#deaf poems on Hello Poetry

Thomas EG May 2015

The moon's whispers reach my heart's ears and I believe in God.
It is "blind faith",
but faith nonetheless.
I sense you moving closer, but I do not want this.
Too close, too near, for comfort, with fear.
I am fearful.
Worried eyes and misplaced feet gather around me.
Then I wake up.
No one is here.
Even the moon has left me.
My eyes tear up and I pray.
I get no response.
I am blind, but not deaf.
What's going on?
Have they been right about you all along?
No, not necessarily.
I am tired, so tired.
I must rest.
Tell me the rest.
Tell me anything.
Talk to me.
I am not deaf.
I can hear you talking to everyone else,
in the background of my life,
but you do not talk to me.
I am alone.
A lonely wolf.
I am a man.
The alpha of a one-man wolf pack.
I do not pack,
I do not bind,
I do not pass,
I do not find,
joy in living anymore.
Life is no longer an adventure,
for me.
I wish to quit these explorations and begin a new kind of journey.
A transition.
I need to stop expressing myself with such emotions.
I must dismiss my feelings.
Push them down, down, down.
I'm falling down, down, down.
I am awake.
I do not wish to sleep.
I wish to intoxicate myself.
Poison my blood stream.
Poison my soul.
I miss that intimacy.
I crave that intimacy now, but I do not crave her touch.
I may crave her lips, but I crave his too.
I just crave touch.
I crave attention.
How come no one ever pays attention,
to me?
I am not surprised, taken-aback or speechless...
Just voiceless, apparently.
Oh, and blind.
Thank you for the disrespect,
thank you for the neglect,
thank you mum and dad for letting me know what to expect...
Nothing.
No one.
I am so lonely.
Blind and lonely.
"You will be happy soon," I tell myself,
in an attempt at reassurance,
but when He gives me the power to see...
The miracle of the restoration of vision...
The oppressors will still not obtain the power to listen.
So, I will never be heard.

I slept so well after finally writing this down haha

#moon #alone #faith #neglect #poison #wolf #blind #attention #deaf #disrespect

Francie Lynch May 2015

A Symphony of Sounds

There are sounds
I truly hate:
One hand clapping,
Derisive laughing,
Babies crying,
The rasp of dying.
For us, these sounds
Raise sympathy,
For the hard of hearing,
A symphony.

#deaf #sounds #noises

Mesmed Jausa Apr 2015

empty drawers

It takes finding old love letters to prove you a con/Nothing honest ever left
a paper trail, or anything else, to
follow/And these squared off testaments are nothing but that/No matter how
much they scream they’re true/
Old maps die hard/There will never be peace as long as there’s territory to
cover/so draw your lines wisely

#love #heart #death #hero #deaf

Mel Mar 2015

Outsider

I just wish that I could be understood. Just because I can't hear, people automatically write me off as a human being, someone less than them, someone that could never be an equal, dumb, flawed, broken. because of something entirely out of my control, I can't be included. As much as I try to control things, I can't control this. Things are one sided, I make the effort to communicate but others don't want to take the challenge, waste their time or don't even want to bother. Perhaps they are afraid. I become afraid too when I encounter this time and time again. This recurrent cycle almost makes me lose my identity and want to give up hope. I don't give up though I grow weary. I count my losses of what could have been and forge on. It makes me sad to see a possible flourishing friendship, of what could be, only to have it dashed or doomed from the start. It's very difficult to be left out, to experience only a fraction of the world and I know what I'm missing out on. Should I mourn it or try to keep swimming in the abyss of it all? I struggle to find another way, a loophole or have a tiny glimpse of a world I know I can never fully be a part of. On the outside looking in. I will always give people a chance, a chance to prove me wrong and a chance to be a friend. I can see, I can feel, I can sympathize and I bleed. I can laugh, I can cry, I can love. Often times though, I'm seldom ever given a small chance just because I can't hear. That really hurts me because then what do I do?

#life #friendship #human #chance #identity #issues #struggle #deaf #deafness

Samuel Evan Feb 2015

Oh Sweet Misery

My mind.
Full of deafening silence.
My heart.
Full of deadening rhythms.
My eyes.
Full of empty space.
My mouth.
Void of anything to say.

Oh God, no more.

Sometimes the scariest things are the ones that seem the most ordinary.

#sad #blind #dumb #numb #deaf

Emma Sims Jan 2015

Silence of Sound

Deafness isn't easy to describe,
Hard as it is, for you I will try.
Maybe I'll start with how it feels,
knowing it's my Achilles Heel.
A lead balloon wedged in my inner ear,
The argument that I couldn't hear.
I knew it couldn't be fixed, there's no logical reason.
The silence remains, completely unbeaten.
Mind, it didn't stop me from trying, I gave it my best shot.
I gave it my all, all that I'd got.
I failed. Predictable.
I floundered. Imbecile.
Resigning myself to a world of silence is the toughest thing I've done.
Without telling people they just assume I'm dumb.
I'll never hear the crickets chirping,
Or my Rabbits purring.
My imagination can only do so much for me,
You can't imagine a colour that you can't see.

#silence #personal #deaf

Vijaya Balan Nov 2014

Deafening Silence

The room stood bare,
And the bed void of a mattress,
Where the rusty fan hanged,
Orange streaks of rust decorated it

Words have no place in this foul air,
The dark figure lay there silently,
The stench of death and misery,
The deafening silence of the night

He was more the merrier yesterday,
When he walked into his usual world,
To play with his roles in this drama of life,
To laugh and smile at the simple joys,
To cry and frown for the downfalls,
Wasn’t he supposed to pick up the pieces?

It hit him like lightning,
Of the past and the future,
Of what was and what was going to be,
Tears formed on the corner of his eyes,
He built his own fortress,
His walls of solitude,
Tuning out from the frequencies of the world
The race to the top no longer concerned him,
The books no longer interested him,
The movies of his stars bored him,
The tunes of his idols seemed soul-less
The phone rang away into the night.

His life flashed by,
The sacrifices and the gifts,
The hellos and the goodbyes,
The world that he ever saw,
Was the world that he got stuck in.

The silence was now all the gold,
The silence was what soothed him now,
The deafening comfortable silence,
The silence that took his life away,
The suicidal silence.

Vijaya Balan (2009)

#suicide #world #goodbye #silence #deaf

Alyssa Tara Nov 2014

August 28th, 2013

If I was mute,
     as my voice slips from under me,
     would you take time and effort
     to listen to words I couldn't utter?

If I had blindness,
     as I crawl and
     rummage through darkness,
     would you guide me away from my thoughts?

If I was deaf,
     your voice blind to me,
     would you sing endlessly,
     until your emotions seep into my ears?

#love #depression #life #pain #lost #hurt #blind #sing #deaf #mute

Amanda Oct 2014

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A deaf boy once wrote
"Mama, the silence is too loud."

Hello there lovely!
I haven't written in quite a bit, exams and study really leeches out time and moments to write.
Hope you, you and you are doing well!
x

#sad #silence #deaf