Short Tympanic Poems
Short Tympanic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tympanic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tympanic by length and keyword.
privileged clouds catch breath...
meadowlark’s song bridges gulf...
rain's tympanic leaves
Brian Johnston
November 11, 2015
tympanic laughter
of spinal decompression
a coupled release
entering the late night room
oxygen rushing headlong
quiet pillows
ebon noisemakers
brass-blows, red-green drums
tympanic lament of grief
solace throws on brown sofa
The musical band
--O' ladies and gentlemen--
Eardrum *tinnitus!
*Tintinnabulation--ringing or tinkling of bells
*Tinnitus--a ringing in the ears
Hirosimizing,
Nagasaki impacts,
Atomic bombing pejors.
Scary scabs began,
Debris of recoil doomsday,
Fetus fleets on their way out.
Mushroom cloud embeds,
Tympanic torn by air blast,
This atrocity noted.
Wham! That music is dainty.
But the bass drum gives it a kick.
Such tympanic contrast.
A tasteful tune with a rap,
such a whack, such a wallop.
Memory can tease, torture,
create that tasteful tune
while dredging up a thought
of something better not called back,
to avoid such a whack, such a wallop.
(29 Dec 2023)
Sound
breaches inner silence
of beating heart and tympanic ear
to be lost briefly in universal rhythm
of time's reverberating chord
resonating noisy earth and sonic sky
pealing our name out loud
tolling we are ready
the knell of loud then quiet
die.
for Vermillion Scythe's contest of Word Vision.
12/18/18
tentatively we touch
gentleness a brushed lingering
rising waves of repetition unfold
achingly intense
crisp as belled glass
full of heartache, plump with longing
life races toward … to ward …
in spiral tip toed pirouettes
trailing across the tympanic membranes
sliding up and down scales
darkness sharp and ivory keys
sound reminds
6/9/14
THE VIOLIN PLAYER
Poised chin, resting warmly in the tailored cup,
Seals the union.
The smooth bow tenderly caresses each tuned string;
Fingers gentle as milk
Roam the slender mahogany neck: sweetly
Stealing silence.
The ebony hued harmonic vault echoes released passions
Of an innocent heart
Bleeding a mosaic canvas: coloring metered air
With cosmic rhythms.
Cosmic rhythms: teasing tympanic membranes
With melodic ecstasy.
By Parizo Van Thulare
The echo of my rhyming
Making waves from the calcaneus up the nerve of auditory
Cleansing all which was blocked in tympanic membrane
This is poetry 's Lambast
The beauty of wisdom making Blast
This how i Cast
Hear them throb through the cortical cells
Storming and stomping as the dozer of Bells
The words through my lyics
The bond of my syllables
The fonts of the collabo
This is me the Commando
Parizo De Lá Poerto