Short Loud Noise Poems
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seldom spoken words
across the void of sound shown
I see the loud noise
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
In a deep slumber
I awoke by a loud noise
I went to see what happed
Inside the tub
Bottles spread out in the tub
The shelf fell into the tub
river catfish is startled by a splash
he dives down into the lake
hitting the natural springs
unaware he made this loud noise
with his enormous flipper of a tail
too much loud noise when I am in the crowd.
In the restaurant, someone drops a plate.
a child cries but I can't wait.
The speaker plays a long song.
too much loud noise when I am in the crowd.
Recently when I bend over, I make a loud noise
Stuff that's not nailed down sure gets destroyed
Kinda private but hey
It's really free that way
My attitude towards life is I'm still a wee boy
A loud noise jars my senses
Rips me away from creative thoughts
And steals my inner serenity.
Is it a passing truck back-firing?
Or a teenagers glass-pack shouting
"Notice me, you fool,
I am
Macho man!"
written August 2, 2021
We settled in for the long flight home,
the loud noise got our attention.
Dinner was served with a smile,
then the captain came on.
We blew out our tires on take off,
now for an emergency landing.
One Brief Unforgettable Moment.
Foodle I think
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (LOL)
What is a foodle,
a word, line or doodle
Darn heat
re tweet
Hash tag
why brag
loud noise
crazy boys
girl squeak
tension release
overjoyed
fart deployed
end this
I wish
Date: 7/14/15
Jessica Thompson
Being as how I am the 4th graders lunch room monitor,
I think I know how a prison guard feels.
A loud noise gets my head up and turned.
When someone stands, I flip my head over there.
I would like to reach for my taser.
Unfortunately, the principal took it away.
Just kidding.
Eat Wasabi
Breathe Fire
Cracker Night
Bon Fire
Cozy Warm
Fire Place
Brimstone
Hell Fire
Loud Noise
Back Fire
Back Burn
Start Fire
Matchstick
Create Fire
Gun Hire
Sure Fire
Rub Sticks
Make Fire
Scrub Burns
Bush Fire
Home Burns
House Fire
Taste Jalapeno
Eat Fire
Hundred Birthdays
Cake on Fire
For Migrants No Other Choice
When we had heard voice after voice,
Containing crying making loud noise;
Heading here,
Still with fear;
Coming to America was only choice.
To arrive in America tried and tried,
And yet after all of this she still died;
Another migrant,
To heaven went;
No water supplied and father cried.
Jim Horn
S-ilent waters run deep,
M-aking the river stay serene;
I-t's truly nice to know
T-hat the insight is
H-idden.
G-et the message from the words,
U-sing not the loud noise;
M-eaning of the phrases
A-ims not for the shallow voice.
W-isdom from heaven above
I-s truly worth to keep;
D-ay twenty-seven of September, silent waters run deep.
A rumbling constantly moves this room.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Room. Boom.
Boiler?
Monster?
Perpetual thunder king?
Rumble. Rumble. Tumble. Rumble.
Back and forth. Forth and back.
The constancy of it is more than I can take.
I have not gotten used to it yet.
This is year six.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Terrible place for a counselor’s office.
Bam! Crash! Crack! The hippo went down.
A resounding loud noise in Ice Skating town.
Is the ice cracking? One of the owners cried.
Yes, another agreed, a snake has slithered inside.
I knew this was a lie for the snakes hibernate.
Keep going kids! I hollered. Go on and skate.
I helped the hippo get up and got him warm.
The rest of them left though, in a kind of swarm.
Bring back those sad songs,
like "Teen Angel" "Patches"
"Honey" "Ebony Eyes"
today what do we hear?
Loud noise, rap and more loud noise,
music today does nothing for love,
you really can't even sing to this
so called music.
So bring back those good old
songs of long ago, and lets get
down and do our thing, or
what ever these young kids
call it now days.
wrote 8-6-08
At the shopping mall
Coffee in my hand
Along with a scorn
I choose a table
To enjoy my treat
A loud noise s
is heard
It had startled me
Coffee in my hand
Then landed on me
From my top to slack
A horrible mess
Tried to clean it up
Did the best i could
Stains did not wash off
So spent the whole noon
Shopping in stained clothes
Till i found a new top
Replaced to wear
You...
Your the one who put
Us through this
The nights we wake up
Hungry and you wasn't near
We looked out the window
It's still so clear
What a loud noise
To hear my baby brother cry
It wasn't just me
It was me and him
Doing your job
Since the day he was born
I'll love him forever
My baby,
He will always be mine
But what you put us through
Can never be rewind
You can never define!!!
Hot,
cooking
days and nights.
Parades in town,
dancing horses ~ clowns.
Sky lights up everywhere,
pretty colors fill the air.
Animals do not like the noise,
the loud noise hurts their sensitive ears.
The fourth is over so Happy Birthday.
I try to look at life head on,
On some days I want to be gone.
Gone to a place far from the crowd,
Crowd out sounds in my head so loud.
Loud noise I cannot bear because I fear,
Fear, for speech is noise I cannot hear.
Hear what my lips and my fingers say,
Say that you accept what I sign today.
Today I simply just want you to know,
Know this dear heart, I do love you so.
© Dave Timperley 14 September 2016
HAVE A LISTEN
No one could stand it
A long quiet period
Yes! intense quiet
We who are so used to noise
We would go stark raving mad!
And what antidote?
Why the antidote is noise
With electric shocks
Little spurts of pure LOUD noise
But don’t overdo.
Look at today’s world
A world gone stark raving mad
A world in love with
NOISE! The worst cacophony
God grant us peace and quiet
Sarah had wounded animal eyes whether she had been
an owl, a deer, or a dog is unknown.
However, I know that she must be treated as softly
and quietly as possible.
A loud noise
A fragrance
A light touch
Might re-traumatize her
Approach her as a tiny violet which has been broken,
stepped on and smeared in mud.
I advise her teacher to approach slowly and cautiously.
And above all, no sudden movements or touches.
It was rainy afternoon
We met at cafe
With our wet clothes on
Drank a cup of Latte.
Made a loud noise
Everyone stared us
We even didn’t care
How they looked at us.
So I grabbed my pocket
There was none
We saw ourselves silent
Decided to run.
We stood up on a table
Smiling around
We ran out from cafe
Whining at town.
We laughed stupidly
Though we were chased
Like those crazy kids
Who run in a maze.
April 21,2015
you won't know my pain
when silent tears mix with rain
get washed without being seen
you won't hear my voice
when cold cries mix with loud noise
I cling alone to my woes
you won't see my love
when time mixes with money
there are no memories made
July 21, 2016.
Compose a Choka - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Janis Thompson
Syllables: 5 - 7 - 7, 5 - 7 - 7, 5 - 7 - 7.
I am trapped , I have been in this same spot before, a self made prison
Search for a moment of glory and peace
Trapped and tormented, no peace in this crippling cell
I can't move , paralyzed by fear
My soul cries out
The voice in my head speaks loud,noise is all I hear
The inner man struggles
The war within is never ending
Death is an open door ,my only freedom
I pray to feel the sting of death in my feet
I pray for this peace
Deafening loud noise fills the air
Bursting crackers middle of night
Smoke and pollution fills the air
Outside it is horrendous sight
Bursting crackers middle of night
Educated men doing it
It is definitely not right
Government should not permit it
Educated men doing it
Smoke and pollution fills the air
Government should not permit it
Deafening loud noise fills the air
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