Onomatopoeia Poems | Examples of Onomatopoeia Poetry

All at once, the soul takes flight Rendering raw both dark and bright Truth in touch, in wrong and right In silent storms, I wield the night Shaping shadows into sight Till the void erupts with light Breaking borders built by thought Reason rains in riddles caught All ideas, like lightning, dash Igniting images in a flash Nighttime neurons softly chime Synapse singing sparks through time Holding...

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Whoosh, the wind through olive trees, tugs my dress with gentle ease. It brushes neck like whispered breath, soft and quiet, light as rest. Flit-flit, white butterflies fly, soft as ash, then say goodbye. Chirp-trill, birds sing wild above, messy songs full of love. Buzz of heat on sun-warm skin, wind curls slow around my shin. Agolli spoke of roots and rain, but I was born...

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Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. One plate: a minefield of coulda, woulda, shoulda, of clink and clatter long after a bite. Taste lingers, here!...

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volatile observation suspended amidst reality and fiction, subdued voice echoes down a hallway of convictions; like a despotic fog blurring options for a swarm of insects who eventually finds way to a lizard's grotesque carcass. a feeling, in my gravel ribs, this might be a dead end staring up at the sky, an atheist's hollow vision; air and venom flowing...

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Boom, Boom, Kaboom My heart goes When I see you Vroom, Vroom, Zoom My heart goes When I leave you...

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CHAKRAS BOLD HE designed root red via a laugh so raucous creating world wild rumbling random rubies rolled ruling red thunderous winds whirling shimmering shocking floods Emperor Supreme spearing stimulate Mother channels birthing babes to cuddle sword sheath bloody red is my beneath ! HE designed my womb occult oracle orange oceanic openings obliging receive that...

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The name pronounces in a Chinese mind Sounds similar to onomatopoeia words made When hearts felt phonologically bored By a misthought on linguistically decaying Or a loss of ordered hilarious carouse Anyway, I have been quietly with it for years, With countless eyesight over my shoulders It is a famous existence contrasting to mine A neighbor to...

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Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet. Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah. I sauntered the path to the coffee shop and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly, astir with the recent barista flop. I swallowed a mouthful of latte, gagged and gargled with an unwanted flush of caramel nut crème tickling my throat. It made my gustatory senses...

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The tree sheds tears when It's leaves are shed in the glen It feels a piece of it is ripped apart When the fruits rot and fall from it like a dart It feels pained when the beautiful flowers wilt But it feels pushed to the hilt When mankind , to who it has given its heart and soul Cuts its...

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Wholesome we wander with worthy Warming wisdom:- Our onederful oneness overcoming Oxymoronic odds:- God's great gleaming glory glooming Growing gratefulness...

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The wind, a howling beast, whips through the trees, Woooosh, whoosh, whoosh, an angry symphony. The rain, a drummer wild, pounds on the tin, Pitter-patter, splash, bang, the storm begins. The waves, like angry horses, rear and churn, Crash, boom, roar, against the shore they burn. The thunder, a giant's roar, shakes the ground, Crack, boom, rumble, fear's deep sound. The lightning, a...

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I never get lost I have never been lost. Yet Here I am Lost, in a place unknown Crunch! Crack! Such sounds indicate I'm here,not alone squawk hiss, cheep nature's sweet tone not so sweet Hearing a ping Hearing the ring of somebody's phone Drip from above Drop down below soil wet from the rain footsteps squelch and...

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Bang - my heart when we met. Bang - my heart when you left....

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I was not awakened by the drip dripping of a faucet tap as I lay abed, stifling a yawn trying to return to sleep. It was the soft ping pinging sound of rain drops, rap rap, redundant chirps like a newly hatched chick's peep peep. I heard the distant crash and boom in peals of thunder trying to roar louder...

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"The Road Not Taken," Frost slow ball to my curb," ... by The Poet. If you instant your past past your eyes! (Uhh!) And the pause it had caused tis now gone, (Poof,) made of years, good, and tears, lost in sighs, (Sheesh,) brevity ... gravity, hint's implies. (ahh.) Well, that's that, who's at-bat, fate card's drawn. (hmm.) It can't...

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