Mumblings Poems | Examples

Numb

I wonder if I’m an empath.

I wonder if I’ve ascended.

I feel like wandering into a wall. 

I wish my random mumblings-

Would translate to the screams that they are. 

I am numb to my family’s calls. 

Every time she says goodbye and goodnight…

I hope she is having a good night without me.

Homebound

Currently homebound. 

Soon to be housebound. 

Joyful ramblings. 

Sleepy mumblings. 

Traveling by car. 

Scars still settling. 

My therapist is awaiting me.

Someday, the trauma will be worthwhile…

For now, let’s celebrate!

Someday I will remember…

But today I am homebound.

Mumblings On Facebook

When I play you my song 
I want you to sing along
And take in each word
With my thoughts that have occurred 

What would you do 
If it speaks to you so true
Do you shed a tear
Or be comforted when you hear

Is it your take on every word
That does not seem absurd
Do I speak for you in your heart
Or spark an idea from the start

Stand up and be counted I say
For the words will forever stay
In the end I want you to hear
It’s why I say them to you so clear.

© Paul Warren Poetry

A Lecherous Neophyte

A lecherous neophyte he preyed
upon their folded hands and closed eyes
bathed in their dolorous mumblings
sated himself on their penitential inhibition

Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift
drowning in his vitriolic bombast
a hard burning scent of incense
left to smolder in their souls

for Providence had delivered them - to him



©6/16/2019

Eight word free verse challenge Poetry Contest
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Stroke of Genius

Hmm, I have a hand full of ink
but what will I write...

Is action everything?

Silent but listening
Silence then pump
Silence then pump

Pen begins to flow
writing is a life-line
Zig-zag lines from
a critical care monitor
beeping everytime
 a heart pumps
or that plastic Slinky
machine ooshes
everytime lungs
exhale air

Words are nothing
Action is everything
Silence then pump
Silence then pump

I tried talking  
inaudible mumblings
which raised some questions

Will he make it?
Will he pull through?
Will he ever be the same?
Gesturing for a pen
 I began scribbling

Focused on three words
some machine beeps 
rapidly from renewed activity
Distracted, I lost I
 and began again

Silence then scribble
zig-zag line up
lungs inhale
Slinky draws down
 she waits anticipated
 nurses asked
"What are you saying,"

Tears began to roll the moment
I realized that if I couldn't speak
but could scribble
silence then love
silence then you
 I laid the pen
 and pad down 
and realized
Writing was everything.

Silence then beep
Silence then...

Monoku

Mindless mumblings, imprisoned words planning their escape


©5/30/2018


for Silent One Monoku Contest

Life's Lullaby

Life’s lullaby at times of tensions tends to evaporate
As on Earth morbid mumblings multiply
To flicker our faith and to dribble us desperate

As we wonder if in the supernatural we qualify
For any worth that upon which we can count
Although amen answers our curiosity can’t satisfy

When drivel doubt drives us to discount
Peeks of pie and sigh in the sky
As deep drama drains stamina when we recount

Audacious occasions we’ve drunk the Devil’s lie
Waving us to wean from faith and sin
Despite elf efforts to stave off a stealth cry

As for the umpteenth time we recall how great God has been
To us in grand glory and guarantee we’ve seen.

You Are a Thorn, Borne Deep In My Heart

You are a thorn, borne deep in my heart
   The prick that sticks me with each breath I take
A tether, whether I want to be bound to you or not
   The flame I blame for burning holes in my soul

Droning chants are rants lingering in my mind
   Rumblings and mumblings within my sad breast
The wrong kind of song written for those in love
   My eyes sting when I try to sing the sweet lyrics

Broken vows spoken; words shattered like glass
   The refrain of my pain keeps wounds from healing
Sorrowfully shaken and forsaken, I had to walk away 
   Your pretense was immense, the shame of your fall

Love was spoiled, foiled because of your weakness
   Your reason for treason, based on a foundation of lies
The suppression of your confession has taken a toll
   How cruel to fool the one who gave you her heart

Tone-Deaf

tone-deaf 
unintelligible 
mumblings 
escape into the air
like nails spreading 
across a chalkboard 
causing confused 
expressions to spread 
across the faces of those 
around 
break out in an all out
two left footed choreography 
the look at me look at me 
show has begun

Fearing the Vision

I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.

His murmurous mumblings I could not hear,
though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice.
I knew instinctively there was much to fear.
In the surreal moment I had to make a choice.

When he woke on that cloudy thundering morn
I broached the problem that he could not defend.
His gorgeous green eyes were infused with scorn
and I cried knowing we'd reached the bitter end.
                         ~    ~    ~
I heard he keeps pretending everything is just fine
but I know his life is still ruled by the raging winds.
His dazzling smile is a façade that does not shine
when he looks in a mirror, for he sees his own sins.

If my dream had not become so frightening and vivid
my vision may not have found a way to make me see
the Mr. Hyde he becomes when his temper turns livid.
His next innocent victim could have possibly been me.


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4/24/16    MR's More Than the Eye can See Contest

Alone I Cry

Tears... emboss old memories
Reminiscence, floods troubled mind
My eyes... slow leak as floodgates
Fighting nightly tides, that rise to blind
My sorrow drowns an aching throat
The uncontrolled dance of trembling chin
Stinging blur forces eyes tight closed
Salted lash swells tequila rim
And in that moment
Of surrender
Alone... I cry

Alone... midst dancing shadows
Cast by firelight and drifting mind
Fireside cheek... bathes in embers warmth
Whilst outer face no comfort finds
Polar mumblings, the unheard suffering
Self-inflicted, my addictions rain
Souls shingled beach, no stone I leave unturned
I search for comfort, seeking not to blame
And in this moment
Of isolation
Alone... I cry

For a life... raped of colour
That lies opaque Neath shades of grey
To beg for peace of mind... amidst sad sands of time
Where colours Godly, paints final day
I have never wished for my many years
Yet still I fight to suffer more
For the loved ones that I would leave behind
Should I walk through final door
So in this moment
Offer comfort
As I cry


Help soothe this mind
Of bipolar kind
Please God, just try

The Writer

The book lies open
discarded notes
framing the corner

your room so quaint
pictures hang
askew!
 
You carefully smile
avoiding
guarding

You have learned to guard

a wastepaper basket
full of nothing, so you say

wrinkled corners peak
over the edge

You silently wring your hands
trying to hide

To hide what?

Who you are?
Where you came from?

Your gut wrenching love 
spills, your fevered mumblings

You stare at the basket
then turn away

It’s just not good!
Just not good enough

How can you be so sure
if you hide 
and, don’t tell the world

Don’t let go!
Don’t ever let go!

Your conscience screams

Your cupboards full 
of empty corners

Your fridge unexplored
Your hands cold

And your unwaning love
begging from an impatient

metal Bin

Where perhaps, rejection sits?

Surely

Surely!







I felt like exploding. 
The back of my eyes were burning.

What had happened here? 
There must have been times when I felt more than this. 
There had to be. 
Surely.

It was Tuesday afternoon, around 12.20pm, that I realised what had to be done. 
Someone had to pay!

I have lived, up until now, a privileged life. 
One really of no hard labour, unlike many of those around me. 
I suppose I felt superior to some people in many ways. 
Should I have thoughts like this as a member of the human race? 
There you go you see, human race, race, the word that we have put into who we are, its a race, we are racing, racing each other. 

Where will it be the race, who is in the, race, yes indeed!
Mumblings of a mad man corrode the in workings to such a degree that there seems no way out!
Surely we had felt more than this?

Surely!   




Scott. T . Williams.

Late Night Mumblings

And yet again
It's 3am 
Before I crawl to bed,
my eyelids drag
Like airport bags,
My limbs have turned to lead

Again so late
And no dream state,
I'm sure that it must be
Since I've run out
Of wool to count,
The sheep are counting me.

A Bitter Pill To Take

No one can control who seizes their heart,
Who makes it skip and beat so fast.
No one can resist loves grasp like a fist,
So hard to desist, mad mumblings that persist.
LOVE is a bitter pill to take!

No one can control who’s heart they seize,
Who falls for your charms with such ease.
No one can force to love another,
The best they can do, is call them a lover.
TRUTH is a bitter pill to take!

When one seizes your heart but they don’t feel the same,
You can talk all the talk but it will all be in vein.
When they see your good qualities a plenty,
What you feel for them becomes a penalty.
FATE is a bitter pill to take!

When you have someone’s heart but you do not feel the same,
You love them as a friend but it drives you insane.
They have all the potential so it becomes quite essential,
To keep them as a friend with out being condescendtial.
IRONY is a bitter pill to take!

Two people together, great pal’s to the end,
All can be threatened when one wants more, than just a friend.
Testing their friendship, neither one wants it to be lost,
What will happen in the end and indeed, at what cost.
LIFE can be a bitter pill to take!

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