Speak Poems - Poems about Speak

The scriptures whisper of silent tombs/ Of wisdom buried, lost in gloom/ But I rise, carved from the night/ A witness to the truths concealed in blight/ They say the grave is thoughtless dust/ Where knowledge falters, fades to rust/ Yet voices linger past the veil/ The echoes of the lost prevail/ For darkness harbors secrets deep/ And silent lips still stir and speak/ Their...

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To speak the truth in a world woven with lies is to set yourself on fire like a torch, Just to prove you were never made of wax melted under absent gazes, They praise polite silence, mute nods, and false smiles that hide the void, But they tremble when your words come unfiltered, sharp, soaked in everything they...

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Don't think I'm antique. My words reach their peak. My throat will soon break. Give me a chance, for God's sake. Why should you speak for my sake? Can you heal my every ache? You are interpreting my words. Can you interpret the cries of the birds? Without even reading any of my poems Out of them, you create mayhems. Allow me to speak, my...

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Spiffed up in my tux and looking so cool My, how the ladies do titter and drool I strut about to entice Fell on my bum on the ice ...

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To possess freedom which is absolute, needs God to be the dreamer and the dreamed, wherein breath by breath, as He does reboot, He ensouls all objects by His will beamed, deciding when each soul will be redeemed. This blueprint suggests that there’s no one here, save ego as smoke, which will disappear, having no independent existence, so all that’s required is to...

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The words we speak can bring life or bring death.. It could be the suicide, of the persons last breath.. Be mindful of your thoughts before you impart.. You never know when, that could finish a heart.. ...

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It speaks of loss and vermilion It speaks of everything and eternity Shadows reek of dead things n burnt dreams Shadows hide the faces of the world The truth from the light, the madness In houses of civility, things of industry In the deepest night, shadows linger, creep Shadows cover our misbegotten deeds It speaks of loss n suffering All...

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body has its need, we have ours flavour of limitation sours the saving grace is bliss rapture divine spark mind cannot capture dwelling in which we spend our hours...

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You hold the key. I want to see. It's what I seek. So, hear my plea, and set me free. Speak....

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Is that a bird? My sister, who is on the phone, asks me. I listen a bit harder. Can you hear that? She asks. It’s a bird, right? Uh-huh. A bird I had not noticed until now Spouting birdspeak that is suddenly obnoxiously loud and annoying....

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Urdu poems about speech and to speak, the spoken word, thoughts, roses, life, secrets, joy, pain, vows, critics, the heart. Hearing my speech, accomplished critics enjoined me to accessibility, but my thoughts are complex and if I don’t speak, I’m even harder to understand! —Mirza Ghalib, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The rose bestows her glory, true, but...

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O, speak yonder owl, filled with wisdom as you are Tell me how I can swing from a star Well, little chimpanzee, I’ve some advice for you ...

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Don’t! Don’t put your thoughts on paper Don’t dare to think out loud Don’t express on social media Don’t put them up in cloud Don’t criticize the useless Don’t voice a point of view Don’t flex your vocal cord Don’t think you’re immune Six burly officers are coming Because of something you said They crash the door early morning And they’ll tear you from your bed They’ll whisk...

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I wrote love letters for you, words I’m afraid to speak, My heart races, feeling alive, yet fear of rejection makes me hesitate. In the quiet of my soul, chaos fades when I gaze upon your captivating face, Tangled thoughts, words lost in the mist, the desire to unravel the heart's threads. I don’t wish to disturb your peaceful...

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beyond me, another poem fluctuating earring out of style has to buy me playing missing nightstands till the songs pass us goodnights circling memories up stairs swimming in stands never giving up floors she's tangled twice he'd paint her nervous twang beginnings in shorts dancing cornered steady gone, one more block come with her, next time...

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