Best Lifevoice Poems
In the balcony ,she stood,
strong winds blowing Her way,
as she watched the sun setting in the West.
One sad thought strucking her deepest,
as thunder-light strikes in carcoal black skies.
Would she live to see another sunrise?
Would she still be there?Where will she be?
At that moment the childish gleam, which
florished her face many times,vanished in
cold thin air,It faded away descending in
her inner soul,finding more sorrow there,
and not a glimpse Of smiles...
Void and pain, fed Her tender heart,
tiny crystal drops ran down,wetting,kissing
her cheeks,moistening her lips,those soft pink
lips which once were warm and full of glow.
Those same lips,today, felt lifeless blue and very cold.
She stood still,as time stood still too,She stared
at the Vast Ocean,at the rough waves crushing
on the rocks,She stood there,still searching for an
answer,an answer to Her many questions.
A sudden voice whirled in Her Storm,touching her ear,
as she listened to the sounds,to the words echoing
in distance.Who was he?He was the angel Of Love!
bringing a message of hope to her shattered heart,
He had an aswer to all questions,to her Shadows of doubt.
'Little Child,don't feel troubled,don't feel lost,"He said!
in the sweetest melodic voice ,she'd ever heard.
"Its Cold outside ,and you are shivering!You must not!
From this day on,I willl be with you,I shall never leave
you alone, I shall stay by your side ,forevermore.
Little Child,you are blessed, and wherever you breathe,
the Sun will rise".The young lady smiled to His angelic words,
and as She breathed Softly,a Hot fire ball filled the blue,
and there was Sunshine...............................................
Charma
"Don't dabble in my apples,"
said a voice one day.
"Don't dabble in my apples,
heed the words I say!
Don't dabble in my apples
up in yonder tree.
They aren't worth the hassle,
listen unto me."
"Don't dabble in my apples,
they are not for thee.
Don't dabble in my apples,
this I have decreed.
Don't dabble in my apples,
or you will have to leave.
So don't dabble in my apples,
Adam and Eve."
"Don't dabble in my apples,"
boomed the voice from high.
"You can share a plum or pear,
there's many fruits to try.
Don't dabble in my apples,
the reasons are mine.
Just don't dabble in my apples,
and you'll be fine!"
"Do not partake,
or see the snake,
don't seek the asp,
that's all I ask.
You wont be pardoned,
and this garden,
will be withdrawn,
expunged and gone,
-wait a minute...
somethings wrong!"
"Who dabbled in my apples?
Who partook the prize?
Was it Adam, was it Eve,
Who disobeyed my cries?"
"Who dabbled in my apples?
Who has doomed mankind?
To close the gates and seal the fate
of all in paradise!"
"You dabbled in my apples,
but somehow, it makes sense.
For you are all my blood and flesh,
made in my own image.
You dabbled in my apples,
but you're still my children,
whom I love with all the love that I can give."
Silently
Staring at the merry go round
Of the living ball of fire
The moment ran away from me
The heart got heavier and heavier
Slowly the thoughts were creeping
Inside my brain
The voice is silent
And silent it remains
But I did hold onto my beliefs
Sometime now the voice will crack
But no! It was never meant to be
The voice was never mean to reach me
This moment had a lesson to teach me
But I haven’t still learned
And I don’t ever think I will
Blood rained down like teardrops
Down her cheeks and to the floor
Her head was resting on my lap
And she took breath no more
Love as fleeting as the sun
Cares as wasteful as moonlight
I made a promise there
To make things right
I arose to meet my destiny
I awoke like a beast in heat
I reached for the gun on the floor
And said goodbye to my sweet
Angie . . . .
Angie. . . .
Angie . . . .
My own voice echoed in my head
Like thunder pulsing through my ears
I wiped my own tears on my shirt
And went to face my fears
"I'll be back my love."
My voice like sandpaper
The gun felt like a brick
The weight of my promise to her
My boots creaked across wooden boards
My thoughts ran like a river
Never stopping but going nowhere
Treading aimlessly forever
My shirt was red with her
Angie's life had spilled out on me
I wrung the shirt with my empty hand
And set her spirit free
A song was playing soft and barely heard
It drifted in like a spring time breeze
This musical wind strolled through my open door
And set my mind at ease
I followed this breeze to the street
And left it as I found my car
Setting down on the driver's side
I looked back toward my open door
Angie. . . .
Angie . . . .
Angie. . . .
Alone I left her there
I promise to
Who did this to you
Will meet the same fate
Angie. . . .
Angie . . . .
Angie. . . .
Alone I left her there
Its the feeling you get
When you want to sleep but there is no bed
When you want to fall but your held by strings
When you want to stop but the floor moves forward
When you want to stay but she’s gone
Its the voice you hear
Because you tripped and fell
Because you said something you didn’t think was dumb
Because you forget yourself
Because its the only voice left for company
Its the life you live
I hear the roar of reason
from the depth of
destruction,
I see the sorrows of
seasons
exhuming from expanse of
extinction.
Is anyone in this frail field
who can hear the roar of
reason?
Or would the youths not
yield
to sieve the sorrows of
seasons?
I hear the cry of caution
from the seat of a saintly
soul,
I see the tears of tension
bursting from a bending
bole
Is anyone in this terrific
tower
who can hear the cry of
caution?
Or would they preen in the
pomp of power
to trade our terrain for the
tears of tension?
I hear the voice of
vengeance
from the den of the
downtroden,
I see the end of endurance
billowing to burry her
burden.
Is anyone awake this noble
night
who can hear the voice of
vengeance?
would they fight this fiery
fight
or risk seeing the end of
endurance?
I hear the wispers of
wisdom,
from the hieght of the
Holies,
I see the face of freedom
walking out of the world of
worries.
Is anyone in the camp of
cruelty
who can hear the wispers
of wisdom,
or would they wait for the
rod of reality
to forcefully usher in the
face of freedom?
There is a voice that lives inside,
Its confident and loud,
But always overshadowed,
Like the sun behind a cloud.
Waiting, hoping for release,
To speak many a word,
Yet you hide it deep inside,
You have a fear of being heard.
Its a miserable existence,
so grim and sad and black,
Each forward step this voice shall make,
Is doubled going back.
If only it could wriggle free,
Then life would be so great,
No more fears or worries,
No more need to wait.
The person on the outside,
Is misunderstood by some,
They don't know of all the problems,
You are yet to overcome.
Why's there such a struggle,
How can it be such a chore,
To hold your head up high,
Instead of staring at the floor.
If only you could take a risk,
Give that voice inside a try,
To speak up and be heard,
and break the curse of being shy.
You have the voice inside you,
Fight the fear and set it free,
Share your knowledge and opinion
See how useful it can be.
A child’s voice is never heard
It’s as though they never speak a word
Forever they sit nonexistent
“They” are us in every moment
We are told to speak out
But we ask “what about”
Sitting silently, told not to make a sound
Yet life keeps moving round and around
When will we cease to experience all these pains?
When will you release us from these cold hard chains?
A child’s voice is never heard
It’s as though we never speak a word
A silenced voice is calling
As my deafened ears do hear
The words that now are falling
Are those, though distant, near
I call to no one, really
But respond to it, as heard
And though this reads as silly
It’s truly just absurd
For a silent voice has loudness?
Deafened ears can hear?
It’s just a bunch of madness
As myself, I disappear