Listening Poems - Poems about Listening

Memories of Formica kitchens And 2-burner Hotpoint stoves Lipstick on a menthol butt Costume pearls in rows Perfume from the five and dime Drive In’s on the field A promise made a promise kept And love — that time can’t steal (Listening To Patsy Cline: July 4th, 2025) ...

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Looking out the window I didn't see a sound Nothing out there moving The world on solid ground No birds were out there singing No rustling of the leaves Is the river flowing But silent as a breeze? Was I really seeing The absence of all sound? Or was I only hearing The silence all around?...

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Beneath the Nefaryes timeless, tangled roots. where dreamscents rot and anger hoots, Pokenose stirs with a spore-slick grin not to charm, but to drag you in. "You reek of want without refrain, of wounds that swell instead of wane" said Rose with petals dull and bare. "Your scent is grief stripped of despair.” “Desire without end is blight,” she sighed, "A bloom that feeds...

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What has brought him to this cheerful place? Is it curiosity, hunger, or an escape from loneliness? A mild wind from the East caresses the gleaming waves, and he expresses jealousy with deliberate rage; his small nest was destroyed by the wrathful storm of February, vainly, he searched for it through the bushes of wild huckleberry. The mid-spring sunrise is...

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Feet walking with direction and decision Mouth speaking sweet words Not riddled with derision Heart beating for pure love With no malice or spite Eyes seeking and finding acceptance With no attachment of wrong or right Ears listening for a moment of bonding Not tools for inspection Head held high with pride, positivity, and deep reflection Forbidden...

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In human nature, hearing and listening are not the same thing:- You can hear said words but can not respond to them, if not listening:- Ancestrally said, you not listening is bad; not caring, is worse:- Being a wise one, do not just hear what is said; understand also:- ...

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I want to share a time, when God directed me. He used an old woman, who was a VA employee. It was a real low point in my life, I was so depressed. My wife took our girls from me, things were simply a mess. I weekly saw a Therapist, at the Bay Pines, VA. She helped me view my...

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You’re the kind of beautiful that feels like it belongs in a poem — soft, powerful, unforgettable. You’re the kind of person that makes others believe in magic again — not the kind in fairy tales, but the real kind, the kind that lives in rare hearts like yours. You have this way of making...

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When words spring from lips in motion, what they say “in the first place” is often lost in translation, a soothing lotion, misunderstood… for ears may hear, but seldom truly listen. Amid the confusion of lost libretti spoken with a voice so clear, yet, passage of thought becomes murmurs, and misperception triggers truth to veer. William James, The Father of American Psychology, reflects, his voice calm...

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I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor which brings a ringing to my inner ear then a low vibration comes as I stand still This frequency happens frequently transmitting a language I've yet to unveil Creating a magnetic peace during its stay One...

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Reflective listening Thats the one People can say how they have been undone Or have a glorious tale Of adventure Bad guys went to jail Listening carefully Too all they say Can perceive their...

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Start with more than one pinch of small-town Iowa mischief Sixty-five cups of empathy Fifty cups of understanding Thirty cups of honesty Stir until they are milky and comfortably pudding-like Add a half a pound of trustworthiness Set aside for an hour, maybe chill in the refrigerator In a second bowl sift together Three cups of common sense Two cups of wonder And a cup...

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The other day we met a woman… who had two reactions to the shirt I happened to wear at first she smiled… then she walked up to us and immediately began to share…? My shirt had a mouse reading a book on the front pocket… this is what made her smile but the message protesting book banning on the back...

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straight talkin’ whiskered man one stop 33 i walked into the bar room just to hear the sound pulled way back on the wooden stool and set my body down spilled vodka in my orange juice ‘twas flavor for my soul an’ a...

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I've been listening to your eyes Day and night When will you ever be out of my sight? Your hidden presence makes me wanna cry What is simpler than just staring at the sky? I've been listening to your eyes For a matter of time To be wondering for a while were all these lies? When...

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