Best Voicelessness Poems

You chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard
a place you never go
and there she trembles  a tiny tiger in a blurred world 
secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs 

faint mews draw you closer
the power of her vulnerability
fills your veins with a pulse...

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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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An ode must be written to the player of strings
Thanking them for the joy their playing brings
Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings
Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessness the object sings.

Sometimes seated or even when they stand
By pick, by bow or by hand
Played...

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It was the interplay
between shadow and moon.
An encephalopathy
in ring of fire ?

The blast was the tipping
point of your identity. Now
you don’t recognize yourself
amid the books.

Grieving can start now.
Tossed from temple roof
on to mound of ash, you
stand on your grave for final count.

Again your voice will...

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Broken shell

After a lengthy time of climbing
I sit on the hill peak of courage.
Drafting my testimony on an inkless page of my acquired voicelessness,
Looking down pieces of the shell broken scattered in the valley where
My identity had been locked with my background and sealed in...

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She isn’t dormant, she moves through the dark in this new phase, 
as exact as a silver snowflake.  Despite her voicelessness, she speaks to me.
Her swollen body is idolized in the black that she unstains; she owns the shadows.

     ...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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Dear boy:

Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden,
Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe out their sweat against the wall of your voicelessness and fear. 
Do not ask why the gods woke from the...

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I painted my hope in the horizon
I love the way it is rendered by God
It is the image of voicelessness
It comes across the breezing sea.

The horizon tells me that I am no man
I am nothing without anyone near me
In this world there's no boundaries
the boundaries...

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Creaky door opening from one blackened room
To another
Something enters
Looms
Warm breath on your neck

You
Business leaders
Are the first to go
The most susceptible
To my thoughts about your future

Hold out your hands
What do you feel?
Yes that’s it a carrot and stick
Now feel the blade of steel to your throat

My...

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The streams of chameleon 
cultures are wrapped in an 
unending charade of peace,
love and warmth. How I wish 
we were truly free indeed, not just 
from the invaders. Free from ourselves, 
our bonds, our lies and truth. 

       Even...

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This effervescent appetite
To cuddle and huddle 
Your warmth and plum;
Your bush, green,
Wild life and natural sunshine 
A craving, gushing down
Like a torrent of water
From a million feet of water falls; 
A reminisce of a colorful dark night
Of passionate bliss, chatter and laughter
Under thatch roof and...

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Her voicelessness always scared me. 

As she could only cry for the longest time. 

And I could tell that in that little mind-

She had some sort of pain that my softest whispers could never cure. 

The doctors all said she was simply too attached. 

But...

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