Noisy Poems - Poems about Noisy

When I first came To South Korea in 1979 To do my Peace Corps duty In a rural country town, I thought that the old name Of Korea “the land of the morning calm” Was absurd. Korea was a noisy place From early morning on. Cars, horns, radio TV blaring People talking to crowds everywhere At night people drink and dine. And loudspeakers Blasting you awake At 6...

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I. Among twenty different brightly colored toys, The only moving thing Was the beak of a noisy parrot. II. I was of three family members, Like a family tree In which there is a noisy parrot. III. The noisy parrot screeched relentlessly piercing the silent black night. Smothering all sounds with her beaky plight. IV. Three shrill family members together Are one. Three shrill family members and...

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Unlikely noisy and vibrant mornings everything was serene, celestial and calm, so ideal for a spring's afternoon psalm... when there should have been mourning sounds! Sunrise had more brilliance as it illuminated all with grace, it gave no comfort to souls in graves devastated by a cyclone; they had no fresh flowers to embellish each ravaged stone, even moonlight couldn't brighten...

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A summer-like spring day has come in an old warehouse I brought 3 fans living room study and the bedroom bound with strong tape and string the smallest fan in the village school entered quietly unlightened proud my friend....

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breaking sea is noisy breaking clouds are noisy breaking stars are noisy breaking ices are noisy A broken dream is quiet not scattered makes the sea clouds stars ices, made a yak....

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Inspiring coffins side by side they lay Cemeteries are old, eerie, and so beautiful to me today Walking amongst the tombstones - I feel a calm peace Of how bad these souls want so desperately again to breathe Semicircles of magickal pixie dusts Forever I believed you had my full trusts But I guess you didn't feel the same Riding into the...

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In the center of my chest sounds; A pestle and mortar that pound, With the rhythm of tudu-tudu-tudu; In a manner that flows, one and two and three;- breathe; The ratio of three to one, Three beats of my heart followed by one breath of my lungs- It defines properly the art of neonatal resuscitation! In brief,it is a fluttering chest. It goes forth...

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The damn thing’s screaming in the yard It wants green eggs and ham It’s trying to play the outrage card Cuz all I had was spam The wretched fox demanded Bach, He didn’t like Coltrane He’s screeching out there in the woods His socks have holes again...

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You and I are two sides of coin I have an art club so please join Your art can give my club a kick off My stupid mouth can be...

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Charming patterns surround us, whispering in shadows of our lives. Born as thoughts, painting our dreams with landscapes of greens,...

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Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive By: Miracle Man July 19,2021 Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky, painting a picture on parched ground. A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by, and from its repertoire a familiar sound. A mate remains busy preparing a nest, our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice. Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed, while sampling me with its singing voice. When a...

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NOISY Sounds of the day ceaseless go, know no specific bounds, Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty. ...

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Sandwiched between noisy neighbours We hear them putting their labours In screaming matches Boisterous snatches Seems like they're fighting with sabers I wish we had placed soundproof glass So that no sound, no noise can pass All would be quiet Unlike the riot Our neighbours create and trespass 03.20.2021 8.8.5.5.8 syllables...

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Redding Poem 1 "Oh Noisy Redding" There at the Thunderbird Lodge in downtown Redding, I heard the gods screaming from steel axles with rubber Claws, scratching the timeless asphalt streets with mayhem. I heard the sirens from the mysterious distances on Market Street, As monster machines hovered above with roaring determinations, And the rumblings of the trucks shook the building I slept...

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You have the hysterical look of mutes that roar through narrow straws. I see in your yellow eyes – a Jules Verne winking moon. Soon that ribbed pink cave will release another flock of demented coots hacked from the craw of an ancient macaw. Soon the whip of your vocal squawks will pluck my eyes from their trembling stalks. Maine Coon, part Persian,...

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