Sound Poems | Examples of Sound Poetry

I took the road less traveled to hear if a falling tree with no one around (aside from yours truly) does make a sound but lost my way veered far astray and for the life of me couldn't see the forest for the trees but if I could it would feel so good not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump as then I'd be...

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2025.07.09 Wednesday. Ludwig van Beethoven wrote "To play a wrong note is insignificant, To play without passion is inexcusable". I have been distracted and emotionally affected, By this particular shop. Therefore, "To be served by a bunch of unlady like women Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another, At their shop in food court of the shopping centre Would be like to...

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Three harpsichords dance in kaleidoscopic sound. Our Johann Sebastian paints colors that abound, radiantly prancing in patterns so profound....

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Written By: A. Pseudonym The Motif was decided to precede each new verse The words were written to inspire a sound a big bold beautiful sound happy enough to smile melancholy from the frustration of lacking inspiration having been blessed with those who share the interest of completion and a strong spirt those music lovers are willing to collaborate and compose to complete that full rainbow of emotion that put's signatures on...

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The Segue Bought a sense of happiness midway through the song It is the songs signature a segue that changes the actual mood through modulation Written By: A.Pseudonym. Of Whiskey scented Words LLC> 21 and Over Songs for People a sense of betrayal heartbreak over a self-created image I conjured it up myself setting high standards wanting to much what I thought I was seeing wasn't...

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Little Miss Tough Sat on her duff whining ‘bout ‘The Amerikan Way’ Along came a missile ...

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Why yo bassooning and ovoein' When we really happy? Where shall I belong The mission of chloride We decide To have it Extract gold from sand Those certain places And those common cases Where gold is made By man It's of nature yes muthanature Fodda thyme is ah man Guess I'm saying Ian I relying That Aye-you is made by a man Diamond fixed What's up trick You got it all in yo' hand She-it...

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I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and...

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some posters are sweet when they are silent cos they do not open their .... ...

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The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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Inner voices sound disturbed Behave yourself sent via thoughts Sleep has deserted me, so confused Time to visit long ago scenes Find my friends of time gone by I find myself on the pathway of ocean views Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me No one around to view my crazy antics Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names A voice...

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alarm bells unheeded no hurry no scurry damn jury damn bells ring yet ...

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M-elodies A-nd R-hythm I-nspire E-ars, A-wakening N-ew N-ote's D-eeply R-ested E-yes, A-s F-inished L-yrics O-f R-ecordings E-levate S-ongs. ©bfa062025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Marie Anndrea I. Flores)...

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Of eleven children he was the first and from an early age for research had a thirst his love of dogs was no surprise highly regarded he received the Nobel Prize altho' no longer around of all those that ever were I clearly like the sound as with food it goes so well and if nothing else the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell ...

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between the hush and the cry we lean into what we can’t quite tell to the same a door ajar, no key in sight a sigh half-swallowed in the throat grief is hope with no shame we neither stay nor fully stray our shadows dance without a shell and laugh, as if the blur was to blame Tesla 3-6-9...

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