Short Muffle Poems
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I could not see anything wrong
With getting a tan in a thong
But it made Jan ruffle
when it failed to muffle
Spicy chili con carne pong
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
When you’re eat up with stupid,
Duct tape can’t keep you muted.
It won’t fix senseless quips,
But it will muffle your lips.
So, there’s no hope for the dim-witted.
Caution the freeway
Muffle the the noise
Scour the earth
Search out his boys
With regret
Inform them their father lay dead
Succinct in his bed
And tell the to put aside there grief
The time has come to anoint a new Chief
A vision for the hope of new tomorrow
Though path of faith is often deep and hollow
The dawn will muffle all the pains and sorrows
That sun will light the joy of bright brand new day
In silence, the thick black clouds will come to lay
Are you the
one answer
that others
can’t question
Are you the
one constant
that others
will blame
Are you the
one voice
that others
can’t muffle
Are you the
one source
that others
— can’t change
(The New Room: July, 2026)
nobody loves an angry girl.
so i muffle my screams with my bloody arm.
but thats not enough is it.
my rage is displayed on my face everywhere i go.
it lurks under my scars.
anger is a part of me.
fury, melancholy, confusion.
there's no way to hide it.
Your voice, it hurts me
Every time I hear it I feel like I need to be rushed away on a gurney
Why won’t you be quiet? -All you do is scream-
I try to muffle you with my own shouting
I’ve even tried hitting my head against a beam
But you’ll never be quiet, not until I die
The darkened chambers pierce the veil of sanity,
cold lifeless air surrounds and crushes like a vice,
eerie silence cannot muffle the wailing voices entombed,
death by evil, pure evil, permeates the flesh.
George Aul
09/22/2015
For "Four Lines" contest sponsored by Broken Wings.
outside, an incomprehensible moon hover
behind wisp fingers gracious poise across vast sky
boisterous songbird-swallows touch by the tease
opalescent wisp of light prance around them
muffle yawning lull wild succumb to slumber
savor fresh breath beneath the vault of heaven
8/6/2021
Lies and Love
Leaving lessens love
Lying ladies leave lastly
Lies linger lately
Mealtime
Minors mind manners
Mothers muffle most musings
Meals mingle morsels
Natural
Nomads never nest
Needing nothing normally
Nature nurses nil
7-19-20
Contest: Alliteration
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Feral footprints awaken underbrush of forests pensive
Random pitter-patter through twilight's misdirection
Aching winds, intimate branches stir, questing homeward
Anguished rains, ere stifling seasons muffle senses...
Tender seas toss lucky lovers sun-drenched kisses
Waves so gently crescendo, drawing destiny
to Silky Streams of Sentience
cocoon quiet
white moth wings
in beaten ears
to muffle cotton words
blue eyes flutter
beneath their lids
laughing at invisible
soundless jokes
depth perception
impeccably late
with swollen thoughts
and powdered air
closed up shop
blinds fall still
enveloped musings
and whisper wings
all this happens
in the midst of goodbye
my mind retreats
and you're still here.
Bed;
Not just a place to rest
Not just a place to
sleep
Your bed;
Your place to disappear
Your haven safe, your secrets
keep
You dry your weary eyes
Between the troubled sheets you
weep
You muffle angry screams
Beneath tormented pillows
deep
Your heavy curtains closed
You hide alone
from brutal light
In and out of consciousness
You drift and doze
through day and night
Here is the roses for your bed
You only get them when your dead
You wanted chimes so you yanked some chains
Yet you couldn’t handle the noises it brang
Remember though the noise subsides
By showing off just what you hide
Their nothing like a final christening
To muffle the ears of all the listening
And my favorite part of this regretful game
Is to admit your good, just as I the same
Glitch
Systematic, stimulated, preformulated beast..
Popularity, sincerity, just another charity feast.
Direction, perfection, an infection of Lies.
We're fools, with rules, just tools to muffle the cries.
Why? Bye? To die, one fact we must face.
Scared? Prepared? Beware of what's after this place.
Sickening, and thickening the way; our path ahead.
Hate-to-date, so much to say, has yet been said.
Form:
Juggle master kept adding to his shuffle
He is amazing said his cousin Leland Muffle.
Juggling balls, teapots, sandwiches and more.
Almost anything I bring home from the store.
Did he ever juggle guns? I ask. Did he ever juggle a knife?
He juggled a knife once, but he said he’d never do it twice.
He amazes me I said as he juggled cookies and tea cakes.
I wonder if he could juggle a few hoes and garden rakes?
Walking in the cold void,
Armies retreating in paranoid...
Families living in pride,
Flag honouring the patriotic souls...
Medals of honour for the call of duty.
Cold War marking the momentum,
Pearl harbour in the backdrop...
World War warning the after war...
Soldiers abandoning their rifles,
Survivors muffle the scuffles...
United Nations hoisting peace,
United we are,
Undrawn the divisions...
'Round & round the block she goes
Whose house she stops nobody knows
Curtains are drawn lest darkness appear
Clip-clop the lady in dark we all fear
Neighbors are heard, sobs distant muffle
Drones in the sky cause quite a kerfuffle
What evil minds invent such horror?
I pray Mother Mary help us! I implore
"Cease-fire for one-day" he exhorts with mirth
"Bombings will resume" just after His Birth
12/25/14
© All Rights Reserved
In sullen silence
darkness looms my thoughts
writhe with your absence.
My eternal grief.
A maze existence
till heartens soul rots,
ill vex incumbrance.
Longing your essence,
lumbering time jots
muffle remembrance.
My eternal grief.
2/13/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
incumbrance
https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/incumbrance
any obstruction that impedes or is burdensome
Often I flee from the hustle and bustle
To gift me some solitude in the nature
Where another me would come out from muffle
To sit beside me and ideas would shuffle;
Butterflies would unfold wings - this meeting to feature
Solitude is never a pure solitude
It needs you to give yourself a company
A creative soul always shows gratitude
For giving him a recluse from multitude ;
While saturated in it - restitutes symphony
20.04.2018
no more ringing
in my ears always
being Quasimodo
screaming about
the bells
i set my house
phone ring tone
to play a MIDI
Wagner Ride
of the Valkyries
and my cellphone
wake up alarm tone
is Bach's cello
bourree which
peacefully draws
me from my sleep
but the machines
at work later take
over so yelling
becomes
the norm for
speaking so
now i adorn
headphones
after work
to muffle
the rapid
discharge
of shots
at the shooting
range
Form:
Keep Your Eyes Open
By Franklin Price
2/21/2016
Keep your eyes open
Ears and nose to the wind
Inspiration will come
To your senses my friend
Whether poet or painter
Writer, sculptor or king
Observing surroundings
Will bring songs to sing
If you seek to know nothing
Stick your head in the sand
Make up what you want to
Do not understand
Then close your eyes tightly
Pinch nose, muffle ears
Close and lock doors and windows
Live inside with your fears
~Tears ran down my face and onto my lips,
He gently wiped them away with his fingertips.
~I looked sadly into his dark brown eyes,
I tried really hard but could not muffle my cries.
~He held me tight in a strong embrace,
I rested my head on his chest and buried my face.
~Our last embrace ended with a sweet kiss,
There was so much about him I knew I would miss.
~As he walked away I wondered my fate,
With my only love in a faraway place.
Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle
A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon
As the Towers detonate again and again
The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape
Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution