Speak Up Poems - Poems about Speak Up

We don't speak now, instead we just text Never expecting what we'd lose next Losing our voice was just the next step in a journey through all things not kept We kept the wind but lost gentle breeze that tousled our hair, murmured in trees We kept the sky, but lost the sunset crimson and gold clouds we'd never forget We lost the...

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There is a room no one remembers. It exists between seconds, beneath the sigh of clocks, where grief collects like dust no one dares to clean. A boy once lived there. Not in body but in everything the world chose not to see. He was the note never played in the song, the letter erased before the ink could dry. He breathed like wallpaper quiet, patterned, unseen. No one ever...

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When I’m in a place of darkness and cold, Speak to me from Love, no need to be bold. For you’re only sharing what you’ve been told, Allow Truth to flow through that’s good as gold. Dear writer of poetry, release truth which can mend. Let it flow through our land and spread like the wind. Write from your instinct, tell...

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Gotta go to school it's the same old story teach me a lesson would be good for me learning all the rules five days of the week don't fall behind don't think don't speak gotta go to work it's the same sad story get me a job that's sure to bore me working for a wage five days of the week don't...

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bird speak fascinates me I wish we had a Rosetta stone to explain the tweets, peeps, cheeps and whistles...

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Does he have something to say Should he be allowed to say it Maybe he should be censored Stand around without an opinion He is told not to offend Not to say anything against the world But who knows what he could do What he would do if he could speak But he has been beaten down for so long He may have...

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I speak—not from a podium or palace, But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence. From beneath the green womb of the Congo, Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised, The democratic, the free— What freedom do you preach While your machines chew through the bones of my children? I see your flags in the forests...

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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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