Short Muteness Poems
Short Muteness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Muteness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Muteness by length and keyword.
Chip Friends
Long ago my chip friends had
abandoned me. My inborn muteness is
highly offensive, but
legendary.
sky serenely blue
muteness envelopes the lake
but for the falls hum
1/7/2015
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Cluttered endeavor's raise voices
In desperate fettered chaos...
Elements of love open,
Laughing in lofty muteness
Cynthia
Judging by his muteness, he is sick,
Sickly fallible;
Yet by his playing the verbose
The man gets no better;
He is sick, no matter what he does,
No matter how he looks today;
All of them are sick, except me!
Hours pass, never regained
Surely as wind squall
Before summer's rain
Words unspoken, muteness maintain
Invisible walls rise
To hide inner pain
Apathy shown, hurting retained
Paths have now parted
Neither to blame
Escape barriers, peace is the aim
Embrace aloneness
And find there no shame
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind
By pillars of dolor I am marred
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
Devoured within muteness forlorn I whine
Could such sequences be signs?
All that was alluring adorned boulevards
‘Twas at the crossroads I became color blind
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving Granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces did dwell.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future.
i’ve never seen out a window ~ maybe you can help describe the scene
said the blind man to Siri ~ asking her to throw light on his life’s dream
a chatbot overheard Siri’s muteness ~ and typed I see what she means
#bonus monoku#
turn your iphone on its side ~ my point of view simply aligns the screen
By
David Kavanagh
Our gossipy lips
Have a shutting zip:
The flying words we quip
We can their wings clip
And the speeches we hasten
On some muteness fasten …
Come the killing desire to gossip
Find some diverting juice to sip
Or restraining wisdom grip,
So that our tongues wouldn’t slip.
Our lips Gossips richly moisten,
As listeners’ eyes fully glisten:
But victims empower to raise hell
By hundred times A Warning Bell.
THOSE SMILES SERVED AS BAITS
AND I WANTED TO SET SOME DATES.
I FELL IN THE OCEAN OF HER CUTENESS,
STRUGGLING THERE WITH MY MUTENESS.
STARING HER FROM DAWN TILL NOON.
I THOUGHT I’LL TALK TO HER SOON.
THERE WERE EXCHANGE OF SOME SMILES,
I FELT LIKE COLLECTING THEM AND PRESERVING IN FILES.
I HAD COURAGE TO TALK,
AND THEN I JUST TOOK A WALK.
THEN ONE DAY FINALLY I REALIZED
IT WAS NOT LOVE,
BUT LOT LIKE LOVE!!!
God & Time on Parade
Written: by Tom Wright
11/14/2014
Intently,
I listen for any sounds of Fife or Drum;
But with no visual perception,
I find only muteness of time marching on;
In its own manner it pilfers our memories
Leaving granite chiseled names,
And pillaged spaces where faces once dwelled.
Time bequeaths each a past,
Grants the present Millisecond,
And conveys hope of a future;
His lips are moving
But there’s nothing coming out
And I’m laughing like I’ve never laughed before
His facial expression tells a story
That his muteness can’t relate
And I wholly understand
When you lose your voice completely
You have lost me absolutely
I am thinking that
You might still speak your mind
But you have fought the good fight
And you’ve lost it tonight
And I am thinking that
This very well might be the end, my former friend
Form:
At the couch we intertwine
Mixing aroma with romance
The heavy knocked efface
As muteness make mockery of the moment
A still silent night stooped before her lower chamber
The veil was open
Fear blinked at me
But her eyes whisper, be calm, am not here to take advantage of you
As the moment of the top, bottom, and back lull
As my dreams drift into her spine
A naughty boy she hallowed
Keep dreaming, she echo,
Time will tell
The second dream will tell
awoh awoh
INNOCENCE TAKEN
Weighty muteness surrounds her
It crushes the stagnant air
Wraps humiliating memory
In black, blue, navy nightmare.
Unable to breath or embrace
Hopeless emptiness of sound
Distrust and fears that linger
Long after rapist left her bound.
Voice silenced, shattered, muffled
Only roaches hear deadened cries
Wet tears and red stain evidence
Camouflage body …left traumatized.
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Dec.22,2017 >
Overflowing Pride
Written: by Tom Wright
November 2015
With remains now scattered to forever meander,
Let my pride in his armed service remain swollen.
Now seated in muteness and with mental gander,
Endeavoring to call back years that I deem stolen;
Though Joe’s ashes now rest in some field alone,
And many, perchance, will blank out his name.
He will never become just a disregarded stone,
But an additional reminder of war’s cruel game;
INNOCENCE TAKEN
Weighty muteness surrounds her
It crushes the stagnant air
Wraps humiliating memory
In black, blue, navy nightmare.
Unable to breath or embrace
Hopeless emptiness of sound
Distrust and fears that linger
Long after rapist left her bound.
voice silenced, shattered muffled
Only roaches hear deadened cries
Wet tears and red stain evidence
Camouflage, body left traumatized.
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Dec.22,2017 copyright
When you walk alone in the dark
In the seconds to midnight
When you inhale slowly
In the deepest inquisition
Which part is quizzing, puzzling
Great creations surrounds you
The stars guides you, tells you the right direction
But you are deaf to judge muteness
The limit line of dimension, space and time
Extending to unknown limitation
Muteness getting worse
Which part is quizzing, puzzling
Great creations or your self
Copyright reserved
But piracy yells at muteness