Short Deaf And Dumb Poems
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love
is blind
mad persuit
they always said
but your message clear
loud could I hear
deaf and dumb
pulseless
hate
faith
is blind
deaf and dumb,
trusting that God
needs no defending
it does not ask
for proof that
He is
God
Could Brain Become Crumb
We knew that it made them numb;
Did end up being deaf and dumb;
Intuition;
Politician,
And idiot brain became a crumb.
Jim Horn
I was four
and felt I died before
in that inclined place
nothing but space
I ran up to hug my mom
in a haze of deaf and dumb...
...it was not her...
it was my mom from before...
combing her hair was a task
as I could not believe she was just a mask...
listening watching learning ~ oh how we have become blind deaf and dumb
Rustling and bustling through the day, makes for unease--I Am
Third Place
Written 10/5/22
The Power Of Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Syllable Counter (17)
I want to be deaf and dumb i can see and hear dirty things no more
I wish i couldn't see and hear I wish i were with you or you were here
I wish i could see nothing but your hair
I wish i could leave the darkness with its light
Let me smell your light hair,and not to fear from the night
Surely the lowest of animals, in Allah’s sight
Are the deaf and dumb. Though they have eyesight
They do not understand what’s wrong and what’s right.
And if Allah had known any good in them
He would made them hear His holy name
And if He makes them hear the same
They will turn back and blame.
For: VIBRATIONS FROM A VERSO Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
July 24, 2025
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in the dark coal of night
the light the light
is hidden from our sight
each one is blind
and silent deaf and dumb
without the right
to question why oh why
can't You be kind!
She had a haunted look upon her face
Her features out of joint in fright'ning ways
The crooked smile, her eyes unseeing, glazed...
Yet Helen Keller was a Queen, they say
Her regal bearing won her widespread praise...
Although she was quite deaf and dumb and blind
She loved the world --- The world loved her in kind
The wall
Appears stiff and cold
To the hands
The wall
Appears blank and blind
To the eyes
The wall
Appears deaf and dumb
To the ears
The wall
Appears protesting and imprisoning
To the minds
The wall
Appears strange, unattainable and grim
To the hearts
But the wall
Appears safe and reliable
To the places we fall asleep
She has no face in the world,
Not even a mask to cover this
Scarlet letter riding her back--
How do you erase that sign
But by hiding in the corners
Of your mind,
Blind, deaf and dumb,
Climbing among the numb dead
Folks, who have no clout,
No doubts that they're fodder
For the massive heart attack
Society blends in pots
Of despair, dread and broken dreams, are shot.
Murder in the first degree, no ammendment' a tone
Never to attune; to.' the U S A to be deaf and dumb?
Were its constitution srruck, a mortal wound;
Would be done! A world of opportunity; undone, the
Vital seed of true debate, free expression the chance
To counter hate.' I appreciate as many do, a healthy
America is better.' Reality's heart, beating beneath
The red white and blue!
The wind whistles through the night,
Whispering of secrets.
But, although I try with all my might,
They are still secrets.
I find I have become deaf and dumb,
To Nature’s secrets.
And the wise, they cannot plumb,
The depth of those secrets.
So, I forget all I have learned and known,
What others said were secrets.
So, with the innocence of a child not yet grown,
I understand the secrets.
Will you be my love?
Together we`ll build a nest of dove.
We`ll have couple of kids
And bring up them all the days and nights.
I will be yours you will be mine
We will wander together and dine.
From hills to valleys and bines to fines.
We`ll cross black hole and the forbidden lines.
Oh! My lady, silently come.
Let surrounding be deaf and dumb.
Stand frontward and hold your tongue.
Let the critic keep mum.
So sacrifice the sacrificial,
like a windblown winter thistle,
directionless, unguided missile,
too late, too late, the warning whistle.
Deaf and dumb, ignore the warner,
crouched and shrouded in your corner,
since time began, the endless mourner,
hiding from the ceaseless scorner.
Darkness that no light can breech,
sightlessly your eyes beseech,
straining, but just out of reach,
silent sermons never preached.
©Danielle White
Trump's Trade War with China
Is breaking all our backs
With increasing prices
And increasing tax
Trump wants us to buy
Everything from Trump
So his wealth increases
And we are the chump
Trump enterprises
No longer pay tax
We must pay that shortfall
On our children's backs.
Members of Congress
Seem blind, deaf, and dumb
But love to be counted
'Neath Donald Trump's thumb.
Your grandchildren need
One sensible Act:
Impeach Donald Trump
& repeal Trump's impact.
Dumb charade was a riot,
they laughed as he could not get,
what she pointed with fret,
he made errors,
as she shouted in clamour,
time was running out fast,
they were trying hard,
and could get object at last,
I was watching all of them,
and was also laughing ahem,
a thought struck me there and then,
look at the hundreds of deaf and dumb,
who play this game with so much elan,
without any mirth and plan,
evrybody lets them gesticulate and flap,
but nobody come forward to clap.
If you believe the greatest miracle
Is decades old lame learning to walk;
A deaf and dumb to hear and talk,
The greatest miracle you've never known,
Or the thing is with you I differ.
My days are few and too your own
And living surpasses all by far.
Waking up to find my soul
Has not fled my flesh and frame,
I must recall how to life I came.
To worship and thank the Most High,
The Giver of life and its gain;
And I never can boast nor be shy
When I breathe and see and I be sane.
In the inner sanctum of my broken heart,
there's a place still beating that is set apart.
like a little child with a toy drum,
blind and sick and deaf and dumb,
Thudding on and on and on,
until that some one calls her home.
To the tom tom rhythm
should I ask her name?
Then would I ever be the same?
Do I want to learn her secrets there?
In the inner sanctum?
Should I Dare?
In the inner sanctum of my broken heart
there's a place still beating that is set apart.
for Lainie