Earshot Poems - Poems about Earshot

...We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding, reverberating our words off walls and harbingers, replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions. We seek the places and spaces, and company wi......Read the rest...

...Air aided in gravel’s travel Its ricocheting rhythm Rhythming like the crunch Of an ocean The steps of someone The left and right side Sway as incongruent tides Whatever winds wind up Within......Read the rest...

...Seems my handwriting will never improve, Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong. Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad, I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach. So next and then......Read the rest...

...I'm oblivious to the chatter cascading from unknown streams Soon enough themes evaporate like steam & are gone with the wind like hot air from tea pots Misguided missiles aimed harm those wit......Read the rest...

...The ambiguity of the life of the Christ-child, heralds, modern-day philosophy. Child protection should be absolute and definitive at any time in world history. There were hints or points towards the ......Read the rest...

... Sometimes it's good to give yourself up in an heartfelt yell - to find a place out of earshot of others, a beach will do, or better, a shoreline with rocks and crashing waves, or out bush ......Read the rest...

...Wrapped in long white as if married to birth In a plastic box, with wheels on the bottom, There she lay, unaware of her worth Unaware of the sheer amount of hats she’d wear topped with a pom-po......Read the rest...

...That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare, I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker. 'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight, I ......Read the rest...

...Oh, how I long for peaceful tranquillity, a secluded spot , somewhere hot, somewhere by the sea. There, I would just sit and sit, mesmerised by the beauty of it. There, I would pick up my p......Read the rest...

...It's in big letters And I can't see beyond the sign They talk about messages Well that one is emblazoned on my eyelids Walk forward, stop The end of the line is right where you started Povert......Read the rest...

...Long night. Sleepless. I heard an owl, its call filtering through the tall trees, writing itself on the lush silence. Other sounds followed reverently, a moth whispering its powdery presence s......Read the rest...

...There's no poetry in me I'm empty I'll make sweeping remarks Change my mind Keep it in Spit it out Sink and fly Gaze out in a daze Lost beneath eyelids Too heavy to rise Too watched to sl......Read the rest...

...I see myself today as once I saw others, an old man walking, with nowhere to g......Read the rest...

...The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics. The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks of a skein of geese conduct a loosely scored morning air. Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, a ......Read the rest...

...Has anyone lived long enough, To finish cleaning out the garage. Has anyone lived long enough, To see leftover room in kitchen cupboards. Has anyone lived long enough, To bear witness to a m......Read the rest...