"tonelessly" poems - Hello Poetry

Once when we were kids Mum had fun throwing a dinner party. I could tell because there were stains on the tablecloth but no one was crying, and the food upgraded from sausage rolls to Sushi and Olives. I want one- -You can't, Mum said they're for adults- I want a Olives- said the back of my 4 year old sister as she went to try the New Thing. The Olive was carefully chosen and examined with 4 years of culinary expertise, swirled around a gummy mouth and promptly returned to its post. It was yuck - she informed me and her breathless twin from the safety of the veranda after weaving her way through the adult legs strewn around the Good Lounge without even so much as a 'woe betide you child if you're in here again.' So we sat and thought about parties and Good Lounges and woe betides drinking juice, and watched our Uncle fill his plate with sushi and olives, singing tonelessly to ABBA before spilling his beer on the floor .

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Sep 3, 2016

Sep 3, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC

Sobriquet

This is a poem about an Olive.

Once when we were kids Mum had fun throwing a dinner party. I could tell because there were stains on the tablecloth but no one was crying, and the food upgraded from sausage rolls to Sushi and Olives. I want one- -You can't, Mum said they're for adults- I want a Olives- said the back of my 4 year old sister as she went to try the New Thing. The Olive was carefully chosen and examined with 4 years of culinary expertise, swirled around a gummy mouth and promptly returned to its post. It was yuck - she informed me and her breathless twin from the safety of the veranda after weaving her way through the adult legs strewn around the Good Lounge without even so much as a 'woe betide you child if you're in here again.' So we sat and thought about parties and Good Lounges and woe betides drinking juice, and watched our Uncle fill his plate with sushi and olives, singing tonelessly to ABBA before spilling his beer on the floor .

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I am seeking order in this chaos, symphonies in inexpressible thoughts I am trying to attune myself to a reality I can’t hear. Days pass darkly, tonelessly. In my head, a cacophony of sounds are violent. Broken strings of violins, the keys of a piano whose keys have been Kissed by death. My heart has never known silence - Reverberating within me is the sound Of a bird that never learnt to sing, only scream. I want things finer than words. Instead of this stasis – I crave orchestral magic. I don’t mind if everything I touch turns into a tragedy, As long as it is art: I want to master the laws of beauty, and then destroy them.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

annakp

Life should be composed like music.

I am seeking order in this chaos, symphonies in inexpressible thoughts I am trying to attune myself to a reality I can’t hear. Days pass darkly, tonelessly. In my head, a cacophony of sounds are violent. Broken strings of violins, the keys of a piano whose keys have been Kissed by death. My heart has never known silence - Reverberating within me is the sound Of a bird that never learnt to sing, only scream. I want things finer than words. Instead of this stasis – I crave orchestral magic. I don’t mind if everything I touch turns into a tragedy, As long as it is art: I want to master the laws of beauty, and then destroy them.

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Tears rain onto cheeks as you watch In my head wheels spin around Speech crackling like phone line static Words blurs barely making sound How can it be I already epitomize alone? You reassure me there's plenty of time Doubts creep like morning fog Mentally assessing mountain you must climb Staring at fragile fingers Present compared to past Sun set in an instant Night falling fast Surroundings mostly hazy Some parts crystal clear Ironically what I witness best Are the things I long to disappear I'm left with knot in my stomach Getting tighter with each turn Wanting peace known as a child Naivete time won't return I bought one-way ticket to worry Shouldn't have boarded train at all Choke my sorrows and lungs with smoke Drown yours in alcohol Life nicer through a glass Sure it ensures your fear departs Pulse started pounding louder in my ear Love wistfully contained within hearts I cannot explain terror Bleeding out Hole will not close Stubborn ways too old to change Your incongruence shows Forcing hope straight down throat Waiting for falsity to be revealed Flowers you planted instead of weeds To be crushed on cruel battlefield Your comfort tonelessly whispers to me Thought that would soothe my stress Did not argue with your perspective For your sake try obsessing less But under surface shrieking Phrases pondered remaining hid Grasping for method to save you Before you are gone and I wished that I did

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Aug 17, 2024

Aug 17, 2024 at 2:24 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Before You're Gone

Tears rain onto cheeks as you watch In my head wheels spin around Speech crackling like phone line static Words blurs barely making sound How can it be I already epitomize alone? You reassure me there's plenty of time Doubts creep like morning fog Mentally assessing mountain you must climb Staring at fragile fingers Present compared to past Sun set in an instant Night falling fast Surroundings mostly hazy Some parts crystal clear Ironically what I witness best Are the things I long to disappear I'm left with knot in my stomach Getting tighter with each turn Wanting peace known as a child Naivete time won't return I bought one-way ticket to worry Shouldn't have boarded train at all Choke my sorrows and lungs with smoke Drown yours in alcohol Life nicer through a glass Sure it ensures your fear departs Pulse started pounding louder in my ear Love wistfully contained within hearts I cannot explain terror Bleeding out Hole will not close Stubborn ways too old to change Your incongruence shows Forcing hope straight down throat Waiting for falsity to be revealed Flowers you planted instead of weeds To be crushed on cruel battlefield Your comfort tonelessly whispers to me Thought that would soothe my stress Did not argue with your perspective For your sake try obsessing less But under surface shrieking Phrases pondered remaining hid Grasping for method to save you Before you are gone and I wished that I did

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