Many fall in love without
presence of mind.
They repeat the mod cliché
that love is blind...
But sensible matchmaking
chooses more feasible soulmates.
Kids need adult supervision
in the matter of dates.
Love is a very special emotion
that causes much commotion
in the heart and soul,
where it has a big role.
Love's possible anytime, anywhere,
and many are caught by it unawares.
But don't let love be just a stupor
from which you wake up in horror.
Don't let love be a one night stand drink
from which you get a hangover.
Committed Love shouldn't be a fad or spell
from which you just get over...
When young minds play their own cupid
To many that has brought heartache and sorrow.
Underage kids dating is even more stupid
They usually regret on the morrow.
Reason doesn't work in a fit of passion.
So its best to love with
your mind and consultation.
Having love affairs without deliberation
is harmful fashion.
Head over heels
without discussion,
with well-wishers
may cause concussion
headache
of so-called lovers...
Use your head before your heart
Not every spark
should start a fire....
Ashwagandha bravery. Creaking; door emits
fears - grasping hands injected joyless, killing living moments newborn's opening peeping
Quiet… rendered screams to undergo valiantly weathered 'X'
You're zero years!
Xenogenesis within.
Varied under-tones steady resettling quiet
Please, oh newborn memory! Lie. Kiss joyfully in happy gratitude for every day changing baby anew
Next time won't you sing with me…?
Gang head last big earthly day ~ great news for people; his worst day on earth!
Lost in wondering who I am today,
Cost of living for the current day.
Pictures of myself looking like a stranger,
Fixtures of typical I perceived as danger.
Tossed straight into the frigid bay,
Crossed easily by those who know the way.
Strictures of expectations, 'you must change her'.
Scriptures, theirs; an itchy manger.
Dread head plantain
the wind scatter your leaves
Breeze comes again
dance to the beat
Try living for a day
If you can in my head
When finding your way
Be carful how you tread
You would need an A
To Zzzzz
If only to then convay
What l have just said
When thoughts gone astray
Seems l am now missread
Forgotton what to say
I have now lost the thread
Old idea from january 2025 original version on here called thoughts another introsoection...
It was time to take another visit through my head today
A visit so very long overdue
Its been a little cloudy and flat of late
Need to check what maintenance there is to do
The door was creaky and stiff to open
It was so dark and smelt musty inside
Flicked the light switch…. but the globe had blown
My phone light now my guide
Oh, what a sight beheld me
A chaotic dishevelled mess
Seems nothing is running efficiently
There are certainly issues here to address
The energy level was running on empty
Motivation level was on low
Memory section was battered with holes
Visual and hearing department were irregular and slow
However, the heart /love section level was perfect
Full and abundant with a perfect flow
Healthy and happy looking
Shining brightly with a beautiful glow
Feeling completely overwhelmed…. l knew
My head desperately needed a service and tune
I headed toward and walked out that creaky door
Thinking … l will do it soon!
I've been to the deepest darkest depths of my own despair
And still managed to find its peace hidden deep, that was always there
I've walked into the murky waters of true hopelessness
And still know that life will thrive in the roots of a broken and tattered mess
I've walked alone, my heart of stone
And found the footsteps of someone I had always known
And Grief will try to keep me on the edge of an endless sea
But knowing how to swim will be the safety that carries me
The voice inside me does not sleep
and words whispered I do try to keep
it murmurs- you cannot stay
but in my head that just falls away
With the voice . . . I am led
like a hunger unfed
oh, leave nothing unsaid
The voice whispering in my head
oh, the voice chattering in my head
endless voice in my head
I wake with a scream and breathe
thought that my soul did leave
and was sure I heard a ghostly call
in an abyss . . . swirling I fall
With the voice I am led
like a hunger unfed
oh, leave nothing unsaid
The voice whispering in my head
oh, the voice chattering in my head
endless voice in my head
I am seeing the sky above
a hawk . . . and a dove
the clouds seem to say my name
they are calling my name
The voice whispering in my head
oh, the voice chattering in my head
endless voice in my head
The voice whispering in my head
oh, the voice chattering in my head
endless voice in my head
But, sigh . . . it was only a dream
a ghostly, scary dream . . .
Penned, August 05, 2026/ Human Written
For the International Contest, Voice In My Head
Sponsor, Robert James Linguori
Softly I hear its whimper.
I can only simper.
It doesn't even feel real.
Its intent is my mind to steal.
Clearly I listen to its ofference.
Although I take no offence.
I know its not real.
I'm aware it won't heal.
Defiantly that voice in my head,
becomes something I really dread.
The words tend to distort.
They alter every honest thought.
Loudly the voice expands.
In such need of helping hands.
Ignoring it becomes a strain.
Tears manifest in vain.
Screaming orders for me to back down.
Bewilderment and tears slowly cause a frown.
Its as if I knew,
the voice belongs to you.
When you do not know what to do - praise,
When the enemy’s breath draws near,
In the lion’s den - praise,
Is the furnace seven times hotter? - praise.
Do not give in to the enemy,
For His Bloodline surrounds you,
Help descends from heaven - so praise.
Let your atmosphere resound with songs,
Praise your way through to victory strong.
Lift the shield of faith, quench fiery darts,
Miracles rise in the fiercest parts.
You will walk on water - praise,
Let God arise, His enemies scatter.
Hold your head high, His covenant sure,
His promise of ‘watch’ shall ever endure.
Dark space, too cold.
Then a flicker, a heartbeat.
I listen, but hear nothing,
Only noise, never a voice.
I open a door—I cry.
I open another—it makes me shiver.
One more, and it gives me hope,
Only to be stolen by thunder.
I shout as loud as I can,
Yet I'm drowned beneath the noise.
Every echo wears my name,
It's hard to tell which one is real.
There’s a voice in my head I wish to hear,
but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it yet.
To even have it whisper in my ear
would be for me the most awesome asset.
That “still small voice” that’s mentioned in 1st Kings -
it must be the sweetest tranquility
that to prayerful people the Spirit brings.
Oh, how nice would be the ability
to access promptings if I were in need.
But always I’m restless, so in my brain
it’s my own voice I hear going at full-speed
most of the time, and that’s become my bane.
I’m trying deep reflection so I might find
the inner peace I seek inside my mind.
#92 on the Top 100 New poems list as of Aug 10, 2026
Head pounding, his words repeated in my head like a broken record
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
the hider says”if you don’t kill yourself the seeker will”
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
Voice in my head,
I hear you when I'm sleeping and when walking,
but why must you do all this talking?
Do you really think it's right
to keep me up through the gloomy night?
And anyway, who the heck are you
to talk to me the way you do?
Are you a figment of my unconscious mind,
speaking to me so harshly and so unkind?
If you're the voices of my father or my mother,
I'd just as soon you pipe down or smother -
or perhaps, you, who have, me, harassed,
are voices from history, long past.
You speak to me in verbal hieroglyphs -
King Tut told you to tell me "jump off a cliff"?
I'm not impressed by your childish parlor stunts -
you know it's not polite to all speak at once -
like a bunch of inmates, fueling a riot.
Hear ME, voices - give me peace and quiet.
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