Short Hears Poems
Short Hears Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hears by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hears by length and keyword.
I found me self in a pickle
When I sat on a thistle
The pricks went in
I started to scream
They lied, they said it would tickle
head has eyes
in head ears are there
sees and hears
She sits on the bench
Her life in three plastic bags
Singing to herself
Her mind dancing all about
To music only she hears
As your tears flow through the windows of your own soul, oh grieving heart,
Know always these are only but the gentlest of water droplets
Always evaporating upwards towards the Heavens.
Love is sometimes
like a pale star in the distance
which doesn't brighten or warm the heart,
sometimes like our own sun,
which usually burns the heart,
in our own sky
However,
meahwhile, nobody hears our cry
hears the rooks cawing
as he strolls through the grave yard - -
sees her watching him
* for Andrea's (and Nikko's) contest
The Woman in Black is a book and a film - a big buck version is currently being filmed, I've heard
Earnestly ye pray for miracles,
And ye pray for signs.
No faith that He'll answer, No answers ye find.
Be thou amazed? Why so surprised?
He answers, “yes”, “wait”, or “ no”.
But He SHALL faithfully guide.
If you couldn't hear me speak
Yet I will still converse I would speak
Because Jesus my Lord my God hears me always
And when I speak
So yet even in the still
And yet even in the quiet
My God hears all...
Always
3/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
He hears our hearts cry when words cannot speak,
When our soul is in anguish and our emotions run deep,
He answers our prayers before we can utter a word,
The silent desires of our hearts are already heard,
His plans for us may not be what we expect,
But we trust in his love He will bring us the best....
My
Mom
Hears with
Her eyes; see.
She brings out the
very best in me.
She hears gifts inside me
Builds on them to help me be;
The very best that I can be.
She watches my moves and my actions
Which gives her purpose and reaction.
She hears my purpose by the things I do,
What Mother's hear will bring out the best in you.
The wind hears many secrets
As he blows at his election.
Only a hearer at best -
He mulls them over and again
But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
For there are too many to recount.
The wind also has many lovers -
Appreciating the trees -
Caressing the flowers
And cooling warm cheeks
But preferring to roam -
Blows away to a place unknown.
Through pain,
Through sorrow,
Through a lonely nights tears.
No warmth,
No love,
Only cold lifeless fear.
The locking
Of a door,
Sends your heart on a deep plummet.
In the darkness,
In the room,
Your anger summits.
Somewhere not far,
She plays a computer game,
Ignoring your screams of her name.
For in this horror,
In this nightmear,
You know it will always be the same.
She never hears anything.
Hillary Hears a Who!
Who is an Amma slam?
One who Gives a Damn,
Just ask Melli,
Or Will, Sam or Ellie,
Our Hill who’s True Blue not Glam!
Who has a swell Quill?
Arrows that instill ,
Handfuls of Humor,
Armfuls of Amour,
Our Hil is not Over the Hillery!
Who keeps an All Size Zoo?
Variety of Color & Hue,
Hillary’s Gorillary,
Ants from Aunt Hill aka Hillary,
Empathetic Hillary Hears a Who!
I feel you in the trees that, dance in the wind.
I hear you whisper, in their leaves.
Encrypted secrets shared, with we who listen, with our soul.
From my soul to your soul;
unzipped code in the wind;
sorted by the leaves.
The material world entraps all souls;
trees awakened by chanting winds,
will speak with their leaves.
Trees tell the wind, with leaf voices;
whom are the worthiest souls.
My soul does phantom the desires of my heart, but the righteousness of God surpasses all of those thoughts. I am embellished by the prosperity. Of the essence of my God "HE HEARS MY PLEA"
" Give ear to my words, o Lord. Consider my meditation hearken to the voice of my cry.My king and my god , four unto thee , I will pray
Psalm 5:1-2 "
2/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
CRIES OF HUMANITY NO ONE CARES NOR HEARS
The wine is fluent to drink
Yet humanity cries in fear
Tasting the bitter sweets of defeat
Yells of screams incomplete
Yet humanity cries in fear
Silence are the lambs
Yells of screams incomplete
Occasional misery discreet
Silence are the lambs
Tasting the bitter sweets of defeat
Occasional misery discreet
The wine is fluent to drink
12/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
I hear the song of the ocean,
It wafts beyond the dune;
It floats along across the sands
And ebbs and flows in tune.
I feel its rhythm of motion
In the breeze blowing in;
And the dancing seagrass floweth
To its gay lyric spin.
I hear the song of the ocean,
Sweet notes upon these ears;
It beckons with soft white hands,
But my heart sees not or hears.
It is lost unto the notion
of love that might have been;
It beats its rhythm and knoweth
No greater song hath men.