Best Stone Deaf Poems

Tears fall that I cannot make 

Trembling legs but I do not shake

Screaming pain but I feel numb

Loud cries but I am always dumb

Seeing it...

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THE LONGEST DAWN PART 3 H.C.SONNETS

There is nothing, everything, pain and joy
We can’t go back, struggle on for their sakes 
A blank sheet to fill,...

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We grew our hair down to our shoulders
    Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
  Turned up our noses at those who...

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I am counting the days to freedom
To dolls house and hide and seek
To our voices crashing like a cataract
Against stone deaf
Shadows hanging over our love
Like...

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SLEEP WITH THIS SKY 

I want to make love to you underneath Aurora's dance, 
beneath the vail of pink and green that flutters, not by...

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Elvis-worm
Eternity comes when you’re out of breath,
breathless paralytic
 your stone deaf,
when the funny stroke is due,
your body melting too,
all part of the deef n deaf,
an...

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Arms are still now,
unmoved by silence;
Breath caught--
in an endless tremble.

The blue of eyes
casting shadows--
upon reels of images,
slowly rewinding;

But 'tis my ears--
that suffer so,
deprived of the...

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Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
And caging...

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she was stone deaf and he proposed to her,
she heard it not and ignored the offer,
Said softly “will you marry me”?
“Thank you”she said “I don't...

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Imprisoned in the four walls of Rejection’s cell
The world stone deaf to the screams coming from this hell

I throw myself at the padded walls, frenzied…appalled
Self-loathing...

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Great Britain !

What is actually Great about Britain ?

Is it our overriding sense of Virtue ?

How we feel it is our God given right to...

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A thousand birds in the green could be soon gone,
if man does not stop cutting down their tree nests;
the streams and lakes ruined the...

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Listen, so you hear
the whisper of the peer

Listen, so you hear
me telling of my fears

Listen, do you hear
the cry of a bawling child

Listen, do you...

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Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore
when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist
with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx.

They were wild and...

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Conversationless

I’m not a hermit, a recluse
or otherwise estranged anti-social degenerate. 
My IQ, is nothing to brag of, though a little high.
I’m polite, pleasant and usually...

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