Best Stone Deaf Poems
We grew our hair down to our shoulders
Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
Turned up our noses at those who were older
'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird
Revved up our stereos, going stone-deaf
Dropped pill after pill, of common sense bereft
Wore psychedelic threads to match our psychedelic brains
We thought ourselves 'free,' but we were really in chains
Don't ask me if the Sixties were 'wonderful years!'
~ Just leave me alone with my cigars and my beer
Categories:
stone deaf, america, drink, drug, fashion,
Form:
Rhyme
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 all but I am truly blind
Thoughtful heart but Loving unkind
Breathing fast without a single breath
Living forever but dying a quick death
Knowing it all but not learning a thing
Stone deaf but I still hear you sing
Categories:
stone deaf, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
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 a rock.
I am counting the days to freedom
Our long procession weeping
For the lizard
We chased through the grass
So we could test our competence
At eulogy too.
I am counting the days to freedom
To the exploration
Of what took the tease from father's eyes
And the smile from mother's heart.
They no longer pretend
About the emptiness in them
That keeps them busy
Chasing their own thoughts for an end,
What shall I do with an entire day
By myself alone?
I am counting the days to freedom.
Categories:
stone deaf, childhood, social,
Form:
Free verse
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 chance.
I want to trace your supple lips while clouds boil from afar,
and while entwined by your sweet kiss and neath Capella's star.
I want to hear thunder boom while you whisper in my ear,
fall stone deaf, to lightening crash, and darling words of cheer.
I want to swim twixt sky and earth and splash in our red clay,
to taste that you will linger here and vow that you will stay.
I want Aurora's curtain light to sway upon our thighs,
and take two souls in one to sail, in wispy midnight flies.
I want the comets' shower, in a brilliant cosmic storm,
to ride us hard in splendid fall, and paint Monet in form.
I want the smear of white starlight and earth against our skins,
to trust our joyful loving in the shadow of the Twins.
If we should wake, to our own quake, but languid in a dream,
then our time here, might disappear, but hold us in its stream.
- Edlynn Nau
© November 3, 2015
Syllables Per Line: 4 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14
Categories:
stone deaf, desire, love, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
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 overheated you,
is left, the flaccid blue,
Elvis worm the building left,
Bugger,
No diddle-dum diddly too,
Bereft,
bay-lou…
Don
Categories:
stone deaf, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
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 melody of you;
Of the warmth,
radiating from falling notes--
that once caressed me gently,
or vaulted into octaves--
of wonder
and exhilaration.
And I was carried...
nooooo swept away--
with the joy of you;
Thus the loss of such laughter,
has rendered me stone deaf--
to the voice of beauty,
and mute
to its aria of love...
Categories:
stone deaf, loveme,
Form:
Free verse
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 them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.
Free them, O' God!
For the ocean is not thirsty any more,
It is full till its gullet, quaffing in pints the viscous gore,
Sluicing out from the naive skulls,
And from the distressed hems of their hearts.
Free them O’ God!
For the sod is no longer bleak,
It has drenched itself in the guileless claret,
Flushing out from their green dead ingenuous veins,
And sloshing about under its skin.
Free them O' God!
For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up,
When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes,
Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths,
And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans.
Free them O' God!
For even the night hasn't slept for years,
The sounds of tormented voices, in the lap of gunshots,
Are hovering and echoing in its ears,
Making it stone deaf in every midget of seconds.
Free them O' God!
Free them all!
Free your pure and guiltless mortals,
What sins have they sowed?
That you are making them plough for!
~Nayanika Dey
Categories:
stone deaf, dark, death, freedom, god,
Form:
Free verse
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 display good manners.
But my conversationese is less than what would please
a listener, stone deaf operating a jack hammer.
It’s not that I’m stupid,
I’m not.
I’m just systematic,
and perfectionistic.
I think a lot.
Even the most mundane, trivial situation or idea,
I analyze.
I dissect it completely, exhaustively, physically, until it is analytically naked.
It is stripped of all possibilities which provide insight.
I’m just not good company.
I should change.
I think I should change.
I think I should decide if I should change.
Maybe I should decide first what I need to do to change.
Or maybe I should decide what I can accomplish if I do decide to change.
Do you get the point?
Do you understand?
Let me explain it to you again,
and again—and again--------and again------------------------and ag------------!
© Feb 23 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
stone deaf, satire
Form:
Free verse
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 drink tea!”
a tale of him, her and sound barrier!
Written 7 June 2022
10,10,8,8,10 syllable count
with rhyming 1,2,5 and 3,4
Tania Kitchin Sponsored
A Funny Limerick Poetry contest
Categories:
stone deaf, cute love, desire, emotions,
Form:
Limerick
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 hear
the caresses of the stripling
Can you hear?
Are we truly deaf?
perhaps
the populace
become stone deaf
to others' sufferings
the marionettes
sway in the breeze
can you see?
The flowers bloom alluringly with a heavy incense
that hangs in the air
can you smell?
Savor all the rest
Cast out the rest
yet, miss out on the rest.
Life
Death
Hate
Love
Do we feel?
Categories:
stone deaf, imagination, inspirational, life, passion
Form:
List
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 spews into my mouth leaving me galled
You see the face, read the words, but don’t understand
Rejection is pounding me down with iron hand
He shouts obscenities, strips the robe of esteem
Hand connects with my face, knocking clear every dream
He forces me down, and I lay splayed on the floor
Kicked by the memories of all he’s done before
Blooded and bruised, I pray for the end to be swift
In and out of consciousness…my deranged thoughts drift
The straight jacket of pain, he tightens every day
Oxygen deprived, each lucid thought goes astray
Too despicably weak to break free, try to fight
Done with gruesome work, Rejection turns out the light
Tortured about the motive for his perverse glee
My need for affection makes a prey out of me
Rejection has raped me and left blood on the floor
Nearing death, I pray, he’ll lose the key to my door
Eileen Manassian Ghai
Categories:
stone deaf, psychological,
Form:
Couplet
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 fish woebegone.
To developers the animals are pests,
what can we do about the ocean debris;
the government is stone deaf to our protests.
Oh, sweet mother earth we hear your gentle plea,
the abuse and ignorance of man is wrong;
it hurts all the green, the ocean and the sea.
How sad it will be when there is no birdsong,
the world silent- will any creature survive;
if we do not stop it will not be too long.
Bees will be gone soon - not a single beehive.
oh, sweet mother earth how can we help you thrive.
_______________________
February 14, 2021
Poetry/Terza Rima/Mother Earth is Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1329-525-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, While Mother Earth Gently Moans
sponsor D.W. Rogers, Judged 03/18/2021
Categories:
stone deaf, mother, nature,
Form:
Terza Rima
Spain's Francisco Goya
his usp clothed Maja
Portraits were a great delight
but he became stone-deaf at 48
Categories:
stone deaf, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
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 naive and looked quite aghast
for boatmen usually gather the worn and the weak
but the misfits were young and strong as teak trees.
The boatman anchored a skull and clawed up the bank
three clocks ridden by ravens appeared in the sky
the misfits ran amok when their time finally arrived.
The boatman sat in a dark crag and fingered them near
the mischievous three pleaded in gossamer tongues
but death is beyond stone deaf and heard not a one.
The boatman did show his heart, but of Sulphur it smelled
gently placing each misfit in a boat made of flesh and bone
vultures hopped the damned in their new dead water home.
Categories:
stone deaf, adventure, death,
Form:
Rhyme
I have reached the ripe old age of 85,
Why am I on Earth, still alive
When most of my friends are dead
Or laying Ga Ga in aged care beds.
Why was this Old Duck,
Given the luck,
To survive
When others died.
I am sure I don't know,
When God has plans,
For me to go.
What use has God for me?
I have brought up my family,
I have my eyes open wide.
My curiosity, I cannot hide,
Perhaps that is the reason,
I am still alive.
I cannot lie
I am in no hurry to die.
I need to be of use, you see.
And I am not the girl I used to be.
I feel so tired and slow.
I have lost my get-up and go.
Nothing works anymore,
My body has gone on strike,
That's for sure.
I have a list of ailments
That would kill a horse,
I've had a hip replacement
And new eye lenses, of course.
I am losing height,
Because I have curvature of the spine.
Lots of other diseases.
That will worsen with time.
I am not miserable
Or sad in any way,
It is a question
I have been asking God today
Have you use for me, Lord,
Is that why I'm still here
If you have, could you make it clear
God, could you please speak up,
I am stone deaf in both ears.
Categories:
stone deaf, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme