"noice" poems
Yellow surrounded with beautiful blue
Like gold trapped inside shining pearls
Do you mind me sitting next to you?
You have godlike eyes unlike other girls
Please tell an endless story
And silence all other noice
Never will i get enough
Of that sweet angel's voice
Meet me at the train
When we shall meet again
But this time the rails
Won't have an end
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
For Elisabeth Eitel------Il miglior fabbro
Snow White of course, I love the sort
With sensuous repose
Was dancing on the bar not far
from where I kept the rows
Of Houses Black that snuggle back
and tingle in your toes
“To Liquid's floor” I did implore
“My Lady, come to dream
Please leave your heights and fill my nights
with thoughts of softest cream
(She jumped to me, I caught her clean
and brought her to the ground)
Somehow she knew then, right away, just what her night had found
Another smooth, deceptive fool whose heart could only pound
She bit in spite, hard down in me
A ****** path of entropy
I grabbed her, whispering low and mean
“I'll teach you of the XOR machine...”
She cocked an eye but failed to see
so on I went impatiently
“I'll teach you of the XOR machines
where one and one to nothing come
but all alone are free”
Smiling sly she arced a stream
(with new light in her eyes agleam)
of blood upon the dancing sea
into the noice of girls and boys
with mad emphatic glee
Q.E.D.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC
Ocean water wash up my feet,
Chilly rough sand underneath,
Behind me a torturous pit,
Within me a burning seat;
Onwards i'll be with the stars,
At will visiting venus and mars,
Away from the hurts and scars,
From his cruelty and lies;
I have finally closed the door,
To hurting me anymore,
From now i'll forever soar,
But not dragged on the floor;
I gave my heart, he took it all,
I was rend apart, he made me fall,
But now i run, i will not crawl,
my past i burn, i regain it all;
I have made a solemn choice,
No more silence to my voice,
If i will, i'll make a noice,
And stand in confidence and poice;
I will win and never loose,
Although i suffered hatred and abuse,
I'll put myself to reasonable use,
And watch my achievements reproduce.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
An old enemy turned into clarity.
In the silence I hear my truth.
The winds carry my voice,
from lifetimes ago.
Eternal.
Ancient wisdom purifies my soul.
I now choose to listen.
Beyond the noice, I hear life.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
As empty as you feel when your headphones are on
and no music is playing.
As full as a heart can be,
full enough to hear its beating like the noice a traffic light makes,
while you are waiting for it to switch from red to green.
As full as lungs filled with air but still...
you feel like you are not able to breathe.
Longing to pour it all out,
to shout it out loud until your throat hurts
like it does after singing that one song at a karaoke bar.
But your lips remain sealed
and words stuck between thoughts.
Thoughts so loud,
you can't even remember the sound of your voice anymore.
As hopeless as the thick air on that 1st January morining
when you walk down the empty streets,
knowing this isn't a new beginning.
As quiet as the big city life seems
when you are lying ****** on the ground
with the right people around.
As painful as not being able to tell
if you are made out of atoms
or just a concept.
As surreal as feeling alive.
I could be more like milk and honey,
but I'm somewhere between nothing and affection
just like water and oil.
Everything i reach out for,
everything i touch,
becomes water and oil.
Mixed up,
but yet still separate.
Never one.
Not even when you get as close,
as two people can be in this world.
When you are burning holes on each-others
skins and souls.
As messy as hair after world-crashing ***
As complicated as the ability to understand that emotions
are artificial paradises.
As strong as your longing to puke your brain out.
As hard as not being able to...
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
The unpleasant noice becomes more legible. A diode that carves
a wrong written word.
From the Neighbour table
A Country fly
a summer morning. While light figures coax between the window blind
the undercarriage is brought down. Fire! Fire!
repeatadly at the
nuclear core.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 12:03 AM UTC
Viking ground. The belly of
Norway. Music like thunder
Keeping whole villages awake.
Swords, spikes, norse jewelry
And black, black metal
Of the kind that honours
Those who were here before
These hundreds of metal heads
And contemporary heathens.
She works in the beer tent,
Throwing long gazes my way,
That I return.
*She took
Me
Here.*
Stars above a stage lit with a
Thousand shades of neon that
Emphasize the
Ground locked mist; breath
Of Odin and His believers.
I love this music; this brutal
Noice within system. I love these
People. They seem scary from
Afar, but share a brothership
Within their worship.
Enslaved is one of the most
Famous bands within the
Genre. The guys still join the
Roadies, clearing the stage
From their gear.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
It’s elko noice to be back in the sprawling, claustrophobic infinity of college.
I love the energy, the hubbub, the moving-ins, the lines for everything and the freshmen’s hovering parents. We loiter, my roommates and I, sipping expensive, store-bought coffee, around the dorms, the bookstores, and shops, soaking up the frenzy.
A mom sweetly says to her overwhelmed son, “Relax,” passing-off his stress, “enjoy this, engage those five senses and take it all in.” I smiled to myself - there are at least 21 senses, like equilibrioception (balance), thermoception (for heat/cold) and nociception (pain) - just to name three. I thought, “Welcome to college kid.”
The first weeks of freshie life can be lonely - if you’re single. You search for someone to like - it can be very arbitrary and looks based. Last year, around campus, all you could see was the tops of people's faces. When everyone’s masked, eyebrows say a lot, so if you had beautiful eyebrows that went a long way - of course, hair was important too.
There’s an eyebrow studio, down below the green, where students could, as the epitome of style, get their eyebrows threaded hoping they’d look more interesting, and more bonkable. That place was booming.
Masking’s still a thing for fall ‘22 - in classrooms, instructional spaces, and high-density events - at least at first, until they see the spread - but there’s way less isolation. This semester there are exciting, new questions for potential ‘love’ interests to answer, like - “Have you ever dated any simians (monkeys)?
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 8:27 AM UTC
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time and space framed thoughste to figure itselfse out
twimne tied Styx : how do you do
?
WHAT was that
-- Mouse to The One
?
Hrm, must've been a deja-vu-
OH, yeah! Any-Ways I'm so Gl\M\ad to hear we spoke :)
That's an inFINITdiEsmally small piece to changing instinct.
so you guys feeding
into we hearing,
to me that it is re-spiteful,
that means It's working.
the symptom of a new system has OC-cured.
small perhaps,
an accident maybe,
but to know that that's there, that's waermnhyeng.
You got I.T.
I'm going to give you more codes for Ingktrofsplectionsnow.
Follow them, if you dear.
Firstly, experience it in all-ways,
you're FREE to experience I-t your-ways.
But it's noice to start a record where you stop.
Thusly, One could begin at the end
and reed the laughter of their yEars.
Thenly, They could take an innermission
at the beginning of their next end.
Nowly, dream a beautiful dream Ingk-troicka-fsplector,
and wake onto we.
Secondly, Three Questions:
[ Who am I {: ?
:] What am I ( ?
} Why am I :) ?
-- Prole’s Ghost
SEND: SELFSE
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
6:09 AM I am falling in love with red gold sheets, pillows caress my ears
7:27 AM with a jolt in my backbone I am straight, serenaded by blue jays and sparrows
7:51 AM nicotine, caffeine, shaking
9:50 AM reverted, shrinking amidst torrential broken noice, I am unsafe
11:01 AM tiptoeing to test the ground, I lay silently perturbed
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Let me feel the breath you produce
Let me feel the sweat you lose
Let me feel the energy you waste
Let me feel the cuddle you share
Let me feel the dream you sleep
Let me smell the morning coffee you leave
Let me taste the chocolate you eat
Let me feel the noice you make
Let me feel the whisper you inhale
Let me feel the evening silence you crave
Let me feel, the feel you feel... at least for once... lady trouble
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
as i was indoors with nobody
around locked myself inside my
room everything was still not even a
sound of the wind blowing
There comes this noise out of dead silence
a flash back a glimce of my past and
future my present i was shorked
and started talking to my subconcious
the noice came again out of
dead silence i heard your voice saying "I LOVE U" and "WHERE ARE YOU SANDILE"
i took my purple note book which i we
wrote about all our things and came across
our special song the lyrics wrote by me and you the song came out of thin air and
started playing in my head by then i knew that i was making a huge mistake looking at your pictures after then paralised me i was
frighten in a coner then there comes this noise out of dead silence saying "I LOVE YOU"
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
we make time as we,
just for our own peace of mind,
correct our misspelling:
noise noise noise noise noise!
and everything falls silent...
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
I am gone
But here
My memory
Still lingers
Like the hint of old perfume
And the noice of afternoon
I am here
In your moves
In the passion of your words
Like the waves of calm sea
And the wind behind the dune
I am here
In your deeds
In the soft beats of your heart
And the giggles of a child
All the muses of the moon
I am here
Still with you
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 10:09 PM UTC
When and Where
Murphy’s Law
came into existence
I really don't care!
Who the heck is
Murphy?
And WHY does He make the laws
The loud noice of the refrigerator
Could be heard down the hall
I knew It was only a matter of time
Murphy’s Law
While in the Hospital
For my total knee replacement
Which turned out to be complicated
By removal of screws
12 inch Incision
Murphy’s Law
The pharmacy refused
to fill my pain meds because they are opids
My surgeon argued with insurance and the pharmacy while
I sat in the car 112 degrees heat
It took four days to fill meds
Use ice the pharmacy advised
Murphy’s law
The refrigerator broke
Released from the hospital
In a wheel chair I entered Best Buy
Purchased the refrigerator
that delivered quickest
Overpriced, paid too much
All the food I had went bad
Murphy’s law
My husband found out he need
Emergency Surgery for Cancer
Murphy’s law
A much needed trip to the market
To stock up, had to be done
Murphy’s law
The Electric cart was bumpy
jerking my knee, pain spasms
The cart broke down
I was only half done
Murphy’s law
My husband needed to take a cab
Home after his surgery
as I could not drive
and he could not drive home
Murphy’s Law
The hospital would not
release him to a cab driver
I had to take a cab
to pick up my husband
Murphy’s Law
I could not get into
the cab without assistance
The cab driver was not
permitted to touch me
In tears, sliding myself
into the back seat
Murphy’s Law
The surgery center wanted
me to come inside
the cab driver said
If you get out of the car
You must pay first
then we will count the wait time
It would be considered a new fare
I stayed in the car
Murphy’s Law
It cost 68 dollars
to drive 12 minutes
plus my husbands previous fare
we paid over 150 dollars
High way robbery
Murphy’s law
His surgery was must worse then Anticipated plus
My knee is now infected
Both of us are unable
to help care for the other
Murphy
I like to tell you
what I think of your laws?
but I’m a Lady
Have you heard the expression
it could always be worse?
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 3:10 AM UTC
Screaming Voices
Voices , shouts and screems Coming From above where I live
Screams Back and forth from each other they give
Yells From her!
yells From him!
over rides while her voice is trying To thrive
Throwing objects , pounds, plunks and thumps againgst the walls and floors
Is presented with force which he gives with pride,
this he does in strive
Energy Boost about each other
Exists with its brother
Wasting Time has no place To excist
Pain I Feel for her falls in MY space.
Will I need to call The exercist?
Ears Wanting To close from the noice within this place
I can Hear The pain in her Heart as it shrivels in its space
Why?
Is he weak?
Is he insecure?
Is this The reason? It has To be!
For this lord I pray
Set her free
JMR 2014
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
are u there ?
i cant hear u
are you there
plis reply
i am waiting here
i dont no who are you
where are you
but i know one thing
u in me
heaven is here
are u there ?
some times i like to hear your voice
&
like to hear your noice
what are you?
who are you?
where are you?
but I know one thing :)
You are everywhere =D
Is called air :)
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
please tell my heart to simmer down
i can’t hear myself think
over all of this noice it’s making.
it bubbles and boils and makes my skin itch with the urge to **** it.
please take my heart away.
i can’t bear the burden of it again.
it feels so heavy, like someone buried it six feet under, but i can still feel it.
it’s like it’s calling out to me from underneath. it wants me to help it
but i can’t. i put it under there myself
and i lost the map
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
White noise
Grey noise
Endless cacophony of
noice
B own noise
_Pink no se_
Noises, noiss, no i sesss
No ises
Noise s
Noi se
Cease
the
noise
.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
I had those serendipitous moments
With self-confidence growing up was almost non-existant.
I doubted my abilities,had little faith in my potential
Survived serious injuries,hospitalized many times...who am i?
a noice of voice in my head...
whispered carelessly without choice
"if you could create your ideal life,what would you dare to dream
?"
I began to dream
i envisioned myself wearing a red business suit
i created a clear visual picture of my new success
i had a courage
{im}possible dream said im possible
i believed my (W)orth
i trusted my (I)nsight
(N)urtured myself
needed a (G)oal
devised a (S)trategy
a dream preceds the goal
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk
a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind
he stands at attention
a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred
he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach
the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face
walking around in circles with stick in the ground
he's got that look in his eye
a mutter a conversation a yell
a symphony
of sound
peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds
if only mother knew
if only mother knew
the sentry stands at attention
he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face
ah yes
the garble
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
New Year s Eve parties
We “dressed to the nines “
Fancy frilly Dresses
Hair updos, nails, lashes
Dress to impress.
but it’s all for fun.
Ready to ring in the new year
with those we hold Dear.
Remembering
those who are no longer here.
As we count down
the seconds until midnight
A sparkler for delight
Holding our loved one tight
Fireworks,Noice makers
popping streamers Watch them fly high into the sky.strategically position
In the middle of the dance floor,
Five, four, three, two, one…
“Happy NewYear” The crowd cheers
The bells begins to ring,
Well wishes, Cheek Kisses
Collectively, We all begin to Sing.
Should old acquaintances be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and Auld Lang Syne
For Auld Lang Syne ,my dear
For Auld Lang Syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne…
There’s actually more lyrics to this, but nobody ever sings them?
Have you ever wondered
What this song means?
After a few drinks,
it doesn’t really matter
A hill of beans!
Auld Lang Syne means,
Old or long since, Old Times
It invokes feelings of nostalgia, especially to memories of good times spent.
Should old acquaintances, be forgot, and never brought to mind
Serves as a reminder to cherish those fond memories that We’ve already had,
Which makes the song
A perfect New Years Eve song.
This song was written centuries ago. A Scottish poem, updated by Robert Burns, in 1788, Who gave a new modern version from the original poem. by author Alan Ramsey.
Please share with me
How do you Ring
in the new year.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 4:26 AM UTC
maybe i was blinded by love
too busy burying myself in you
to noice that you maybe loved my body a little too much
and loved me a little bit less.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC