Sound(A) Poems - Poems about Sound(A)

TRYING TO SILENCE

You're trying to silence the world

It Just Won't Let Me Go

       Something’s rumbling inside me
        pushing, kicking
        shoving, shouting 
     And it won’t let me go, oh no
     It just won’t let me go… 

  

The Spark

It’s not the storms that bring me down,
But sudden noise or violent sound.
A cupboard slams, the coffee spills,
And I’m back among the distant hills.

A car backfires, an angry tone,
And I’m no longer here alone.
The past comes rushing, sharp and fast,
The present’s gone, the moment’s passed.

A shadow moves, my heartbeat climbs,
I’m trapped inside those other times.
So

Succuss and Influence

Incurred a higher price
we couldn't resist they were
unquie and near perfect
the cost of hiring this Musicail Marvel
could, should and would
prove to be Musicail genius.
the skill level of the musicains
impressed all." The right people smiled"
one person said. The studios reputation
bought a certain level of eminence.
Eigenharp and  Hanagon are new instruments
we wished to incorpate them into
our

Lovers kinda Bley

Told me you loved me
told me you cared
if thereah- problem
You'd always be there

I could lean on you
Cause you really loved me
Said you were my lover
My Lover and Friend

In such this obligation
a emotional stress
seems you were testing me
And I passed your test

Asked me to yours 
All to yourself 
Just me and you
And no one else

I saw

It all dpends

I know you can groove
but I wanna see you
dance
i wanna see you dance
I wanna see you dance
Dance
Dance
Dance for me.....
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It all depends
and those who
so evers
and whats going on
and who's deemed clever
taken in account to
the calender
your plans and mine
and to what
each prefers
it al depends
it all depends

Giving consideration
to your cumstance
I'm opened to agreeing
dancers need preparation
lyrics need beleiving
it all

The policing of voice

It's not about tone
Its about policing of voice
It's not about the sound we make
It's the words echoing through them
They don't fear us being seen
They fear us being heard
That we will hypnotise the masses with our words

They know their biggest threat is the power of our voice
It's why they wield silence as a weapon 
It's why

The Sound of a Jelly Roll

Sitting on a napkin or plate,
they cause my two eyes to dilate,
and there the silent ringing sound,
the sweetest not heard, the world round. 
Can you hear, as angel bells toll
the chiming tones of a jelly roll?

Context

Encompassing a broad range of technologies
machines to perform what would usually be
the tasks and chores for humans
concepts that form the foundations
that enable assignments and and tasks
to be performed
concepts form the very being of
artificial intelligence and it's various employment
of specific usage
it's premise was to be used as an understudy
to help the thespians study there roles
Prompt desks

droning lawnmower

droning lawn mower
noise I try not to hear
breaks summer silence

Combinations of Catastrophe

Combinations of Catastrophy 



Combinations of catatstrophic scenarios everywhere I look

Invocations of prehistoric evidence collides with the big book

Complications that are caustic that sit in their niches and their nooks 

Calibrations that the agnostic makes as he theologically cooks 



Annotations of beauty upon a classical music score 

Connotations refuting why there’s so much to be living

Sea dreaming

I close my eyes
savouring the memory
of the clash of waves
and rhythmic sway
that rocked my childhood


AP: 2nd place 2025

sounds of silence

the transition between sound and silence contains the sounds of silence

Summering

There’s thunder; and thunderous crickets-sound.
The boom-boom that’s not too loud.
The insects, incessant.

Love Songs Don't Sound As Good As They Used To

Have you heard
the one about the
birds and the
bees?

I never much liked
it myself, because it
soured the taste of
our innocence.

Or maybe our
innocence soured
the taste of us.

So much for happy endings,
and so much for love.
So much for innocence,
and so much for us.

You’re an old slow dance.
You’re an old song.
And if I’m being
honest—

I still think back to that
time I

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