Noise Poems - Poems about Noise

The wrong facsimile receiving noise in the right rehearsing recital time of genesis room What is patriotism? To love your land, to be there for the cause of the land. What is the core value of feeling alienated? You are adopted, precisely located, denied elsewhere beforehand for the land. Then it is your prodigal representation. You are lamenting as you...

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"No one dare Disturb the sound of silence" Quote taken from the Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon. Echoes of a lingering quiet time, When no one hears the bells that chime. Through the abyss I feel myself falling. My voice cant be heard, although I am calling. Silence has deserted me...

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Silent Sounds And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening From The Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel We speak in sentences that have no meaning Empty words flow from the mouths of fatuous politicians, but who listens. Earbuds drown out the cacophony of crowded streets as we hurry to...

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I never liked loud noise. As a child I would run inside terrified by the sound of an aeroplane flying overhead, cower under the wrap of my grandmother's thick coat on the rumbling roar of a passing truck. There was always menace in sounds that exceeded a threshold which for me was barely above that of the spoken voice. Even then, crowded spaces chorused in...

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It was the eleventh hour of the midnight, He stood single on the border line, ...

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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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