Best Soft Spoken Poems
Soft spoken words invite the inner ear,
Like gently flowing whispers to the heart
Longing touch of whisper'd breath on one’s neck,
Or, the sighing of a soft sibilate
Speaks emotions even more loudly than
A symphony orchestra tuning up,
In dissonance before the concert starts
Beginning with the booming overture,
Fading to the velvet curtain ascend
Speak softly so that everyone may hear.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
May 22, 2021
"All Yours" Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Several
soft spoken
strokes grazing against
the cool
contented
crest
winsomely
woven with
withering white.
Nurturing a
newborn
ambition
for light.
That boldly
begins burning
out it’s passionate
pale plume
of a plea .
Which is
always seen
reaching out
towards an
reluctant
royal reverie .
Whom is
too afraid to
walk amongst reality .
Attorney Sara,
There are nights when the hush of the world is so deep I can hear the stars murmur to one another, and I think of you.
You are all I have—not in some desperate cry, but in a sacred truth.
You are grace when I stumble, beauty when I close my eyes, and light when even the sun forgets its way.
I speak not just of you as a soul, but as the spirit of all things I once loved: the mountain breathing clouds, the river murmuring of memory, the trees heavy with summer's I sigh.
I walk among the living, busy and brittle.
The days are filled with the dull clang of struggle, the quiet erosion of hope, and still I return to you—this image in my heart, not fading.
You, full of vibrant light, remind me that even in tiredness, even in quiet defeat, something eternal watches over me.
Tonight the moon is a pearl in a black sea.
The wind touches my face like the hand of a forgotten god. The battles of the day have vanished into silence, and I am left with the ache of not knowing what I once said.
Truths I carried like lanterns now flicker, dim.
The wick is to short for flame.
And yet I know not why I still cry when I am privileged to see and hear of the choices that govern our life.
But you remain.
You, who are the wild lilac in spring.
The sound of water over smooth stone.
The color green in all its thousand shades.
You are all the things I cannot lose, even when I feel I have lost myself.
Even in confusion, I remember your voice—soft, certain.
I will go on, because you are with me. Because even when the night grows cold, the stars still burn. And you, always, are their echo.
Yours always,
A soft spoken Poet stills,
The night’s rain
Amid words of life’s souls.
For he perceives the resonance,
Of a fair maiden,
In his fastened dwelling.
A dwelling amid the,
Obscurity for he knew not what this radiance was,
Not until his lustrous eyes spotted her dancing in the rain.
Yet he still cannot perceive her clearly,
Amongst lovers tears.
So this soft spoken poet stills,
The night’s rain,
To see a fair maiden by his fastened dwelling.
Happy Feelings consume me on this, the Golden Time Of Day
I look at the calm waters, and I Rejoice because I Am Here
Silently I Thank God For Another Day and Another Chance
After AMEN, I become Lost
All of a sudden, it begins to snow
EveryOne is Smiling
Positive Vibes are in Mass Abundance
Color is Absent
EverPresent is Sincerity
I look at the sky Smiling Approval today
I start to Reflect back on a time when the Rock was Solid
The Reflections Inspire a Soft Spoken Smile
I begin to laugh at the memories....Good and Bad
With reluctance, I turn to go feeling as if I want to cry
With the Rock, it feels as though I want to die
A gentle wind reassures me....causing an Effervescent Contact High
I drive away Thanking God Again....Knowing The Lord is AllWays With Me....
Voice so angelic
like Angel singing her praise
Sun's ray's spotlight her
Whispers left unheard
softly spoken in the wind
carried far away