Short Mute Poems
Short Mute Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mute by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mute by length and keyword.
just your being here,
such wordless comfort, wondrous,
we two are now us.
You whine, you moan, complain and groan,
on & on, a cyclic whinging drone.
I listen patiently – what a glutton.
But how I wish you had a mute button.
My foe, shivering
I drew my sword, glistening
Swooning dead away, he, hushed...
Over to him, ran
I, swashbuckling... Arising
he, screaming madly... Deaf, I
Loud TV ads drive me insane!
They're drilling right into my brain!
But, hey! This is cute;
There's a button called Mute!
-Do you get it or shall I explain?
All the words I cannot say,
even though I'm not mute,
all the tears & fears I cry and hide,
everything I keep inside all comes out with
one thing in mind...
What causes those daft in the head
To hurt others with things they’ve said
If you must then vent
Your jealous intent
Perhaps you should mute it instead.
Silence wraps itself around my senses
Soundless visions tiptoe through my mind
In my world, sound has been suspended
I hear your voice only with my eyes
And quietly, with my hands I speak
Your eyes glisten
and a tear forms.
Your Braille tongue
mouths a silent vocabulary.
The ‘O’ of your mouth
spells out the anguish within,
and with mute hands
you give voice to
an ear-piercing scream.
does no one hear me
are my words merely empty space
does no one speak my language
am i just a stranger in a crowd
alone in this sea of bodies
that perpetually pass me by
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The sounds you hear
Your lovely fear
Lay down and close your eyes
As angels sing you sweet lullabies
When your heart flies like doves
Spreading all your love
Sweet soul underground
No more love to go around
Form:
I often stay mute
not to touch fire
in the world...
I although speak
so that the world
Will not explode
in lies
and bombs ...
Bloody windows grin with people looking in
Four empty spaces pulsating from within
So many dreams don't fit .. feel spasms in my chin
Those useless lips of mine can't tell me if I scream....
for Brian Strand's Contest
Bloody windows grin with people looking in
Four empty spaces pulsating from within
So many dreams don't fit .. feel spasms in my chin
Those useless lips of mine can't tell me if I scream....
for Brian Strand's Contest
Virtue when expressive,
deafens bad intention
Its voice to live beyond,
excuses and retort
A minstrel plays a song unsung,
as sages rise to dance
All words rephrased in lyric tones
—the devil mute and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
I stop at times
My thoughts pause or I mute them all .
Nope ; I recline in some other thoughts
Some other savage thoughts
Without a language ,without a dream
I mute them all .
Like those creepy eyes ,thoughts spring up again after an unquenched lustful ******.
The Vindictive Con-Artistry Of
The Warmth Of Conviction.
What A Slow And
Penetrating Loneliness.
Isolated In
Wishless Retribution.
Helplessness
Exploited.
Representing.
Unique.
Wordlessness.
Sympathy's Conspiring Pride...
...arama.
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
When the heart breaks like a stone,
sometimes we lose our words
just like a pre-civilization mute
and we cry and moan,
in hurt, in anger, and in deepest of pain,
and then we regain
the words, as we put the pieces of our heart
back together,
put on the mask and start to act again.
(11.28.2024)
I watched in sheer amazement
At their lively repartee
Of such silent engagement
Discussed extensively.
Expressed in small hand gestures
And eloquent vivid signs,
Messages sent were sure
Relayed as they designed.
As mute and deaf speak
Broken are the barriers
We cannot call them weak
In life, they can hear better.
I am mute.
I never speak.
To other people's voices I kneel
I've never been very happy
holding everything in
It's ironic because the one
day I actually made noise
It was right before I hung myself
I screamed.
Finally people could hear
Finally people could see
But it was a late sentiment
Because I could no longer breath
Raining metallic drops
Pounding on my head,
A drum roll...
Raining metallic drops
Slide along my hair,
A violin serenade..
Raining metallic drops
Bouncing from my eyelashes,
A piano symphony..
Raining metallic drops
Makes mascara disappear,
The audience applauses..
Raining metallic drops,
I'll be thinking of you
Next time black clouds spit.
Trapped in between the lyric
and music
Wandering in a rhythm
of lost expectation
Blaming each note still unplayed
and unwritten
The echoes distend
in a moment’s undoing
Hearing a chorus
when no choir is present
Voices imagined
to sing my sequester
Wandering aimless
through scores of abandon
Harmony denied me
—nightmarish and deafening
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
I’m sorry for using the L word,
And not saying it to you.
I’ve said it twice of late you see,
And both times far too soon.
The truth is I have wanted to,
And many times I’ve tried.
But I’d hate to face rejection,
A ‘no’ etched in your eyes.
But still, I plan to tell you straight,
And tear the veil away.
A word that has hidden far too long,
I’m no longer scared to say.
Dark room mute whispers
Her Angel-breath a wind
Doubt forms a circle
Each blended acrylic memory
Paints pain in my beating soul
Doubt forms a circle
Each brushstroke thins the ghost
The still room blasts a symphony
Doubt forms a circle
“May the Circle be unbroken…”
I want to remember
Her eyes
Moaning love
In the laughing
Summer sun
Where are you lingering?
you hide your fiery trail;
inspiration gleaming bright
grows dim and deathly pale.
Secret whispered phrases,
hand over mouth are held
captive in a stagnant soul,
pure drops in fountains failed.
Beyond release tormented,
behind restraining bars
waiting for the night to swell
and birth abundant stars.
Copyright, September 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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Essentially noble
mine honorable resolve
became moot
when hern shared mine
lewd
for my desire of her
snips
to molt
for mine eyne to sustain
hern glabrous
Yesss
the turgid affinity
of the succulent
nectarine
yesss
bursting
betraying mute