Loud Poems

Loud Eye Contact

Your eyes strike mine
and suddenly—
I am undone.
The air grows heavy,
the ground slips.
I’m not standing anymore,
I’m falling,
straight into you.
It is too much,
and never enough.
I could stare a lifetime
and still be starving.
You don’t even speak—
you don’t need to.
Your gaze is a language
my bones already understand,
though I’ve never learned
how to reply.
I tell myself to look away—
I don’t.
I tell

Loud Tongue Exercise

Peter Piper
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

—Author Unknown

Rare are bucks loud that bang

What all likes lets, such a luck’s rare,
Plugs all panic, such a pluck’s rare,
Rare are bucks that give loudest bang,
Cool with lake’s muck, such a duck’s rare. 
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Epigram | 02.08.2025 | luck, pluck, buck, duck
Note: A quatrain like this in Gujarati is known as muktak with free/independent thought. Its first, second, and fourth lines rhyme.

I am a loud and angry black woman, So what?

They make the stereotype of the loud and angry black woman seem bad
But why has nobody questioned who made us like that
The language they use to belittle us
Our mouths hand stitched with silence
And the box of requirements we are shoved into
Threatened by the mark of violence

Yes I am loud and no I will never be

When Their Whispers Became Too Loud

In the stillness of darkness
mockery, lies, gossips like air arise
dragging you down, for a penny sake
Abuse of power just for wealth.

Who would have thought of these silent moves?
Cheating on a poor innocent
While still in a dungeon of fire in a
gloomy weekly days and nights in lost paradise.

The so-called "smile" is a shadowed
for the world to

Loud Silence Is Beautiful

Normally silence is what makes most people miserable 
But if noise brings pain then silence is a miracle 
The best words are the ones that are left unsaid 
The battle is with yourself and the words inside your head
No one can hear you and nothing is written in permanent ink
Your thoughts exchange one to another faster than you

loud jet

if any jet ever broke the sound barrier
it must have been this jet
her loudness assaulted our silence
awakening sleeping elves and gnomes

Rather Loud

Silence is rather loud when you don't have people to fill it
Thoughts are rather loud when you don't have people to hear it
Emotions are rather loud when you don't have people to help it
Pain is rather loud when you are alone, forced to feel it

The Loudest Silence

in the air, just after the storm
there is a stillness,
changing the heart, the soul
so wherever light falls
there are shadows of regret
reflected in the music
the rhythm of serenity
fading beneath the sea of grief
wisdoms shame our deeds
as the stars reveal each pitiful
pleasure, each intimate gesture
in the air, after the storm
in the hesitation of a silent melody

in the

DANCING IN THE RAIN

Loud thunder,
coming from down under.
Rain coming down,
dancing in the rain like a clown,
in my ballgown.

SCREAM

Shame is not loud.
A forest torn like paper
Like the spine of a child’s book.
He remembers the fire,
The silence of bees.
Hears cries of nature,
Shame is not loud.
Its a SCREAM!

Loud quiet

I am wildly conscious of the fact
I don’t know how to speak up anymore.
I feel like I’m yelling and no one can
Hear me
I was told to shut up, then told to
Speak up
I enunciate so much, maybe it’ll be enough.

I’ll repeat myself like I can’t hear the voices of those
Who convinced me
I was always going to

The Ones Who Don’t Break Out 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

Effort Isn’t Loud

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

Sculpting human: Tinkering out-loud

  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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