THE VOICE
THE VOICE
What has been silence is now a soft sigh
Although not yet words, it’s still a voice
It will soon be maturing and have its say
And a message shared, come what may
Leaving none in doubt, with no choice
All to be somehow affected, by and by
Ever more deeply, it penetrates the soul
A resonance and rhythm, not just sound
A certain resolute tone may be detected
And yet nothing less was ever expected
With vibration in the air and the ground
As comprehension is always a final goal
Words are just like bullets in the magazine
Some fired wildly, others carefully aimed
Those who are targeted can gasp and fall
Yet some can never even take a hit at all
One can be inspired, but others shamed
A few may have turned to flee the scene
But finally, all the sighs do become quiet
All words spoken have played their hand
Some voices were softer, but others loud
Others to have just got lost in the crowd
But a critical few must try to understand
With such impact that none can deny it
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
