Spoke Poems | Examples

When Silence Spoke

I ran from silence,
thinking it meant loneliness—
but it waited for me
like an old friend
with something to say.

No thunder.
No lightning.
Just stillness
that wrapped around my soul
like a soft, forgotten prayer.

It whispered truths
too delicate for noise—
that I’ve been aching for rest,
hungering for peace,
longing to remember
the sound of my own voice.

Silence showed me
the pieces I left behind
in places I no longer belong.

And for once,
I didn’t fill the space.
I let it echo.
I let it break.
I let it heal.

When silence spoke,
I finally listened—
and found myself
waiting on the other side
of the noise.

After Twilight Spoke

The clouds once soothed my skin.
I breathed the wind rising high.
Shadows lingered deep within.
They vanish as light draws nigh.
Velvet silence softly spread.
Light came near with gentle steps.
Truth arrived in twilight’s cape.

Stars That Once Spoke

this affair was never fated to turn into love
something that started under the moon and stars
something that was ill fated from beginning
now who should i blame? you or me?
i carried us up the summit
but you and i were both sick
the clouds were turning gray
and everything began to disappear in the haze
the castles we built, the promises we made
turned out to be a mirage in my mind
you never meant a thing
i was a tool to fulfill your greed
a savior in times of crisis but you forgot about me
i longed for your love whole summer
even when i knew i was a prey

When They Spoke

Happiness is waving goodbye,
smiling.

Grief makes another promise
to return.

Hesitation even agrees.
But Regret is nudging me.

Love says:
you had too much.

And Hate—
for once—
is silent.

Loneliness says:
you are not alone.

She spoke to me yesterday

She spoke to me yesterday
Rippling in the brisk spring breeze
Humming her song of freedom
Etched with the pain of passion
Humbled by the sacrifices endured
Snapped sharply as a gust stirred images
Of a county’s growing pains
The trauma of generational gestation

Then she whispered to me
As I shed a tear
Each must become its own
Sharpen its own sword
Stand tall in the fickle winds
Knowing that an idle flag
Will stiffen in defense
Of its right to snap stiffly
In the rising winds of change

I smiled
As I watched her shadow
Dancing with the children
In the park’s playground

I spoke my moving mind

My heart was breathing rapidly
My ears were thrumming silence
Filled with the joy
That came up beside me

I was seeing sounds that spoke
Into my moving mind
It took one glance and told me
That I would never die

Breathing knowledge
Thinking truth
Speaking to the all of you

I sound was rest upon my shoulders
Lifting me to speak louder
I saw the truth float through the air 
And sit down beside you

I knew it then
That I would never die.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Travel is not a right
But a privilege, thus spoke Zarathustra 
In his most late incarnation
Travelling is tied with applying
But it’s more than ridiculous to ask for privileges.
Especially since the answer is known.
Zarathustra's commodity is hate
I'm not tempted to support his drama
Let those who agree to pay
Have the privilege. 
Though, according to Zarathustra's logic
The right to privilege is not legalised
Kneel down, travellers
Someday you'll be pitied
You’ll get the right to buy
The burning date for the bus tour
To the most privilaged holy places
There you may take some selfies
Get the table to eat outside
The same instant meal
That you can have in your hometown  
At half a price
Afterwards you’ll get the AI reminders
Sort of “remember that day?”

WHEN PROPHECY SPOKE

The question hung, a silent weight,
"Is God a truth, or sealed by fate?"
A whispered doubt, a searching gaze,
Lost in life's intricate maze.

Then came a shift, a jarring sound,
As unseen forces spun around.
An election's tide, a nation's sway,
And words that echoed, day by day.

A voice arose, with fervent claim,
Foretelling outcomes, like a burning flame.
Events unfolded, stark and clear,
Dispelling shadows, calming fear.

The prophesied, it came to pass,
A mirror held to time's swift glass.
And in that alignment, strange and deep,
A fragile faith began to leap.

"If futures known can be declared,"
The questioning spirit softly shared,
"Then surely realms beyond our sight,
Hold wisdom, truth, and guiding light."

The prophet's voice, a bridge it seemed,
Between the seen and what was dreamed.
A knowledge whispered, years before,
Opened a newly found belief's door.

So in the unfolding, stark and bold,
A personal story starts to unfold.
The question lingered, now takes flight,
"For how could prophets know what's right?"
And in that wonder, faith takes hold,
A story whispered, to be told.

For This Man I Spoke Out

I spoke out

A yearning calls
But, is it of the heart
Could be a yearning of a selfish pride
A secret to gain self-glory
A trek of agony 
To forge through this life

For the glory of self-satisfaction 
Is a short lived story
Once again with shovel in hand
You dig deep to portray a fictitious facade to begin your story 

And then along comes the day
To face all your truths
To remember all your secrets 
And walk the road you've paved
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I saw this man subdued in chains
A life of ridicule he lived each day
Perhaps, born with a heart of love
But, the world and all it's expectations 
placed him within
a dark crevasse

Be careful Oh people
Of all the words you choose to say
For some people are vulnerable 
And the cost is more than they can pay

Could It be a lonely soul dreaming of a chance
To fit in and find acceptance...
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for the world and all its trickery hands out murmurous words of doubt

Alone and desperate

For this man
I spoke out

When Love Spoke Softly

And in that moment, 
I realized I love him. 
When he spoke of the games he played, 
Or his progress at the gym.
Every word he said sounded so addictive.

The little efforts he made, the things he gifted. 
Everything about him made me question, 
What is this feeling that I get?
To which my heart replied, 
"It's the love you've been seeking forever."

Who Spoke

Who spoke about the trees,
Who spoke of liberty?
Who spoke about bees
When shackles kept men in misery?
Nothing’s sweet in prison,
Nothing’s sweet outside
You have lost sense of direction
When a good friend is still inside.
Man is tied to life
All labour and clock routine
Facing trials, tests and strife
No comfort in between.
Best to do is be happy,
Whistle it all away,
Break the shackles, make it snappy
You’ll enjoy everyday.

When I spoke lies to let the convo go on

Nothing was interesting about me.
We all just want a talk, a fun.

How could I done it different?

Master

Master
spoke before
creation began
Crafting seeds to birth each plan,
Including the universe and little Man.
Walnut seeds sprout trees and embryos sprout you and me 
In our Master’s grand design, He seeded us free will to love or not.
Crafted by the Masters’ Man are ideas which will bless well or serve us ill.
Plant your ideas by the Living Waters and let them grow and thrive
Bless your neighbors as yourself in good soil what you plant
Avoiding seeds of tares and forbidden fruit
That health and joy shall flourish
Body and soul fed
The Master
Well-served.

She Spoke Confidently

Her work colleagues turned into cats immediately
The second she began her speech at five until three
The rest of us had no idea, for we could not see
What she had to do to public speak confidently

She was smiling brightly as she gave her speech
Looking perky and joyful like a fresh coral peach
Colleagues said she is inspired, her speech is alive!
The visualization she had to do helped her survive

Tincouliage 21

Roundtop Gallium arsenite
Silicone
And 
Germanium
Key factors for production!
A world
To see
A world of usage
The Mines for Men
To concour and tame.

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