Loud Poems - Poems about Loud

He wakes up early, not because he’s rested— but because the world doesn't wait. It expects. Demands. Takes. He shows up. He earns. He fixes what’s broken. But no one asks if he’s broken. He’s the provider. The protector. The one who says “I got it” even when he doesn’t. Even when the weight is killing him. His hands are calloused. His smile’s automatic. His inbox is full of bills, but his chest is...

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I show up ready Like it’s nothing, no big deal. But calm is just a front I put on, No one sees the ache They say thanks, but don’t see the work, Only the finished things I do. They don’t know how many times I’ve held it together when it got hard. They see the results, not the fight, Like it all came...

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The precursor Who you are and what you are is your personal dream. It is only when you speak it into the stream of the world that you can claim to be a member of A Living Society. It's your obligation to do so and the only...

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At last I’m loud to speak breathless Since long, days were passing in bleak ...

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i don’t make memories, i renew my lease on time and call it a win. haven’t been on a spontaneous trip in years unless you count the time i blacked out in the shower and came to five minutes later with shampoo in my ears and a new fear of God. people only talk about living. but i think breathing counts, too. so...

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i can write it all down. every syllable, i never got to say. on paper, i’m fluent, maybe even eloquent. but in the room, my tongue turns against me. my throat locks like a vault. i’ve rehearsed it all before. in margins, in drafts, in dead message boxes i watch my voice rot behind my teeth, while everyone else converses. what good is articulation if it only echoes inside my own skull? what...

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My tongue, a beast that bites me first. I wanna shut it down, never to speak again. My voice, a wild river, Yet keeps flooding, careless of consequence. My lips, in a race, while everyone hopes— “Would they ever learn silence?” My brain, too messy, Spills out without a thought. All cures, I’ve tried— Nothing worked. The words kept flying— Some hurt. Some haunt. Some hang in the...

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Too Loud, Too Much I come in loud, not because I want to steal the room, but because I’m scared it won’t notice I’m here if I don’t. I laugh too hard, talk too fast, say too many things all at once and then circle back, just in case the...

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One thing after another. My hands are tired knees bruised Sometimes I’m ok. When I don’t pay attention to signs and spirits at play. Other times, I want to scream. I want to rip my skin from its connective tissues, clean off me. I want to play in traffic and play chicken with oncoming cars....

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too much loud noise when I am in the crowd. In the restaurant, someone drops a plate. a child cries but I can't wait. The speaker plays a long song. too much loud noise when I am in the crowd....

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Loud, Loud's The Church, .... Ash Might! Anniversary, Score, ...

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noisy boise...

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Find the missing courage to stand, together a crowd well endowed; A globe in the palm of your hand, now what we need is to get loud; Neighbors have become divided, no matter if either side tries; They call each other misguided; clean shoes never fix the wrong size; Hastily two hands become one within the confines of my mind; Holding peace like a loaded...

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Thinking Out Loud 2 Miracle Man 1/31/2025 With each tragic incident, many search for an answer. So a need to blame someone, eats at many like a cancer. Accidents don’t just happen, they are caused most say. So when lives are lost, make someone monetarily pay. Many think of getting even, holding someone to account. Others will start calling, quoting to the bereaved an amount. The end result...

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The healers Diagnosed the wrong ailment, They applied the wrong medications, They insist On applying the wrong medications, Their hailers hailed. The patient relapsed into coma, Loud murmurs in the land, Silence, Silence of the graveyard. The healers strut, Pretending to heal, Their hailers hailed. The loud murmurs prepare To erupt into a revolt, A bloody revolt, A bloodbath. The haughty healers Strut Pretending to heal, The patient remains in coma, Their hailers...

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