Muting Poems - Poems about Muting

...Hypothesis: What is an ego anyways Are we born with it And from the moment we have the willpower we’re tasked with muting it Or does it grow from experiences of rejection Fed by whom? ......

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...He said three golden words— “You complete me.” So, she broke herself in shards he could carry. He mocked her degrees, her minds hard climb So, she lit her past and called it sublime. He did gentl......

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...Muting of mums, yet rainbow’s nigh. Memory clouds don’t often lie. Darkened skies of treetops. One drop. Subdued arcs in photo workshop. Release of the silver lining....

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...In referance to SATB I didn't know that music lovers often tell the story from the arrangements and pairings to what the composer is sharing he combination of instruments don't get along like ......

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...I see, I know truths vary I feel, it all is complex to love, to be loved trust, to be trusted to know attachments knowing to detach know sorrows of death to know life's pleasures I see, I......

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...Burning sun departing ember of its fire graying as autumn leaves spent and blown by wind of confusion obscuring clarity of truth opacifying colors muting sounds masking fragrance boredo......

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...The cloak of Night suppresses sounds; all, but the faint beat of my heart. Zoning out of reality, I shelter in Night's quietude. Muting the Day's cacophony, the cloak of Night suppress......

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...Shamed by being unprepared, bewildered, befuddled, I watch nature transition to twilight, ever so aplomb, with birds and mammals crepuscular, they're at their prime, when the daylight fades to mut......

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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......

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...A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles. Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers. Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles. As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers. You can hear th......

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...Haunted by whispering calls ~ a torn leaf lifts its soul to the sad sky snowflakes streak gazes… infant endeavours are made~ muting icy words slipping in the honest frost… sorrow seeps upon s......

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...Do you hear it? Do you hear the nothingness Not a single word, not one solitary word at all So that a teardrop sobs in the void of emptiness Dogwood leaves scream as they plummet and fall Did y......

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...A dying scarlet sun, bleeds upon pink cotton candy clouds clustering at Earth's edge, as though tethered to the night. Twilight starts unveiling the stars now twinkling-like faceted d......

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... Back I go retracing steps. Against the tide I must tread, Following the arrows down in reverse. Each arrow head points back to moments gone, To a time before the dawn of days past. T......

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...Mothers of the world, I plead with you, For each child you nurture, a life anew. Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew, Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue. Fathers standing tall, can ......

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