Speak Poems - Poems about Speak

There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me, Like winds lost in a violent storm, stirring my silent soul, I cannot return to them, cannot mend them, but they pass over me, Like cold shadows slipping across warm skin, leaving sensations of untamed longing. I regret them in ways for which I have no...

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Speak to me LORD JESUS Speak to me Speak to me LORD JESUS Speak to me Tell me what You want me to do Speak to me I'm begging you JESUS There are things I know Only you can fix At times I doubt I'll accomplish it But with you JESUS I know that I can Speak to...

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The morning breaks with a solemn look on his face and the sun hiding behind the pregnant clouds suppress the morning with lots of doubt; I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head but he was gathering stones and emptying them on the sprawling lawn, while the universe watches with its open gut...

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what must I say to get you to speak— I’ve tried the soft approach, the hard approach, drank whiskey alone in dark corners wrote letters I never sent screamed at the night sky asking the moon to drag your voice out of the void I’ve said all the wrong things, tried all the right ones— sat in smoke-filled bars with the ghosts of old conversations, sat...

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May we be blessed to have learned these simple facts. knowledge we should have been taught in our youth…. how we don’t need many words… when we’re going to speak the truth. And if creating a better world for everyone… is our our goal…our undertaking… how important it is to speak our truth even when our voice is shaking. ...

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No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds for I couldn't lick the festering gashes clean. Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep, fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene. No mere prick or scratch did you inflict as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare. You severed our marriage cord with a stare. Without gauntlet thrown before you I swayed when waylaid in...

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If the walls could speak I wonder if they would spill all the hidden secrets Would the foundation crumble under the weight of letting it all go Would it cry for all the children Who were victims of lost innocence Would it tell all the stories Of each family throughout history Of the little black girl Who felt alone...

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As the rain hit aganist my window pane Decided to write one of my pure thought of myself What passed into and across across my mind ! Where to find oneself one love inside oneself to one. one flesh to speak the whispered voice of Godly Love. My soul and what would...

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When I cannot speak, who will catch the cry That hangs on the hush of a midnight sky? Will the wind recall what I longed to say, And carry it soft through the silver-grey? The stars may glisten with borrowed grace, But they know nothing of my place— My quiet ache, my silken grief, The fragile bloom of a half-lived belief. Will the...

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They told us silence was golden but we learned it was a cage. Now, the locks are rusted open and we are stepping on the stage. No more whispers in the margins no more shrinking to fit the room. We speak in every shade and story our words like seeds that bloom. We are not echoes of one another we are a rising storm,...

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At last I’m loud to speak breathless Since long, days were passing in bleak ...

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I’ve learned to move through this world at a pace that feels honest to me— not slow, not fast, just real. People mean well, I know. They offer paths, perspectives, suggestions shaped by their own lived truths. Sometimes I listen closely, sometimes I don’t. But I’ve come to understand that I’m allowed to choose when I open the door. Not out of stubbornness, but because...

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What better than to speak God's name He moves and shakes and rocks this world Countless times He saved us all He saved me since I was a little girl We're all the better knowing Jesus His ministry is to love and to serve To save and encourage one and all We're not as prayerful as we thought we were But Jesus knows...

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this is Davie and Caroline's podcasting story, this is not for fame nor for glory, this is the chance to give you the shout, telling people what its all about, your the voice that we want to hear, whither its about theft drugs or even beer, your the one that has the voice, we...

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When you're afraid to speak, you sell your rights for nothing You sell your conscience, your soul and country for nothing When you're afraid to express yourself, you don't subsist You're no longer alive, you're dead, and you no longer exist. Writers, poets, professors, professionals, teachers and students Be not afraid to say something, to tell the truth, to tell...

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