If painted it won’t be ECRU
That’s beige in ART if you’ve no CLUE
If drink, it would be bitter ALE
If read, a dark and haunting TALE
It wouldn’t be the cup of TEA
For RAT or CAT or even WE
It’s something that you’re sure to RUE
Right on CUE I swear it’s TRUE
You can’t believe the WEAR and TEAR
The sounds that come without a CARE
It tastes like something you just ATE
Way too spicy, way too LATE
It leaves a taste like old road TAR
Not CUTE; no CURE and there you ARE
CATERWAUL
Mdailey 6/2/12
Tea in the tea pot starts brewing, Leaving its lid rattling. Milk cooker too starts whistling, Its tea time in the early morning. Amidst, the birds chirping and leaves bustling, Every sip with sound, I keep enjoying.
I really wonder what makes this sound, Which gives us joy in profound. It’s a simple harmonic motion, Leading to an oscillation. A Compression followed by rarefaction, helps the medium in sound wave propagation.
Pleasant notes to the ear, Always I prefer to hear. Music of the strings and notes of air column, Beats of drum all sound in rhythm. Intensity, pitch, frequency all matter, Echo is also required to batter.
Written April 6, 2015; 3:39 PM
The night's at rest
The darkness is idyllic
The last words must be said
I must kiss you goodbye
The space binds the law of attraction
When my heart met yours
The universe feels the buoyant force
When my soul found yours
But the last words must be said now
For I’am leaving soon
While our galaxies apart,
Don't forget the cohesion,
of my soul and the moon
Our love is in every star
Connecting our hearts from over 1,926 miles apart
Love, look outside for the moon,
And the rays will reflect "I love you"
Those last three words are for you
Recorded, like a reflected sound wave;
Like a doppler effect,
Away but will never fade
Like the gravity that holds an object
Like the laminar flow of the water
Like the sweet magnetic shadow above
Our love will continue to the moon and back
The power of words can never be overestimated.
They bring us up, pull us down, embrace us, hurt us, cause us to instantly laugh or cry.
Wars have been fought over them, families have been destroyed by words.
Lovers have separated, never to be reunited after the wrong ones were used in anger or haste.
Words have caused heart ache, misunderstandings, and lifelong feuds.
They have more power in the mouths of parents than any other weapon in their arsenal.
Words are often relived and re-felt over and over for a person’s entire lifetime.
People need to stop and think at least a second or two before using them, and certainly
Look them over several times, before they publish them.
Words can uplift people, make them feel glad they know you, but they
Can also devastate and destroy a person, making them feel sad, put down.
Like bullets, words can never be fully taken back, never totally forgotten or forgiven.
Once they are out there, whether in a sound wave, or on paper, they represent you.
Be careful, my friends. A reputation is with you for a long time,
and some people are not good at giving second chances.
Words, the most powerful of arsenals.
Reverberation time too can revert,
Noisy sound can avert. Room acoustics, diatonics and Heptatonics, Are tools for sound wave diagnostics Melodious is sound characteristics, When science is applied in its informatics.
In a grave like silence, With no natural essence. My hearts recalls, All the mesmerizing calls. When sounds cease , I cannot stop shouting sound please.
For Ameer
A boy’s laughter
Rolled off his tongue
And created butterflies
Within my soul
I imagined his little feet
Running bare across
The plush carpet
His toes gripping the threads
A boy’s laughter
Sent a shock through my spine tonight
His chuckle a glorious sound wave
Crashing against the shore
Pummeling toward my heart
With his innocence
With his laughter that he can’t stop
A Child’s Laughter
Saved my Soul