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Sarbirah Parker Apr 2016
People everywhere .
I bask in the noise of the crowd .
Why are there so many people?
I get lost in the crowd
and fall to bed , with my soulmate .
It is then , when I was about to sleep .
I realise it was all in my head .

I was basking in the noise of silence .
Why was there so much space ?
I was lost in my mind .
I fell to bed , with tears
And with my empty soul .

It was then when I woke ,
I realised my arms wrapped around myself
I always sleep alone .
Alyssa Paul Apr 2016
The melodies flow through the air,
reaching all who dares to listen.

When everything is just noise and static
the beat of the drum flows through.
Blinding the rest, until it's all you hear.

The flow of the voice that washes over you
causing emotions to crash through you
make your heart ache with recognition.

Makes you feel human,
lets you know that your emotions are real
that they are here.

Continue through the ages,
always changing
always evolving
but still has the same meaning.

The beautiful melody,
the noise that everyone admires
that will never die out.

Classical, Rock, Pop
Jazz, Metal, Rap...

The things that bring people together,
to come to appreciate the things that make us the same.
RisingUp Apr 2016
My mind is filled with noise.

Sometimes the sounds of music,
Symphonies and orchestras.

But other times the sounds of failure.
Lack of accomplishment.

There are times when my mind is so intent
That I ensure my eating habits are not bent.

That I don't overeat, overindulge or have a treat.
Eat ice cream, and you will surely feel the heat.

The wrath of negative thoughts as they endlessly grow,
My mood dips into a bottomless low.

It's been a long battle, "I should be over it by now"
But sometimes those thoughts insist I'm a cow

I'll continue to fight to change my mind
And change its noise to a more melodic kind.
Sally A Bayan Apr 2016
...if we just...
(14 lines X 2)

(1)

There are sounds we dread to hear
Yet, we still face and hear them, day by day...like
The honking of horns during zero hours...footfalls
Briskly walking, rushing...crossing pedestrian lanes
Stiletto and pump heels hitting pavements
The whistles...screams, calling cabs...catching buses
A little further on...there in the park,
A band's  drums and cymbals are playing loudly
People go through their conversations simultaneously
All the bluster of the street....getting through our nerves...
And yet...somewhere along those sound waves....traveling
In the mix of all those sounds, reverberating
There arises some kind of music...there exists a rhythm
Which only a few can recognize...and appreciate...

(2)

Then, there are those who get bored with quietude
And find it impossible, to last a day in solitude
Where nothing moves....and there's nothing to hear
Not a sound from a high definition TV, radio...or a CD player
Where voices are hushed...where transparent curtains part
To let in a cool breeze...so one may breathe fresh air...
These are two different folks...doing different strokes...
Why not just disregard folks and strokes, focus, instead...listen hard,
Hear the music in quiet spaces, in corners buzzing with activities
In every direction, where blows the whirring, or tumultuous wind...
If we just open the gates of our hearts and minds...accept, discover,
Feel and recognize that song...wooing the tough voices within
Then...NO noise, NO place, could be disruptive, or irritating,
NO image...NO theory, could ever be abstruse.




Sally


Copyright April 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
^This poem was "born" amidst blaring sounds of drills, grinders, the endless chatters of the workers in the construction site next door...^
Seth Milliman Mar 2016
Disembodied voices,
Calling to reach the other side.
Only ending up as screeches,
No clear voice or real cry.
This the white noise,
The solemn dark voices forgotten.
What is left in the dark?
But a light left off quite often.
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
My mind is going crazy
Today it's sure not lazy
I try to block this noise
By strumming instruments and toys
But the more that I create
All the more of me I hate
I could point out countless flaws
But you just would not understand the cause
My mind is starting to scare me
All these visions that you can't see
My sickly sweet faked smile
Would fool anyone for miles
Today is just another day I'd like to be someone else
Today is just another day my breaking heart swells
NaNi Mar 2016
silence is so peaceful
i meditate in the sounds of nature
anyone, anything that brings noise has got to be removed
i need QUIETness
i love to hear myself breathing
i hear all the sounds my body makes
i can hear the birds wings flapping from inside my home
when i am quiet i hear so much more
when i am quiet i am so far from the world.

NaNi
Sarah Mar 2016
In a world full of noise, you're the melody.
Just one line. ♥
As always for my love.
-- Mar 2016
She was *******
a pair
of earphones,

in hopes that
feelings
could be drowned out

by some

beating
on her ear drums,

or some

smacking
of her thighs.
Mic Mar 2016
To think of God is
To think of nothing at all
Aren't thoughts suspended
In watching your lover sleep?
It is no different.
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