Muted Poems - Poems about Muted

it comes alive, stirring the soul waking the spirit to a world painted by snowfall’s gentle brush like a white canvas, the first steps across the blanketed path leave imprints of hope, imprints revealing what it means to see silence at war with nature’s breath it laughs at the hurried steps of a heart rushing past autumn’s light as she breathes her caress, against the sun who...

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As I get ready for work for the first time after an overwhelming loss, I see the sun rising and the dark shifting to let the day emerge The beauty is muted for me, I see it, but I don't FEEL it, the day ahead of me looms like a obstacle that I have to scale I dread being asked "How are...

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Nah it aint that if you wanna be real and all you tell me to call you on the telly you never pick up when I call Change the definition of Love to yo' own conveyance All that woman is ricca monroe jazz Dude tryna build a relationship ya'll say he either moving too slow or he moving to fast You're still the one the only one top-me, number one on toppa the stack Don't you...

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Motivated by jealousy she spitful undermined my intentions far to much to mention: intruding on my happiness making it harder for me to be the person I wanted to be as stoic as it seems I'm lacking happiness lacking valor rantings it's more like constant chantings in a relationship I'm pushed to the side interferance with my advances in awe taking second glances I couldn't beleive what I saw the odd one out just tagging...

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In a deep night, when silence becomes a muted song, And my thoughts spin in endless circles, In a world that weeps, groaning under the weight of the unknown, I rise from my bed, frightened by the shadows of tomorrow, And head towards the forest where the lake reflects the blind stars. There, in the heart of the wild, where...

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Maybe you’ll call Today Maybe you won’t Deep down I don’t like the sound Of either If you do I’m a cracked Overused step stool For your ego Overflowing our conversations With daydreams filling Our summer Just for you To leave each one At your doorstep As you shut off Your bedroom light Without saying a word...

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We may need a rest left here right now said the Muse to his Warrior and her Sage. In compliant spirit, Sage feels a rest not not significant in music's octaved stories of wealthy deep cultured enlightening revolutions Anticipating a Warrior's peaceful relationship between sound of tears and silence anticipating fears of dwindling years Resting nonverbal and arresting verbal Muse full and empty nonviolent communionations resonant +/- Sage of time-squared Light, resilient 1/0 Warrior of...

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And so The words lay idle Mumbling “Not me! Not me!” For we could be The catalyst for Verse, Or worse. Let us be But words Un-gathered logs Afraid of fire Soundless stones Rolling In sunrise surf A wind Without purpose A rooster Tapping the farmer On the shoulder Whispering “psst” A muted moon Fading silently Into a day Without Poetry...

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"Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound," When your world falls apart, In silence, is peace found, Cherish the sutured soul with a kind touch of love, It's how you become whole, Praying to God above, Cater to shattered dreams in quiet pondering, When on your cheeks, tear gleams, Keep thoughts from wandering, Colour your...

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I know the scars caused by time and space in us are plenty, We bleed as though we have been attacked by tigers or bears; More than the pains of our physique mental aches are many, Who will help us? To cure ourselves we need to share our cares...! Noise does not heal us; shouting and yelling is of...

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She had been stalked Dark thoughts draped in silence Ranting Gnawing Suckling At the breast of doubt Whimpering In the shadowed suffering Of idled indecision Held hostage By the blank page John G. Lawless ©6/23/2023...

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I’m plagued with muted memories that at their leisure will just wail; It could be the song on the breeze, I’m plagued with muted memories; Meals disrupted by fallacies; My peace they decide to impale; I’m plagued with muted memories, that at their leisure will just wail....

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Tumultuous tale told and taught throughout time Chiding cheers and chants and church bells chime Parishioners of pastors who've past their prime Claims of cunning conquers and cryptic crime Daunt deeds to deviants dying for a nickel and dime Grieve for the gains gone-by who grovel in grime Sent forth by a sovereign who sought sublime Messengers now muted no more than...

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I tapped the poetry bin Naught but an empty echo The stillness of a blank wall Decorated by a frozen Gecko John G. Lawless ©7/28/2022...

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In the poverty of sound hides a final goodbye Mortgaging the silence with debt to decry A tenancy of sorrow with melody banned An orchestra homeless —foreclosure at hand (Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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