Speaks Poems - Poems about Speaks

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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(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) You left me when the lights flickered and the water turned bitter. When the sky coughed ash and the birds stopped singing. You ran. All of you. As if I hadn’t held your every heartbeat in the bricks of my spine. I fed your dreams-- from paper boys to prophets. I...

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"As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on...

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I am feeling like my words need an escape There is no crisis, just my jumbled thoughts and the blank slate of a new day So, I take a deep breath, and let my soul speak to me It tells me that I should be kind today to both others and myself And perhaps go out of my way to help...

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i had a date to be born on this date i can't understate, i just couldn't wait it was my fate my goal to gain weight ain't that great...

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