Sound Out Poems - Poems about Sound Out

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...

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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?...

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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...

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

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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...

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

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the transition between sound and silence contains the sounds of silence...

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

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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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Wispy windblown notes tingling, gliding down a moonbeam whilst magnolias perfume the air, the thought of you ever on my mind. AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on July 29, 2025 for contest 1399 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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I danced … with an echo - it knew your name the notes spun about me like embers that waltz in the breaths of flame and die in darkness … its final iteration whispered me of your passion’s secret - wrapped its lilting fingers ‘round my hope and strangled it like a lover … one last, loud kiss pressed to my ears in delicate sin then drowned...

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A gaslit street of cobblestone The horse-drawn carriage faintly moans A snowstorm quickens the traveler groans The road ahead ...

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My village around the borderland, estranged Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then. Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted Eavesdrop and a try...

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Amati You complete me Violens ...

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Airplanes scream overhead Lawn mowers abuzz on the ground Traffic streams endlessly by drowning out nature's intentions all of her creatures’ sounds... One lonely night in...

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