Noise Poems - Poems about Noise

The dins of war un-hushed the jarring of munitions the cacophony of starvation the grating contempt for humanity the discordant silence of the Free . . . The World...

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She smiles like a mission statement— all vision boards and decaf compassion. Says she’s rooting for you, then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes: carefully spaced, watered just enough to grow wild in someone else’s yard. You know the type. Squeals I'd never right before she does— but soft, with mittens on. The kind of sabotage that leaves no fingerprints, just your name smudged under a headline she pretends not...

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white noise static in the night the promise of sleep posted on April 27, 2025...

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So much noisy garbage going around: empty words, empty conversations, empty excitement, empty goals, empty objections, empty recommendations, empty decorations without guts. Noise for the sake of the Dirty Politics. Recycled, sensationalizing, fake news. Cycled storing of energy in a void - In a trash bin of the abyss....

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foghorn in the night daunting the road less traveled white knuckle affair Posted on April 16, 2025...

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Late is the night pulling a trailer we are tired tonight a day spent riding dirt bikes our headlights failed we had to stop it was dark we called out for help hoping someone would hear there was no echo, no noise it was quite spooky there were no stars, no moon the sky was black we would call out again there was no...

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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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Poems would be simple if our minds weren't filled with the noise of the day, But their art lies in moving beyond the tumult, to a realm where silences sing, Where deep rhythms connect us to the stars and the tides that embrace us with longing, My dream is an art so transparent that you can look through...

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In nature’s hush, stillness is found, far from cacophony of noise and hate-hurled words in which we’re drowned. In nature’s hush, stillness is found; quietude exudes all around. Racket annoys like raucous boys. In nature’s hush, stillness is found, far from cacophony of noise....

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Beneath the noise of borrowed truths and the weight of clocks that chime with urgency, there lies a quiet field—vast, untamed, where the soul remembers its original name. No walls, no maps, no mirrors to hold us; only the steady rhythm of breath, the pulse of being untouched by thought. Here, the sky is not a question but a boundless answer, its blue stretching...

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Finality in silence. Cut to the core Moving through stone as darkness through nights gaze. We ponder Ever wandering Always wondering Seeking direction in infinitive paths. We are nothing But we are something. We are made, so shall we be in reflection of He. Stillness of water..ever sinking into its daily depths. Closer still are we to its murky deaths. Depths of earths dust...

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‘We played wedding songs, and you didn’t dance, so we played funeral songs, and you didn’t weep’ Luke 7:32b Scribes and Pharisees, lean in. They lean away, their fingertips at play, nimble, with no paper cut. The pipers toot out a jig and they scowl; then a dirge and they skirt. Skittish of prophetic noise, they amble for their toys and go on walkabouts to gather...

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Have you ever thought to sit down and just think? Have you ever thought to just lay down and let the wind blow to you, kiss you, hug you and be with you? Have you ever heard the thought to just let the sun shine unto you with his brightest light? Have you ever thought...

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A man walks by smiling And I oblige A truck roars by And leaves me with silence Thoughts ring hollow ...

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In a world where crowds are lost in heavy noise, Where every face becomes a shadow in its own game, I watch silently as laughter breaks the empty walls, And the scent of alcohol mixes with smoke and rain. There, twelve souls drown their identity in glasses, Melting away in jokes without substance. But beyond the faint laughter and forced smiles, Each...

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