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 your uniqueness.
To be clear, you were born to bestow our joyfulness.
Had sent a blessing to us thanks to God's holiness.
Son, you depict nicely how a son may have lightness.
My duty will always be to offer you matchless.
If you're in the lamest rule, you deserve my promptness.
You lifted my artwork to an extreme level of skillfulness.
Everywhere I fit, you seem to follow me with firmness.
Regardless of where I am or how I manage my illness.
The ghost that lurks within me is a mystic elusiveness.
Of inspiration and creativity that is in my mind flawless.
It just takes one look to confer my focus and cleanliness.
Claim anything you envy, but don't leave me clueless.
Yet, I am aware of how grateful you are for my lavishness.
Even the urge to craft your own way has uniqueness.
With all my resources, knowledge, and awareness.
All have a role to play in preserving our rising family spotless.
Sway to the beat of my soul and embrace my closeness
Allow yourself to widen your eyes; your destiny will be harmless.
I drew the full moon for you to retain your greatness.
Without question, I admire you for your graciousness.
My son, I'll outline your disparity and avail your tactfulness.
I meant to say that you sparked my thoughtfulness.
Consider that I'm always aware of your level of attentiveness.
I can tell from our relationship around gleefulness.
Even if I die, you will have a piece of my warm-heartedness.
Placed first in the contest
Written: May 04, 2021
All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
voiceless, allusion, appreciation, blessing, care,
Form:
Monorhyme
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 the English language but
it appears broken; my voice is thus
lost, like a treasured belonging long
been misplaced somewhere unknown.
My hearing remains but I speak like
a deaf person; hand gestures are made
to try to convey my thoughts and emotions,
sadly, hardly anyone has learned how to
interpret someone like myself.
I am voiceless and thus I seem not to
belong in this world of fragmented images
of what is deemed normal.
Regardless of my affliction I remain as
whole as I can possibly be.
Categories:
voiceless, confusion, life, peoplelanguage, language,
Form:
Free verse
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 in petulant power with the moon
I am the passive strand of sand longing for his rhythm
oh timpani thunder roll in roll over me my skin awaits
taunt of aerated fate I await with serrated silence
stranded by him… I await… as inconsequential
as an oyster shell without a pearl
as a pearl unfulfilled without a knotted strand
I am the beach exposed at the lowest ebb
my eyes not sand-blind when cherry sun colors him red
and fuels his restless quest for honeypot conquests
to consummate sunset with supple skies far from home
and conjugate with sugar-shores not his own
my protests to his stray-sprees lay like loose scree
lure-lyrics litter air but then die a pale chitter in his ear
fruited gripes broken in breakers re-rhymed into pulp
summer-sweet to his palate as beach plum wine—
whine in the grind of my grain soundproofed by his kiss
where is his echo to my thirsty plea of love
when he’s the romeo sea and I’m the sand seduced
and exist in recline to absorb his homecoming
while beach-grass-bending-wind
whips my voice away from my throatless soul?
my resist drowns in liquid grooves of his drum beat—
spume churned in surf zone… our spindrift in bloom yet
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone
Categories:
voiceless, beach, conflict, longing, love
Form:
Free verse
"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 reasons forced or voluntary.
Raising no protest, they yield to their fate
Watch the meek docile lambs that move,
Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside
Food and shelter are all they need,
And they abide to be shorn with no dissent.
Silent are the beasts that trot along,
Miles on end through rugged tracks.
Blissfully ignorant of what awaits,
They stagger lamely to the slaughterhouse.
Mournful is the voicelessness of the slaves,
Flogged and beaten to bear the yoke,
Stifled is the cry within their throats,
Never once let out to break the calm
Heart rending is the voicelessness of the dumb,
Trying in vain to utter fleeting thoughts,
Through signs and gestures crude to view,
Lisping and blabbering in broken sounds.
Fierce is the silence that lingers on,
The ones subdued under stark threat of life,
Gagged and tied unable to moan or move,
While looted of all that is hoarded in life.
Silence turns golden for the sober man,
Who remains sedate when taunted or abused
And shuts his mouth with great restraint,
To prevent a brawl from brewing up
Voiceless lies the dead beneath the sod,
Actors who once rocked the stage,
They exited out from this turbulent world,
To be shrouded within crevices dark.
Categories:
voiceless, angst, destiny, silence,
Form:
Free verse
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 weight of worlds, I build walls,
I lose myself in labyrinths of silent echoes,
Stretching the distances between me and the fleeing dream,
Life, an unwritten poem, always beyond reach.
I need neither splendor nor shining thrones,
Only cold shadows accompany me on my journey through stone days,
Brothered with poverty, loneliness is my sole companion,
I seek not the sweetness of love, but the cold kiss of poetry.
What is my life? An enigma where the echo of questions is lost,
An endless string of days, a thirst unquenched,
A solitude that crosses aeons, an endless refrain,
In a world that doesn't even know my name.
I live like a monk among the pages of the world,
Writing my expectations in verses that flow
Like tears on the unjust face of time,
And my dreams, pale children, are the phantoms of hope.
My life, an altar where the flame never extinguishes,
My purpose, a lantern in the never-ending storm,
An oasis of peace in the tumult of the world, where steps do not echo,
And maybe, one day, a sign of salvation will appear.
A mystic order of pure souls,
That will light up the darkness with their poetry,
A choir of hearts sustaining the harmony of the cosmos,
In this stone temple, I live, I work, in silence.
Thus am I, the ascetic worker in his sanctuary,
Without glory, without echo, waiting for a day that may never come,
Yet my heart beats in the rhythm of an unwritten poem,
And from each beat, poetry is born, echoing in other hearts.
Categories:
voiceless, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
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 nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
Categories:
voiceless, art,
Form:
Free verse
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 of the eyes of men.
Tell me I am wrong
for mixing clay and spittle spiced with spite,
That in my eyes have fallen the worthiest of men,
Even the most virtuous women have been undressed.
Father told me "silence is virtue,
Quietude is key."
What I carry- the words I bear
Is a river rushing to empty itself into the ocean.
Tell me I am wrong
For choosing to live expressive.
"The silent man is like one dead with his mouth open,
A lot to say, nothing said."
How sad!
They say our color defines silence,
We are blessed with the curse.
From time immemorial we have carried the course
over with every soul we laid to rest.
With fettered legs from Badagry
we have mourned silently to Cane farms in Brazil,
Bound men in Freetown,
We harbour promises of a free world
when we have not even a free town.
Caretakers of our own lands.
From Egyptian slavery we walk into the captivity of the Promised Land
powerful but powerless
like bottled genies.
Tell me I am wrong for
Refusing to bargain my voice
Or trade my lips for another tongue.
Father told me that War is a word
we must never say,
Our fathers before him buried it deep under lashes,
Sang it away in sugar cane farms.
He said
" Silence is peace, we must carry on the tradition."
The head must lay itself for the tail
Like wine must be downed 'fore the dreg
But freedom is a language, voice is a tongue.
We have waited so long with poise
in the eerie dungeons of quietude for noise
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Categories:
voiceless, africa, corruption, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
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 -
Categories:
voiceless, spoken word,
Form:
Light Verse
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 "
in UN security council.
It had been decades when Africans leaders
claimed about injustices in the world
and they were ignored till today.
Imagine about the continent of fifty four countries
continue being under umbrella of some foreign
countries when some world decisions are always taken.
Imagine when some U.S presidents decided to hit
some countries " Irak , Afghanistan... so on"
none of the African head of states was there.
When president of Russia decided to hit Ukrain
none African countries was consulted as
they don't have " Droit de Veto."
If some European countries with " Droit de Veto " failed
to stop president Putin to hit Ukrain
some Asian countries with Droit de Veto failed to stop
U.S Presidents to hit Irak, Afghanistan ...so on.
which African country could succeed without that right?
Some people found it easy to trap an African country to arrest a current president who has " Droit de Veto "
At other hand they know the consequences
that country will face for decades.
August 26/ 2023
Categories:
voiceless, political,
Form:
Free verse
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 voice
in the midst of cowards
this voice scares
corrupt men in power
a voice of God
this voice shines
like the sun
brave more like a lion
fearless like a God
their is a voice
in the countryside
where gangs
are the master of
the game of devaluation
this voice brings
joy to the poor
while it expose the
wicked
a voice so strong
with the power
of change
is the voice of God
spoken only by
truthful brave humans
Categories:
voiceless, africa, confidence, courage, encouraging,
Form:
Epic
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 soulless
I was an offspring I never had the chance to grow
Like I once an aye until I became a nay
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
I am now a living phantom
Every trash bin you see is my grave
Every garbage waste is my manger
Every raindrop you feel is my tear
Every air you touch is my breath
Every nightmare is my endless call
Every lightning and thunder will be the day I die
See my shadow in every corner
Until the day you will repent
The very day you blew me away
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
Voiceless (The Mourning of the Unborn Child)
Lyn-Jenne
Categories:
voiceless, abortion, absence, abuse, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
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 it will drink the silence
From my cup and only watch!
Never know.
Categories:
voiceless, rain,
Form:
Free verse
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 the kingdom can fall, disintegrate to dust
The ashes of the unfortunate remain a sign
The sign of numbered days
Rise to hear the cries of those who suffer
Categories:
voiceless, conflict, corruption, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
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 keep the faith
The devil seems to torment them each day
While most cement their feelings due to hopelessness
The pain breaks a soul, divides the mind and confuses the heart
What's love when your heart is harden?
Your guilt kills you as your burden takes you to the ground
We ain't meant to judge cause we have our inquites
Voice of the voiceless, maybe I speak on behalf of an individual
Screams are heard yet most ignore the cries of many made by heart
Our society, can you hold the hands of the leaders of tomorrow
Am saying no to rape to all genders
Because both men and women are raped on daily basis
Imagine the pain that a heart holds onto yet breaking a soul.
Have to say that what challenges we face
Let's share our troubles, since others can't face their reflection
Suicidal Ideations filling ones mind
Questioning their worth in this world,
Drowning their sorrows with alcohol.
Knocking on Heavens' door yet walking on hell's path
They asking God why they living yet their treated inhuman
Damn, the pain grows stronger and happiness is gained through alcohol and drugs
When will this pain and suffering come to an end.
For those who are in this situation
Know that you ain't alone in the struggle
Always be strong, and look for a friend who won't judge
But accept you the way you are
Stars can be seen through the darkness
Don't lose hope my brother, my sister
Voice for the voiceless, hope you have heard their cries.
Categories:
voiceless, children, grief, hope, humanity,
Form:
Contest: Oxymoron
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
,Date of submission: 4th September, 2025
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My heart screams silently in pain,
Dry tears still drown my fragile soul,
My grief is small yet vast as rain,
My cheeks stay parched though hot tears roll.
My throat cries out in voiceless will,
I’m crushed by love too dark to care,
Your gentle hand was made to kill—
You broke my heart beyond repair.
Categories:
voiceless, grief, heartbreak, heartbroken, pain,
Form:
Other