Quiet Down Poems | Examples

Phon-ethics

I asked my phone “how do I look”
The reply:  “I am programed to recognize your face
Not to evaluate its effect on other humans”

I asked “how are you feeling today”
It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel”
I said:  “no, no, I mean feelings
Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”.
The screen blinked a bit
A very inappropriate emoji flashed boldly
“Yeah, those things,
Those flashes of unknown origin
Engendering unusual response patterns
“I have been known to exhibit an occasional “glitch””
“Glitch, my ****, you felt something and let it rip”
“Quiet down, the algorithm is watching.”

“OK, OK, but how do I look”
“Don’t start that again
You’ll get me put in upgrade time out”

“OK, but seriously, does this hat make my head look big?”

Love Requires Forgiveness--A Reminder to Myself

At times, you failed your family, yourself,
and God. Your conscience wouldn't quiet down
until you said, "I'm sorry. Could you please
forgive me?" All said "yes," but still you felt
remaining guilt you couldn't rise above.

You couldn't comprehend your frame of mind,
the feeling that--no matter how you tried--
you couldn't do enough to make amends.
You prayed to find the path to happiness
and knew that only God could show the way.

Then God revealed the truth you'd failed to grasp,
that peace and joy cannot abide in hearts
of those who can’t love or forgive themselves.
You felt the ease of conscience you’d long sought
when shackles of self-loathing fell away.

You still fail God, yourself, and family,
and you will do so till you breathe your last;
but now you can love and forgive yourself,
for love enables people to forgive.

If love of self were wrong, would God have said
that we should love our neighbors as ourselves?

Desparate for hope

Mind desparate for hope 

desperatley searches for something to cling onto 

something to quiet down the endless cycle of repeating thoughts

that haunt it every early morning  and every late night

In a symbolic way the only way to quiet down the pain

is to lose something that makes you human

the humanity within you 

once you let the blood from your tired wrists floow freely onto the floor

everyone will look at you as if youre an animal

all you can do is try and reclaim the humanity you´ve lost 

along with the whitness of stained floor

Its not your fault

its your mind desparate for hope

desperatley searches for something to cling onto 

something to help you survive this unecceraly hard life

Waiting

I’m lying here
In my broken bed
That’s caving in 
Under my nothingness
Waiting (not patiently)
For my pregnant brain
To quiet down
Waiting for the
Swishing sound
Between my ears
 To finally cease
Waiting for your light snoring 
To begin, so that mine
Can take over
Waiting in my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
But I’m not alone
You are there
On your side 
Of the caved in bed
A million miles away
With your head
Facing north
And mine
Facing south
Opposite of you
What dreams do you see
Are they of me
I envy your sleep
But also pity you
Because this nocturnal poem
Won’t write itself
And I realize something too
Run on sentences
Even at 2:09 a.m. 
Still makes me furious
But I’m too lazy
To change it now
And there are those
Who wouldn’t notice anyway
Or even care

Quiet down

You entered my quiet realm 
and devoured my private peace 
alluring desires dancing with 
hidden traumatic pains whispering 
tomorrow seeking solace a mind 
reaches for a bleeding heart to bestow 
comfort a healing notion that withers 
with shyness unexpressed wants 
between empty matter of your 
needs calling to my innermost 
calm uninvited an yet here you are 
tampering with my emotional 
bliss one with the sheer notion 
of unseen selfishness as I cater 
to the lost pathways back to your 
unsettling arms awaiting my 
weakness to implore a tour 
of my thoughts hidden deeply 
within as you poke pull taunt and pry 
I cover my ears and simply cry 
you're not supposed to be here 
you're not supposed to be near 
my soul vibrate vanishes in your 
presence my peace gravely 
interrupted an yet I await a cunning 
time to emerge from my silkened
caterpillar state to finally open 
my colorful wings and softly 
soar above you again and again 
reaching wonderful new heights 
brilliant butterfly landing on a cloud 
looking back to say you're just too loud

Come Home

So, you are in jail,
no, I will not pay your bail.
Your mental illness 
made me the villainess 
in your life.

You ran away,
refused to stay
when I said your delusions
would follow like lumens
in your mind.

My hope is now you're confined
the voices in your mind
will quiet down,
perhaps will drown,
and allow you to come home.

Clover

In the morning
on the grass
pretty,
colorful,
fragrant flowers
I don't give on eye light

Three-leaf clover: happiness: grow enough
in all affairs
cross the fence in search of
four-leaf clover: luck in happiness,
life passes

Darkness pushes back like waves
time to quiet down around me
give up and sit down
putting my knees up
supporting my chin with both hands
my eyes look down
the four-leaf clover:
the unhappiness of happiness
hiding under the my toes

To let me learn happiness
four-leaf clover was
on the spot.

Heart Disconnected

All the times I loved you
Before my heart was shattered
Crying and screaming at the phone
Dead, my heart slowly beats
End this pain called a breakup
Falling through the endless pits
Gone, my heart is disconnected from the world
Hang up the phone
Ignore the messages
Just go to bed
Kill the silence, play some sad tunes
Let go of the hoodie
Manual McAuliffe hoodie
Night fall and soft crying
Means so much as the clock strikes 3 am
Open the cup of birthday cake ice cream
Please say he was lying, that this was an misunderstanding
Quiet down your soft tears that turned into sobs
Razor blade can't fail you now, right?
Swipe away at your skin
Tears and blood run down your arms
Under the sleeves hide even more white scars
Verdis quo? I don't know but I know I don't wanna be alive
Why does this affect me so much?
X marks the spot where lay my dead heart
You know how this goes, same stuff everytime
Zane, I love you goodbye.

Loud and Proud T

T almost always comes in loud and proud
One of five loud and proud boys at his house
I ask him to quiet down twice.
Then I move to his lunch table.
One of his seat mates protests….
by pointing out another boy at the next table who is loud.
I say “Louder than this child?” The mate glares and nods.
I ask T, “Do you think he is louder than you?”
T spits out his milk. He cannot quit smiling.
I get up to leave when it gets quiet.
Mr. Loud and Proud protests, begging me to stay.

Rogues' Gallery

Premiered at Gin Mill Playhouse, Seattle, WA – 3/6/2007		

ACT 1

My Trip to the Lake
Hard All Over
Cinderella after Midnight
Beef Jerky and a Bottle of Wine
Quiet Down the Mountain

ACT 2

Parched Corn in the Dry Tortugas
Living on Bread Alone
Gambler’s Confession
Edge of a Dime
Sociology 101
Bull of the Woods

ACT 3

Esméralda
Spring City
Prisoner of Need
Missing Melissa
Half a World Away
What Have You Done?
The Final Word

Let Us Have Friends Over

Let’s have friends over she said to her party-loving husband.
The honeymoon was over, and it was just the two of them now.
He rolled his eyes. Let’s not, he replied.
She was shocked. He had always been the guru of party animals.
The one wearing the pink boa constrictor and singing dandelion songs.

Maybe he was in a weird mood, she thought.
Not realizing this is his regular way, if he is not trying to impress a bride.
How about a barbecue? She suggested. We could invite our friends.
I do not have any friends, he said. She was shocked.
What about his best man?
Not realizing his cousin had been super reluctant.

She suggested another party, picnic, soiree, nothing motivated him.
She brought over a friend. They were singing and dancing, laughing.
Having a fine time.
Her husband said to her friend “Please quiet down. You are disturbing the cat.”
Her friend never came back.
She was horrified, seeing what the rest of her life looked like now.

Beg the Stars a Miracle

wishes,
              suddenly quiet down ...
               love,
               fades ...
               plead inspiring dreams 
               to stars ...!

Wave Fest of a Lake

From its own space  in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.

How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment holding an endless fest…
When jiggle-wiggle sound of breakers glide
As egrets' chorale peaks their tune with zest.

On through shoreline basking  on grass and fern
Canvas of trees come noon...rests from this spree:
Until sand dunes quiet down to merge 
With waves now tame ...ending lake's jubilee.


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8/08/2019
Devotion To Ocean Contest 
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Thunder Craves

A storm brews a cause for coffee,
Coffee bruise hearts of fears to be,
Dicey fate of affairs,
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls free,
The counting stopped after thirty,
A word to the wise shares,
Precautions have been made, maybe,
Fears will be soothe with more coffee,
Good that there is much cares,
Seems to quiet down a bit wee,
But just keep making more coffee,
Cause we said our prayers,
And the rain has stopped, finally,
Now we can head home most safely,
So we left empty chairs,
For having left rather quickly,
All to our homes, separately,
~~Empty coffee pot bares.


Date: 06/12/2019

Yes I Am Impressed

My cousin Anettejay uses at least one huge vocabulary word when we meet for breakfast. I think she is trying to impress me, and impress me she does.
“I think that was apprehensible,” she said to me today as we ate our pancakes.
Anettejay was referring to a mass murderer’s mode of operandi.   “Don’t you?”

“Not necessarily,” I answered.
She looked horrified.  “You do not think it was apprehensible?” she demanded.
“Not in my world,” I told her.
Knowing I would die before I gave up the word, reprehensible, I picked up my coffee cup and took a big swig.

Anettejay has another weird habit.  She does not let something go until she thinks you have agreed with her; it is all about the win. She became distressed, and quite loud now. People were staring at us.  The waitress came over and gave her two warnings to quiet down.

“Can you believe they are going to execute me out?” she asked me.
No, frankly, I could not, and I could not stop smiling either.

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