White Noise Poems - Poems about White Noise

... white sand white noise high tide eraser foam life’s clean slate......Read the rest...

...With mild mannerism I catered to the emptiness while my mind wandered effortlessly through memoric findings finishing my thoughts whispering from beyond calling out to me braising whi......Read the rest...

...In the middle of the night, In the plush comfort of a place called home I lay down with my parents by my side I sleep with eyes wide open Fixed on the white ceiling above On the shadow......Read the rest...

...I am always in competition against myself, it is free. Playing word games, while I listening to the droning TV You do not even watch! My husband says amused. He is right. I use it like a radio, li......Read the rest...

...Here I am at 3am scrolling through my phone up and down Adjusting it's brightness as it slowly hurts my eyes Here I am at 3am and in my thoughts I drown Slowly waiting for the sun to rise I a......Read the rest...

...(by Sara Edgen-Baker & Mystic Rose) "Let the rain kiss you like a silver liquid drop as it sings to you a lullaby of love" I am a......Read the rest...

...steam like smoke rises to join the clouds always upwards travel until it's time to gently fall directional choice straight ahead follow your line of sight forward moti......Read the rest...

...Piano music plays. Soft notes emote mid air, like tear-stung doves they fly in atmosphere of fog. The clouds, they shroud the sky. Piano music plays, the keys, they seize my blues— the de......Read the rest...

...Have you ever pondered shadows are made of softness, they are not hard surfaced like those of us existing outside of the white noise unable to grasp - the invisible, that speak meani......Read the rest...

...Endless fields, I don't notice them anymore. I drive upon a video map of ever repeating memories. The land is flat, the horizon hardly changes, mile after mile the same white noise scratchi......Read the rest...

...Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls. Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? -- before the flame finally catches, fill......Read the rest...

...I'm afraid it was the sun as it coaxed leaves to glisten within a gentle background of white noise breeze that made the grass sway I too accuse the reds and the yellows of flowers that know......Read the rest...

...Maybe a thousand people are in a room, two rooms away, all popping bubble wrap with thousands more waiting outside ready to take their place Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial throug......Read the rest...

...I hate to do this to you I kissed the scar tissue on your shoulder blade It sits there, port wine raised scar placed there in a time before I met you by a lighter held by a long ago friend ......Read the rest...

...My dreams are often troubled by useless things. A land-line clicks on and off repeatedly the dreamless are phoning me. long disused. I found a kitten in the cold winter woods it died while I d......Read the rest...