Best Upliftingvoice Poems
Lost in the divine languor of deaths sleep
Somewhere distant he heard the call of his name…
Barely sensing the avidity of life’s gift
Recalling the auger of the messiahs promise…
He rebuked the plea under the swathe of deaths eye,
Again the distant voice demanded of him
Forcing him to recall all that he had once been…
Beheld of the need to carry the word
Forcing himself to his feet inside the dark sepulcher…
Consciousness breached the boundaries of his mind,
With a heavy breath he carped at the pain
Racking through a body lost in the rigid shroud of death…
With each aching footfall he moved toward his salvation,
Again came the command, “Come forth”
The cherubic beauty of the voice persuading him…
Lazarus stepped into the light to live again.
During times of sadness when tears were often shed,
the whisper never faltered in storms I faced ahead.
The lulling voice that lingered,
spoke softly in my ear.
Although it brought me comfort,
was difficult to hear.
So I tried hard to listen,
but still, it wasn’t clear.
The whisper never faltered in storms I faced ahead,
or during times of sadness when tears were often shed.
It came in troubled waters,
that voice I thought unknown,
and whispered through the darkness
when I was on my own.
That’s when I heard it clearly,
say “child, you're not alone."
In the quiet of my mind a voice speaks to me.
So quiet, a whisper, soft and gently pleading.
I'm with you, it says. I've been here the whole time.
So come, come with me, place your hand in mine.
I shake the voice off, unsure of what it was.
It felt like a stranger giving my mind a hug.
I'm no stranger, the voice laughs. You silly, I'm you!
I figure it's time you became a friend to you.
Always you're there to be comfort to your friends.
You stand by them, always, through thick or thin.
You think that without them, you wouldn't be anything.
You believe that alone, your life's without meaning.
But that is so far from what is the truth.
Your friends would agree with that, too.
Your heart is precious, and bigger than the moon.
You are capable of love to fill a thousand rooms.
So, as was said, I figure it's time.
You must be a friend to you.
Because if all is lost, and there's no one around, remember one thing.
You cannot live without you.
I sat there, stunned, unsure what to say, and
For a moment I wished that voice would go away.
But the more I thought, the more I agreed.
Without me, I can't help my friends in need.
As crazy as it sounds, if any of it makes sense..
I have to agree. I cannot live without me.
I heard a voice ask “why?”
“Why what?”, I replied
What are you doing with your life
I just don’t know sometimes
Don’t you know you’re special
So why do you want to blend
Why sell yourself short
When you can set your own trends
A natural born leader you are
Pave your own way
You have just what you need
To maximize your days
You’re a genius
I know
You know
Why not let it show
Stop trying to get by
And do your best work
You’re brighter on your worst day
Than what you may believe
You have all you need
To achieve
Above all your hopes and dreams
Because I called you
Really, you gave this to me
Yep, even now, while you yet dream
Praying for revelation
A glimpse of the future to foresee
I know who you were
I know who you are
Yep, even now, while you yet dream
I know who you will be
Even when you won’t believe
What does that mean
You’re running,
From yourself,
You lie,
The voice asked, “Why?”
“Why what?” I replied
Again, the voice asked, “Why?”
My hooves sound like thunder upon the ground,
My coat is of the blackest night,
My mane shines like a thousand suns,
My tail is as graceful as the river.
My cries cannot be heard with the ears,
They can only be heard by the heart,
The eyes cannot see me,
The heart can sense me.
When my name is spoken,
I raise my head to it’s sound,
All other creatures revere me,
I am the ruler of the forest.
I can stop a fire with my voice alone,
The river becomes still when I near it,
The wind disappears at the sight of me,
I drive rain clouds into hiding.
I am nothing but beauty,
A voice on the wind,
A ripple in the still water,
The stillness if the forest.
I am the horse.
Flowing down his cheek, perfusly,
sweat.
His attitude bleak, confusedly
windswept
In surround sound, his name,
his call to fame.
So many stories, poetry tales.
"Loves Mystical Fable"
Limited only one,
NerVouS.
He walks with pride, head up.
Composed in his
confidence.
His breath on display,
amplified.
His voice starts in disarray,
terrified.
Takes a deep breath,
okay!!!!
Smooth.
His voice crisp,
words on point.
The audience settles,
a picture forms.
Quieting the critic scorns.
They felt him.
he no longer feels meek. Inspired,
by a standing ovation.
A show again next week, he's hired
Prepare for a mental vacation!!!!!
...........:JP)....7/09
The little girl has never spoken
Not even a single word
Her voice since birth was simply broken
A sentence was never heard
She liked to watch the birds each day
As they played in the summer breeze
They'd always take her breath away
As she watched them in the trees
The mocking bird, her bird of choice
Would make her smile appear
She loved to hear his magical voice
Each time that he came near
And though her voice was far away
She'd whistle for his reply
She listened to every word he'd say
Until he said goodbye
He made her feel like she could speak
A language only they understood
And though they used their own technique
They spoke every chance they could
A little girl and her mocking bird
Has quite the conversation
They talk all day without a word
Through the gift of imitation