In Voice Poetry Poems

In halls where silence speaks louder than words,
I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen.
Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords,
Pierce through the facade, where I've always...

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Pen prepares its blood with quiet intent,
Flowing with words that embrace no cliche;
Its spirit starts to pump the heart's content,
Beginning with inner insights to say.

The...

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submitted into Brian Strands 1397 Poetry Contest, July 2025

MEMORABLE BALLET
her thoughts pirouette, twirl, and spin,
    a choreographed ballet across the blank screen....

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There are voices all around us
Not loud, not obvious,
But aching to be heard.

Within this poem lies three unheard stories
Three souls, each silenced by society
A woman...

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At times upon the grassy hill
a brisk breeze will blow teasing my hair
And within that breeze I will hear
questions asked of me as I lie...

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You are a prisoner of your own mind,
Chained within a cell,
That binds your thoughts,
And conceals your head.

Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed,
Your mind lacks the fortitude,
It needs...

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Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a...

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There is a garden between my ribs,
A hidden place the world can't see.
It blooms in silence, softly lives,
A patch of green inside of me.

I never...

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Her warm breath fogs the pane.
She draws a mis-ty veil.
Footsteps fade like lost ghosts.
Her voice melts in the rain.
Dreams ache inside her chest.
Hope hums of...

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morning light through window
a song heard in my dream lingers
living beyond time
birds outside my window sing
I hear the voice of angels
a conversation with a friend
I...

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It took many years for me to love me 
For rich or for poor the body keeps the score.

Society is always on the go no...

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He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had...

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I came with hands unclenched and heart awake,
To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake.
I walked among the young with humble aim,
Yet found the fire...

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After Lenore, by Edgar Allan Poe

Broken—yes—the golden-locked and beautiful Lenore,
Gone from us forevermore, to grace our eyes no more.
And thou, De Vere, who scornful stands...

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