Speaks Poems - Poems about Speaks

The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days, while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies. Words from hollow lips strike like stones— they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners. My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust, each one breathes life into silent desks. They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes. Even the blackboard leans forward, eager to share every truth...

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When leaves drop heavy as unsent Letters upon the dampened earth, I taste the copper in cold air— Your warmth dissolved in autumn's dearth. October fog wraps ash-grey threads Around the words we left for dead, Each syllable a weighted stone That settles in my chest alone. But winds grow cold where shadows climb, Where promises dissolve in time, And hours spill like wine uncorked— Each...

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I stand alone in natures beauty, in the woods by a trickling stream. I feel the presence of my destiny, as a repetitive eternal dream. I hear the gurgling of water, as it follows its chosen way, No worries of tomorrow, as it just flows towards the bay. My mind says, relax you’re never alone, the beauty of nature is all around. A fallen...

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Her silence spoke louder than words Her eyes A window to her hurt Begging to be heard She thought that was something she deserved So why had she been ignored She roamed the earth like a ghost A lost soul hoping for more Hoping someone will help her Someone would see how hard she tries To not cry Despite her watery eyes She...

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I rise where silence meets the fire, 02:02AM — the void opens. I sip the ancient elixir of myself, Wash my face with remembrance. Barefoot, I kiss the Earth. She knows my name Even when the world forgets. A candle burns — white flame, Whispering, “You are protected.” At 03:00AM, I become the ritual. Black sesame and honey, An offering to the gods within. I speak —...

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In the hush of twilight’s embrace, Where the world fades, and shadows trace, I dwell in silence, a quiet retreat, No clamor of gadgets, no hurried heartbeat. Gone are the laughter of children at play, The sweet echoes of grandkids brightening the day. In seeking independence in my twilight years, This silence becomes a friend who hears. I reminisce of days when voices...

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Silence, silence—pin-drop silence, Commands the teacher's voice. Yet in the hush, the children scheme, Their whispers soft, their hearts rejoice. Even in silence, eyes convey The thrill of games at end of day. Their glances speak of plans anew, Of bonds they’ll strengthen as they play. With nodding heads and thumbs held high, Cute smiles flash, some gaps reveal. Twinkling eyes and brows that dance, Their...

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The Blood speaks louder, it paves the way, No force can take its efficacy away. From valleys low to mountains high, His Spirit lifts us up, we touch the sky! In Him we stand, we live, we shine, Our faith is strong, His love divine. So raise our voices, be bold, be free, His Truth will guide our destiny! He lights the night...

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Verse 1: A flood of golden promises Flowing from Heaven's throne. God's word made flesh - So that many may atone. Let this truth ring clear: Unshaken from year to year...

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His writing was pompous and verbose Why wouldn’t it be? He writes like he speaks He appears to be a loquacious windbag which he is...

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I move like a question no one dares to ask aloud. Soft-footed. Sharp-eyed. I was born between shadows, stitched from dusk and flame— a whisper in the underbrush with teeth. You call me sly. I call it survival. I know the wind before it changes. I know the hush that means danger. I know how to vanish without meaning to. Your world is loud. Metal, smoke, hunger that swallows without...

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April 26 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 15-17 Key Verse – 2Kings 15:12 This was the word of the LORD which he spake unto Jehu, saying… FAITH IN GOD WHO SPEAKS HIS WORD OF LIFE God speaks His Word of life that gives us instructions Surely building us up by His exhortations Always ready to...

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I cannot cry the tears that rise when my heart breaks. So I draw them as words. Each letter, a silent scream. I am a mute soul, my voice sealed in ink. My pages speak for me. I am the stillness between breath and ache, a quiet presence that tides through pain— not broken, but breaking open. I am a boat adrift on a sacred river, with a wound in my...

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With You, Even Silence Has Meaning And It’s Always Saying Stay....

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You ask me— how does it feel? This slow bleed of words… This quiet magic made of pain— and ink. Let me tell you. It feels like this: The pen… hesitates. Just for a moment. Then carves its hunger into the silence of a blank white page. The ink bottle? It trembles. Not from fear— But from the weight of all it hasn’t spilled yet. Some call it a prayer. Others? A wound that never...

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