Best Voiceless Poems

I'm that my words and pen can't express my weakness.
Nobody could have foreseen I felt such happiness.
My bald secret is now included in my poetic liveness. 
I'm at a loss for words to define my soulfulness.

All that I do for you is for you and...

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Misunderstood, trapped and rarely
considered an equal; confusion
dominates many faces that try to
comprehend my broken voice.
No-one seems to recognise my
body language and unusual hand movements.
Wrong conclusions are drawn towards
my level of intelligence; many view me
like a lost child desperate to be one with
its mother.
I may speak...

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"While many are silenced by authority, some are voiceless as they have no courage to protest. But some prefer voicelessness for convenience sake which is a graver offence"  ~ By Poet

In a world of much noise and cacophony
Some are fated to remain voiceless,
Due to...

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In the grey shadow of voiceless days,  
I, a dreamer laborer, a faceless specter,  
Under the silent vault that never opens its eyes,  
I weave my destiny in threads of black linen, hidden in the night.  
With arms that bear the...

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    Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals. 
My chair can get closer from the side, 
but the view isn't as accessible. 
If I could only get well, I can do those things. 
I could eat...

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Mother taught me to not kill,
Her holy book forbids it.
Written somewhere in its many pages is
"Killing is the wickedest biblical sin."
My mind holds me prisoner,
A self-judged convict-
For I have murdered men,
Buried them in the catacombs of hatred.

I have read about Faith.
How it opened shut-up doors...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Voiceless
Co-written by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


You have no voice,

you speak silent words, 
that 
only your mind hears.

You shall remain silent,

Voiceless -

You have no words,
You have no voice -...

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When speaking loudly , the voice does not reach 
its destinations,  accept ... it is a voiceless. 
Quote by poet 

Africa voiceless, 
Where some decisions of the world are taken 
None of African countries participate.
Why? 
 none of them has " Droit de Veto "...

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the voice of the voiceless
there is a brave voice
in the midst of the 
silent  ones

he bleed with the 
words of truth 
and create confusion
in the midst of lie's

he always stand 
at the front line
and lead his people
to the light of hope

their is a brave...

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I was the effect and your pretty folly was the cause
I was a blessing but you were the curse
I was a seed but you were the ruthless soil
I was a tiny blood but you were the burning flame
I was a little innocent but you were...

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Behind the walls are cries of our daughters and sons
Most teenagers are hiding their pain through their smiles
The sound of rain gives them an opportunity to scream
So that God may hear their cries
Hoping for God's hand to give them a help
All hope seems lost, but...

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A needed voice for the voiceless
To learn from failures and choices
As time moves forward
Blinded by delusion and perception
The hateful foundation that was built must fall
To bring forth the natural element to a peaceful life
Righteous inspiration growing from the people
Chanting for freedom
Dislocating a selfish social order
So...

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Voiceless ..

Quietly, quiet
The rain falls above my exile - 

Comply with my rightist
O my poems!  
Till my optimum losses,
Stands on four legs,

And becomes a beast
In the sick night,
At the dusk 

As if it gives me serenity
If I fed it pieces,
From the night and me!

Or...

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You're a man of few words, that's what I know.
How about a conversation? Come on let's go.
Is there any chance to be friend?
I hope smile is not the end.

Whenever we've cross our eyes do meet.
You're the only one who gives me a cold feet!
Surely you...

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How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed...

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