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When I am
alone,
in a strange place,
every sound
seems to stand out.
A drop of water
sounds like a waterfall.
The sound of a chair squeak
under me
makes me ready to jump out of my seat.
A squeaky stair
under my foot
makes me run even faster.
Oh, relax,
I tell myself,
they're just sounds...
Or are they...
a churchyard speaks in hushed voices
while a graveyard wails in haunting screams

the reason that no more
than a single crow appears
on the high and curled fences
around the church’s yard

is that a ****** doesn’t belong
where the holy ride the horses pale

for a churchyard speaks in hushed voices
while a graveyard wails in haunting screams
There’s a lot of sounds around me.
A door opened just now.
An agreement.
Door shut.
A bag rustling.
My keyboard’s clicking sounds.
A click of my mouse.
Chairs scraping the floor.
Footsteps.
There are many sights as well.
People in school uniform walking around me
Walking through many doors.
Many words too:
13:23 THURSDAY 31 JANUARY
THE PRINTER IN THIS AREA IS FOR CREATIVE ARTS ONLY thank you
PLEASE LEAVE THIS AREA TIDY
FOOD
ART 1, 2, & 3
PUSH
ART SHOP OPEM TUESDAY
DANGER LIFT MACHINE
SAMSUNG
So many words.
There’s no smell.
No taste.
All I can feel are my clothes and the clickity clackity keyboard
Wait: another sound - laughter
just some observations
Haylin Jan 21
It's the time to listen to our own heartbeat
To talk to our inner self.
It's the introspective moment that we need,
To survive in this modern over-noisy World.

Silence has a sound which can't be heard from the ears,
But only by the heart
Madeleine Jan 21
Whispering sweet nothings
from pick up lines
to nicknames

from music, loud and gentle
love songs
written just for you

from indoors to out
bird singing
thunderstorms rumbling

doors slamming
food sizzling on the stove
and people snoring late at night

your voice
so calm and Collective
your voice
my guide
IncholPoem Jan 11
For  big  sky
what can  you
  donate.


Why  a  beautiful  partner
of   forgiveness.



For  a   big  bamboo  tree
what  can   you can spread  out
the  message.


    An  Asian  VILLAGE
SONG'S  REMIXED
DJ  sounds  or
An  artist's  imaginal  wave
creating  a  palace
  with   bamboo  art.
Daniel eason Nov 2018
The earth rotates
We all have our fate
Missing someone
Or not wanting to be yourself
Neglecting your health
Turn your self around
Tune in to the sounds
Magical experiences yet to discover
Enjoy time with one and other
A poem about how you can change things around
Quixotic Nov 2018
Sprawled longways 'neath the blankets on your mattress
My ears fervently absorb you through the walls.
Hazy rivers cascade from your shower head—
The cadence soothing and familiar.
Lathered soap foam leaves your skin and slaps the floor—
Deep-voiced Goliath strugg'ling to roll his Rs.
Then the giant goes still.
All is silent but the overhead fan.

Curtain sliding
Towel drying
Muffled footprints 'pon the carpet...
The bedroom door creaks open
To the whisper of my spreading smile.
9.4.2017
Maxim Keyfman Oct 2018
5W.
cold sounds
dark blue piano
white mood
she was
old moments

28.10.18
Absent Minded Sep 2018
Sometimes I get lost when you talk.
I stumble over the words needed
To respond because,
If a conversation is like verbal dancing,
Your awkward shuffle
And blunders
With the sounds escaping your throat
Are enough to make me lose track of the song.
If I was tone deaf,
Or just earless,
It wouldn't matter
Because those eyes plunge me back
Into the same rhythmless, confused dance
That I never want to end.
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