Short Hard Of Hearing Poems

Short Hard Of Hearing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hard Of Hearing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hard Of Hearing by length and keyword.


Had Been Hard of Hearing

Had Been Hard of Hearing

Sounds in ear keep disappearing;
Must have been  hard of hearing,
Likes cold slaw;
Broke the law,
When he should be God fearing.
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Form: Limerick


Deafjeff

One whose hard of hearing,
Can't hear the danger nearing.

                                  ---- Princefreakasso
                                       (Artist and Poet)
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member He Will Kill You Too

Geo is an apple-polishing sycophant.
He’ll kill you too, says hard-of-hearing Grandpa Grant.
Confusing sycophant with psychopath, I guess.
The next family reunion is a horrible mess.

Trump Had a Hula Hoop

Trump Had A Hulahoop

About Trump have heard the latest scope;
Had one heck of a time with a hula hoop;
Hard of hearing;
Twilight is nearing;
Long ties he languished did dip into soup.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member In Sizzling Soup

They spent many happy years of married life, hard of hearing he heard the shout of his wife. She once told buy potato, he bought bagful tomato, found himself sunk in the sizzling soup of strife.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member crocodile warning

her parents were hard of hearing but refused to wear aids
making Miss Polly the loudest croc in the everglade
we swamp people knew she was coming every single time
not only was she unusually loud, but she tended to wheeze and whine.
Form: Rhyme

Trump Has Been Hard On Us

Trump Has Been Hard On Us

Can you imagine Trump's fingers eight feet long; 
With this,  many things surely have to be wrong; 
Low will power; 
Likes golden shower, 
And so much sex we can hear in his each song.

Have you ever heard of an eight foot
hard on before? Goes along with Trump
being hard of hearing.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Respect is the only thing that will

Without respect it is hard to find peace,
Without respect Love may be one sided,
Without respect we tend to become hard of hearing,
Without respect opportunities to grow are limited,
Without respect hate finds it easy to gain a foothold,
Without respect it is easy to lie and cheat,
Without respect a short life will seem long.
Form: Didactic

Of Love's Syndrome

OF LOVE’S SYNDROME


Insomnia
Loss of appetite
Daydreaming
Incessant smiling
Neurotic
Indecisiveness
Misjudgment
Distress
Stress
Walking endlessly
Flighty
On cloud nine
Ulceritis
Hard of hearing
Nervous breakdown
Imagine illness
Unexplainable phenomena
Sinusitis
Unknown cause of crying
Disorientation.

PLEASE SEE A CARDIOLOGIST OR A COMEDIAN!
Form:

Premium Member the water guy

the water guy has an annoying loud voice
I jumped a foot when he asked if I wanted a drink
I have heard megaphones that were softer

I dare not touch the water
fearing he will return and scream at me again
He must be hard of hearing

But I am not
Why do they let him work here? I asked another waitress
We cannot get rid of him, she confided. He owns this restaurant.

Haiku Medley

Watched you pack your bag.
Sadness stood with me as i
Waved goodbye to love.

The hard of hearing
Listen to the spoken word.
Never sounds the same.

High winds bend forest
Trees, that shiver their green leaves.
Takes my breath away.

The night crept along
Silently window shopping,
Observed by a patient moon.

Silver freckles in 
The sky at dusk make me smile.
They twinkle twinkle.
Form: Haiku

Trump and Deaf Ear

Trump and Deaf Ear

Last time that we did see Trump's Ear,
A deaf one was sure to always appear;
When nearing;
Hard of hearing;
White House wish had been out of here.

This might sound familiar and I always 
wonder what it would take to have a 
Trump supporter be disappointed in him.
He has been hard on the farmers.

Jim Horn

Poems are always interesting when 
comments are with them.
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member cake on her head

She promenaded in wearing a cake on her head
This made us all laugh except dour uncle Ted
Happy birthday she sang in a high soprano voice
What did she say? Asked hard-of-hearing old Royce.

With a flourish she plunked the cake onto a table.
A distant cousin, our cake-designing wonder Miss Mable.
We were all glad she had come, and brought us this fine cake.
We gave grandpa a party, and a tasty chocolate shake.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Moment of Silence Please

A MOMENT OF SILENCE PLEASE

mammoth misophonia
like monarch butterflies

he’s hard of hearing ~
resolved to turn sound up

nails on chalkboard
multiplicity of bongo drums

she hears everything
the clink clink of

spoon against bowl
the chomp chomp

of each major bite
piercing the night

this acute butterfly
must flee or fight

teeth ground down
tongue bleeding

she kisses her man
good night

7/16/2017

Premium Member Mother of All Evils

Mother of all Evils



You,
Hard-of-hearing,
Dweller of darkness,
Mother of all evils:
Ignorance

You, who are unable 
To hear the truth,
Even though it is spoken
Through the mouth of
Thunder,
But who easily discern 
The fainting whispers
Of monstrous lies, 

Why don’t you open, 
For once,
Your detrimental prison
Of calamitous darkness 
And let luminous knowledge
Establish its dominion
For humanity's sake?



© Demetrios Trifiatis
Form: Epigram

Living With the Hard of Hearing

Hello can you hear me
Speaking louder is key
Make sure they see your lips
Talk slow and clear

TV is too loud
Barraged by too much sound
Silence cannot be achieved
Not even a thought can be perceived

Words misconceived
Offense received
Information missed
Miscommunication persist

Effects the young
Effects the old
Problem is ignored
Wishing their hearing was restored

Assistance they need
To help them succeed
As their hearing fades
Thankful for hearing aids
Form: Rhyme

Tolerance By Itself Is Not a Virtue,

Tolerance by itself not a virtue,
Nor is acceptance,
As they generally come with poor eyesight,
No insight,
Are hard of hearing,
And tend to be motivated by fear.

The good news is that,
We still have patience and understanding,
To turn to.

There are abilities that we can call on too,
That can help us understand, 
How to truly help,
How to truly Love,
How to work towards a peace,
That will last,
One that is not based on fear,
One that any heart that is open can find.

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