Short Deafness Poems
Short Deafness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deafness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deafness by length and keyword.
Ludwig Beethoven baptised in Bonn
loved both music&song
Prolific was his second name
deafness never inhibited this game
Ludwig von Beethoven number nine*
despite deafness musically sublime
it's like a singer
performing on stage
without vocal chords
his words fall
hushed in silence
like a deafness
upon ears
that hear
Ever been diagnosed with minor deadness
When symptoms are stiffness and deafness
Stillness prevails
Absence of emails
Also restricts their game of tennis
TONE DEAF
Blind men searching for a silent sound
amid the cacophonic ruins
of solitude’s deafness.
John G. Lawless
8/7/2014
For PD’s contest
Any poem under 5 lines #1
She feigned deafness hearing Hoke's corny jokes,
often why the chicken crossed the road,
Hoke yelled louder,
broke sound barrier,
Miss Daisy at the end of her rope.
11-9-16
Day-after-day the widow
"listens out for the ordinary"
and hears only susurrant voices
until deafness overcomes her
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 21, 2012
Inspired by Jan Oskar Hansen's "To Be Alone"
Ludwig von Beethoven
German extraordinaire
composed music for forty-five years
seven hundred and twenty-two works of brilliance
first performance at age seven
deafness did not stop his genius
an inspiration
Day's drama comes to a drop
Deep blinds disseminated
Disclosing the doors of dusk
Deathly deafness developed
Darkness deters and dwindles
Discomfort and drudgery
Downtime for an endless deal
Place : 4
After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
Unwoven...
Smell
the most
precious
and last sense
to go
Its
lingering
fragrance
vanishing
slow
A
single
carnation
a bright
yellow rose
Through
deafness
and darkness
till death
—wafting so
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Ludwig van Beethoven raised music to the plane of art
The power of his composition conveyed the cadence of heart
Fused vocal and instrumental melodies in Ninth Symphony unique
Struggled heroically with deafness though life turned silently bleak.
Open yourself
to a sound
(the spinning of the planets)/
deafness and darkness
(the pair; duality!)//
multiplied by know'd resolution.
Step you onto surfaces
spinning in outerness
climb ladders of terrest;
the earth has its foot
on man's chest!
When silence knock the door
After all fights to be calmed
Plugged my ear to hear music
Pray to my dark deafness.
Survival of basic skills
Become a necessity as breath.
Plugged to calm to unbearable one.
What the music accomplish
In hands of capital gain.
An enigma
wrapped in mystery
covered in secrets
risking hell
A legend
from the ages
bereft of sages
casting spells
The message
nondescriptive
in ephemera
laden tongues
Lucy in the sky
bejeweling
screaming deafness
— silence won
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Bringing out the light from the dark
Expunge evil from a makers mark
God cleanse it, the deftness aptly applied
Dumbness and deafness, captured astride
Too daft to get it, to pray, instead let it
Too deep inside, eating, without the wit
To see the honest truth
See yourself to the booth
Living in a world of darkness.
Could I do it?
Could I imagine it?
Could I relate?
Could I?
Living in a silent world.
Could I do it?
Could I be this brave?
Could I stand it?
Could I?
Living in a world of hate.
Could I do it?
Could I survive?
Could I glean any happiness?
Could I?
In a way I envy deaf people.
For they never have to hear
The words that leave your mouth.
They don't have to hear the wars
Of insults that rage in school
Halls.
In a way I mourn deaf people.
For they never get to hear
Spoken poems or a piano's
Music.
Which is better,
Never to hear guile
Or
Never to hear beauty.
erupts
Does refusing to see,
cloud your vision again,
Does refusing to hear,
bring on deafness my friend
If you close all the doors,
does silence descend,
Till lonliness intervenes,
Refusing to love,
Brings bad tidings and then,
Solo the path, & solitudes, when,
Set on them chickens,
like clukky ole hen,
Till love erupts on the scene.
Don Johnson
I’d orbid any suns with you,
or earths.
Together casting shadows,
Proclaiming insignificance
of light or night or day or
time.
Silently swooning weightless,
airless.
Compositions of magnificence
crashing through stars
and holes of darkness.
Big, bold balls of deafness
with graves of blazing fire.
Nautical pilots of our sky
orbiting each other.
I convoke you,
I summon you
in the midst of deafness
and paleness of humanity
aimlessly...
Let's walk following the light
that's up there...
Light that you extrude all evil,
all our fears...
So let's walk toward the meeting
PF the unknown paradise
that we were promised...
Let's walk without looking back,
so that we don't become stones
loose on the journey... !
Failure of its survival replaces itself to hate
Obsession blunts notorious of speech stones others
Nightmares of childhood turns joy to reclaim deafness
Making a day is paying debt without escape
Gathering family is a pray or a nightmare
History of affair be the judge becoming a pirate
Before turning glory to a peeple stone
Recall its self remininesence live in each day
Dad was a deaf crab
limerick
Dad was a deaf crab very bad
My mom was naturally sad
Uca the fiddler
The greatest riddler
Riddled dad's deafness- deadbeat dad
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace
At mesmerising patterns flowing sport
Tumult begins to fade from conscious thought
Bringing a taste of peaceful solitude
That often in our hectic lives eludes
Although the world of noise goes unperceived
The loss has never given cause for grief
With joyful heart embracing life to full
All other senses deafness over-rule
The sky broke, it did not rain,
the clouds did not part,
a faded blue did not fade away,
behind that, an intimation,
a featureless back-lit gray
watched.
Eyes blinked, heads turned,
a silent cacophony plucked
at a collective deafness.
Some presumed, other's assumed,
but all knew
that the space between us, and the All,
was as fragile as the air in our lungs
or those turbulent skies
behind our eyes.