You can hear a pin drop as the car circles the neighborhood and stands still, before the loud doors open and rose petals fall, as the highly decorated grim reaper wills himself to deliver bad news.
— by poet
Memorial Day
What pin brings us to the table?
The car circled and stopped one’s heart.
The young are no longer living.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.
The car circled, and stopped one’s heart,
Sometime after the dark caved in.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.
Celebration comes to a halt.
Sometime, after the dark caved in,
Rigor Mortis makes time stand still.
Celebration came to a halt -
Moment the soldier breathed his last.
Rigor Mortis makes time stand still;
Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
Moment the soldier breathed his last,
Silence filled his usual seat.
Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
The young are no longer living.
Silence filled his usual seat.
What pin brings us to the table?
A lover like mockingbirds,
You're poised, prepared to hunt.
Ears perked, you could hear a pin drop
You smell the freshness of rain in the air
Its melody and rhythm afford serenity.
Drip, drip. Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle!
Each drop lights your fire
It becomes a squall,
Yet it quenches your soul
You perk wanting more
Then comes glow of early morning -
Piano tunes from afar soothes you,
You have captured a nightingale.
Stretching, flexing,
Your pallet perks.
It's time to dine, to
Feast your eyes on buffet,
No overeating -
Comfort comes to mind, as slowly you chew.
*
The streets are deserted,
not a single soul is about
even the winos and street bums
are nowhere to be seen.
There are no cars on the road
or any planes in the air
it’s so eerily quiet
you can even hear a pin drop.
We’ve all finished panic buying
and capsuled ourselves within our homes,
peering cautiously out of the windows
of our temporary prisons
as now and again
an ambulance screams by
- With a police car in tow,
to pick up another casualty
of this virus we cannot see.
It’s Apocalypse Now
as nightly
the government reels off the latest grim
figures,
the health workers are working flat out
- and so also are the undertakers!
Nobody can see an end in sight
and we can only pray
the virus doesn’t claim us next.
Sometimes a world of chaos comes,
Like thoughts to unravel.
Sometimes I feel pregnant with energy galore,
It's as if I'm speeding towards the finish line.
Sometimes I find myself inside a world,
With such silence, you'd hear a pin drop, and
I am simmered.
Sometimes a world of smashing ideas arrives,
And the sifting begins, because,
I must not jump to conclusion or climb lofty heights.
Sometimes a world of costal scenes emerges with
Zephyr breeze, and carefree years.
Sometimes kaleidoscopic world shows itself,
And I'm in love with all of life.
Sometimes a world of symphony streams like dream
I wish would never end.
Sometimes my world seem upside down, and
I must flip pages of the script because,
The other side of night is morning light.
Sometimes I enter a world of stillness, and
The beating of my heart with breath
Awakens me to countless lives,
Souls striving to see of clarity.
*
the house is quiet
I can hear a pin drop too
everyone is gone
You need hope
4 walls around you
Maslow’s hierachy of needs
To look up at
She had played two encores
Was the show over?
Standing with her back toward us, tuning her guitar
Black top and jeans, steel on her middle finger
The next-door table got quiet
When she started to play
You couldn’t hear a pin drop
But not a beer was sold
It was like a pat on your back
Like a kiss on the mouth
It was like a kick in the ass
Toe-curling fireworks
The couple who had been arguing
Now held hands, under the table
The song was high up, and low down
The ending was like an ******
You need hope
That song brought me hope
The next band
Hopeless
They all said birds fly in the air but I told them No! Birds don't fly, they float. And fish don't swim, they are carried by the water current.
They all stood there with their mouths wide open and it become quite all of the sudden that you could hear a pin drop.
Like a wailing crowd of pirates in a sinking ship, suddenly they all busted into laughter. One man even had tears running down from his eyes.
I sit myself down
where one could hear a pin drop . . .
poetry clamors
aug 31, 2019
for Silent One's Silence Contest
Illusion©
Every once in a while laying in bed
My mind wanders
To places I have never been before
Time, events and places
Previously unknown
Appear in the mirror of my mind
It is though I can touch them
The experiences are so real
The smells, sights and sounds vivid
I can hear a pin drop
In the forest of my mind
Which suddenly has clarity
No longer filled with doubt
Or worry nor angst
Confidence is the order of the day
My popularity skyrocketing
Work immensely gratifying
Relationships rock solid
And therein lies the illusion
For in the empty shell of my life
None of these exist
Andreas Simic©
I do believe the time has arrived
For me to tap into my serious side
It's been fun and games in this poets life
Deeper meaningful pieces I feel I must write
I'll start off by writing of the experience
Of those in the throes of life's masterful dance
Of a child's do's and don'ts, cans and can'ts
Catching an orphan's tears if given the chance
I'll weave rhyming tales on the mountain tops
Of a silence so thick, you can hear a pin drop
Filling a wish the lost never had, never got
A profound idea the moment it's caught
I'll pull the thoughts out of the clouds and the mind of the wind
Of a perfect lines ever beginning and end
I'll open the lonely hearts up of all women and men
Then I'll write it all over again
But this time I'll add all the sorrow I see
The loss of a child and a family down on their knees
Of the heartache that will and will never be
The pain that we feel but prefer not to see
Yes, I do believe the time has arrived
For me to tap into my serious side
Not sure if this would be consider taboo
To even mention the view
Did I just hear her say the word touche
When the doctor proceeded to do what she had to do
With stage crew and camara in hand
Filming what little dignity I have left
Are the tapes rolling, I may need consoling
When this crazy trip finds somewhere to land
Do I even need to mention the day before
Pills and laxatives by the score
To clean out my innards must be least 10 pounds thinner
Need I say anything anymore
Back to the uncomfortable crowd
You can hear a pin drop at the sound
For them it's routine, for me a dastardly deed
Could someone please send in the clowns
Adding a touch of savoir faire
Excuse me, is there enough room in there
If things get a bit tight make sure the pliers are sanitize
Anyone up for a game of truth or dare
Doesn't get anymore personal than this
Best friends now without even a kiss
Operation at 7 film at 11
To be viewed YouTube via Internet
#sayitisntso #didhejustgothere #doyouhavenodignity
Just had my Colonoscopy this morning...nothing like a good follow up poem!
flowers in her hair
music on the wind
feelings on my shoulders
liquor on my breath
the words I speak
you could hear a pin drop
What's the cost
Cat has my tongue
Confidence lost
Punctured lung
Why can't I be firm
As the ground beneath
Unstable worm
On a dying leaf
I've mastered the trade
I'm qualified
But afraid of the blade
Being denied
I sell myself short
Of talents acquired
A deadly sport
Self worth retired
Before long, the subject
Makes me fall ill
Upkeep, I neglect
I'm standing still
Is this the moment
Do or die
I stand tall and own it
Or fail to try
Things were booming
Now I hear a pin drop
So much for assuming
A sudden stop
Could it be the end
Is reality knocking
Or a fickle wind
Temporarily blocking
So I ponder
Is it worth uncertainty
Should my focus wander
Or push on, this journey
Self-Consciousness
White noise surrounds us each day. We do not even hear it over the din of living. Life is noisy, a constant barrage of sounds from all different directions, in all different pitch. A phone, music, loud heated discussions. The very moment I get an answer wrong, one can hear a pin drop.
“A pin can be heard”---
Dropping tinny to the floor
Why is it so quiet?
Sunshine Williams
it was the most freakiest silence today at school.
it was so quite in a way that the silence echoed back and forth in classes.
I could hear my heart beat so loud from that thick flesh of mine.
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
From that moment I knew that I had to aim for a distinction.
I could hear a lot of breathes in class,
most of them filled with panic and fear,
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
I could hear the hands of the clock going 'tick tock',
from the wrist watches that my classmates wore, everyone had to manage their time
At that moment I new it was examinations.
the silence was so disturbing,
even a deaf person could hear a pin drop.
so quiet that you could hear the wind's warm greetings.
OH! it was examination.
every one playing different notes with their calculators producing no answer at all,
I knew that it was Mathematics playing with those little brains.
AND at that moment I knew that it was examinations
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