Poems

Just Listen

To listen is to understand,
But when understanding becomes difficult,
Who shall be the one to listen?

If one is merely hearing they do not comprehend,
What they hear is a train passing through.
There is noise, a resounding blast, and it is appreciated,
It disturbs their quite emptiness.
But once it is gone it requires no further meditation.

What happens when no one wants to listen?
What happens when understanding is too agonizing?
There will be a famine for listeners.
People will thirst for sympathy,
As a scorching desert craves Gods’ tears.

This day might come,
But then, perhaps it will be stopped,
Perhaps by you.


This was written when I was procrastinating. I was putting of writing a different poem. This may seem like a very strange form of procrastination, and I guess it is. Anyway, the assignment was to write about something I could hear singing but I did not really know what to listen for. So all these thoughts of listening and trying to understand was transformed into what you just read. Now for the actual assigned poem...


Who can hear the song of a race?
Can you hear the rhythm,
From explosions against the ground?
Can’t you hear the crowd sending praises
And disapproval?
They are a wave of vocals,
Clapping to their own beatind and struggle
For each agonizing breath?
Hammering against their chests,
The heart sets a tempo.
Can you hear the choir,
On the side lines .
There is a song, but who will listen?

This is about a cross-country race. If you have never been to one I highly recommend it.