Short Unvoiced Poems
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It is always my belief
to write is not either
to loss or wins
in a contest
but to convey
the message
of the unvoiced.
slow, slower and slower we be
gentle, gentler and gentler yet
lest scars of unvoiced anguish
create ripples in the vast void
Feeling heart’s tremors and unvoiced thought, I embrace God’s spirit in you
29-September-2022
Empathy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
unvoiced thought
felt not by
the bigot
hearts that bleed
cry out for
their own creed
sans thought crutch
oh hermit
gentle touch
27-January-2023
Tricube
This, untrained as unvoiced
Brahmin in the bee;
Chants, in a repetitive drone
Its own sacred tone.
This, for its temple's space
My private garden's!
Minds of its calm, once entered
Are deeper interred!
each touch friction
as two objects rub
with ego assigning meaning
refracting light pristine white
unvoiced emotes
ink the vast void
which acknowledges our gifts
manifesting sunshine and rain
02-December-2022
Words
neat
quiet
mutinous
never go silent.
Words overflow the mind and turn
insentient paper into realms of melodies.
Black and white paper become pianos of unvoiced dreams that summon musical souls.
I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.
It’s easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
it’s safer to keep ravenous.
It’s simpler to bamboozle with silence.
Behind each unvoiced whisper
a shouting heart remains.
Beneath a raging heart
words unsaid speak on.
Within each murmured thought
a shallow grave endures.
Behind words once spoken
lay all things broken.
Enclosed within an unheard whisper,
a raging heart.
Hardest to reach type.
As self effacing
Dimmest, deadest hideaway place
Lives as deep within.
Unvoiced, as leaves shut
True feelings, a door.
Eyes'shutters, whilst across them pass
Quick frights' silhouettes
Its outlook betrayed, whilst crass besets
His world's, a world for.
howl of despair
iron gate swinging shut
slowly
’til but a crevice remains.
life obscured
mourning that
unlived.
sorrow unheard
forgiveness unspoken
darkness enshrouding
death without dying
howl unvoiced
alone.
Collection: Romance
Written: April 2018
For ever, I heard the cavernous rumblings
The truce, the battle, to find , to choose
My misty pathway, unknown, indefinite
Yes, the tattooed carvings , I see
On the tree of my life, crystal clear
The spur, the muse, the magic wand
Blessing me to stride, the course
To scribble, the unvoiced stories
The words that are unvoiced but not unheard are the loudest of all.
The words that aren't said at the end of s sentence but are implied.
they are the ones that hurt the most,
they are the ones we instantly regret,
they are the ones that end the argument.
End the friendship.
End the relationship.
End the trust.
End the love.
inseparable from existence
presence yet still in the void
inhales and exhales mindfully
radiating its lustre unalloyed
the universe responds to us
for intent simmers in inaction
unvoiced emotes of our heart
causation granting life traction
there then never is cessation
even in the transcendent state
it is why we are here immanent
creative impulses never abate
Tell tale signs linger in the void,
of unvoiced emotions destroyed,
yet embraced by the universe,
thereby shaping destiny’s verse,
replaying as our life’s refrain,
until mindful eye does ingrain
each flicker and nuance within
bleeding hearts, thus exhuming sin
from the very core of our soul,
that womb of existence feels whole.
03-August-2022
A note in the wind is released by our soul,
borne of burning yearning to unite with God,
for entwinement alone will make us feel whole,
so in silence we enter our heart unshod,
feeling therein divine bliss, scriptures extol,
becoming the flame itself, that leaves us awed.
Our unvoiced intent thus released into space,
ignites bliss within, as outpourings of grace.
27-October-2022
(not for contest)
Your impressionist,
rift, comes through
uncontrolled hands of fear. The snake
was shedding the skin.
Not walking,
flying like a rage
discharging the burns
in the river of blood.
I shudder,
in the cleft of a grain.
Hymns were howering over the book.
One by one
the leaves fall, to unravel the secrets of
unvoiced grief of earth.
A thin faith crumbles
unfinding the lost shroud
of a messiah.
SATISH VERMA
Your impressionist,
rift, comes through
uncontrolled hands of fear. The snake
was shedding the skin.
Not walking,
flying like a rage
discharging the burns
in the river of blood.
I shudder,
in the cleft of a grain.
Hymns were howering over the book.
One by one
the leaves fall, to unravel the secrets of
unvoiced grief of earth.
A thin faith crumbles
unfinding the lost shroud
of a messiah.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Whispered words of love,fidelity’s
spoken promise,togetherness,soothing
selfless&sincere clasped as one
on the axis of love.So bittersweet
is first love,a forever experience
long lasting,such enchantment can
bring pain,falling as teardrops on
love’s seat.Flowers in the mind,these
unvoiced compliments of love’s gaze
looks deep into deep & echos into eternity
as daydreams weeping over life.
From my A stone of my Heart 2007
Clear undulating waves play tag
with an omnipresent seashore;
each recurring breaker burbles
sounds from an ancient beginning
ebbing back to its salty self
with rhythmic perpetuity.
Subtle unvoiced fricative sounds
echo from sandy, shallow shoals
awash with vacant tiny shells
that once dwelled in this saline soup.
Gray and white gulls hover above
receding breakers scavenging
them opportunistically
in a cacophonous frenzy.
Love not gifted,
Cannot be amassed;
Only in parting,
Can we lighten the past.
While history is set,
The future is yet to be presented;
Life without love,
Can only be prevented.
Love often, Love now,
In every word, thought, and deed;
We cannot find true pleasure,
When embraced with our greed.
Voiced or unvoiced, felt or unfelt,
Heard or unheard, seen or unseen;
The gift of love makes a difference,
To any and all in-between.
God fills the blanks of unvoiced fear,
since each tremor to Him is known
and in His womb the thoughts we’ve sown
borne by ego, in time appear,
which if we allow God to steer,
there’s nothing we then call our own ~
God fills the blanks.
If heart’s pure, we feel bliss beats spear
form; rapture that’s from God on loan,
blossoming as lotus full blown.
When lower mind doth disappear,
God fills the blanks.
12-December-2022
Rondine
a question was raised
but pure heart unfazed
forever tranquil
had relinquished will
and so the response
held in bliss beat sconce
was benign and kind
that souls be aligned
by feeling heartbeats
of unvoiced love bleats
making them soul’s own
and with love so hone
that boundaries blur
head and heart concur
aboard God’s bliss boat
in joyous free float
wherein the question
ego did mention
now takes a backseat
heeding pure love’s tweet
Om is the eternal gong,
that carries spirit along,
fixating our attention
in all-time meditation.
Even when we lose focus,
we flow along the locus
of magnetism within form,
silent thunder, a bliss storm.
The initiation done,
by the light that lights the sun,
we gently metamorphose,
whilst poised in blissful repose.
Deep wisdom unfolds in time,
as we bloom betwixt love’s chime;
our unvoiced prayer, God hears,
Who by His hand our life steers.
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined within
banished,unvoiced by him,
embittered by his own hurt,
a scarred child 'neath his hairshirt.
In the past,his crippled emotions lay
imprisoned,unsaid,'til his dying day.
Emotion=Inhibition