Voice Poems | Examples of Voice Poetry

Hear God’s shout across the skies, Calling your name - no more surprise. Come Forth! He says, with a rocking voice, Foundations stir, they know His holy voice, Let the miraculous realm arise, A flood of wonder before your eyes. A new unction-oil begins to pour, From heaven’s gate to your troubled soul. It will replace the sigh with song, A shout...

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Some folks say Dylan writes a good song, but it's ruined by an ugly voice. That's an opinion, so can't be wrong, but I wouldn't really go along. Bob's versions are my listening choice. His voice conveys a song's charm and grace, expressing its meaning and feeling, the lyric's essence, his notes do trace with emphasis in just...

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Value people when they have life Strangely, people understand lately Everything is loud and clear, yet blinds Still, people find it challenging, but why? honestly Wait, let’s unpack the fact. Dead people do not speak Neither response is to pick a fight They are calm and quiet Due to which they candlelight Celebrate the opponent's flight Words flow with compassion disguised The love poured out...

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Asleep Awakened by a voice The Deceased one appeared as an image The voice spoke of encouragement Felt a sudden excitement Visualizing and wonder if what was happening all true Thinking I was dreaming and my mind playing tricks It was a friend I truly missed Yet I listened to every spoken word the deceased one was saying Endure and courage being assuring The...

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Words are just a wrapper— Truth lives in the ache, Not in the noise we speak, But in what starts to break. We often make remarks, Wearing their grief like borrowed skin, But fail to touch the fire, That burns beneath within. "I feel alone," we think we hear— "I'm fearful. I'm not okay." We answer, "I'm sorry," Then turn and walk away. But somewhere in the...

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Don't know how I missed it, How I got so complicit, How I overlooked those parts of you. And now I'm in danger, The man I love turned into a stranger, And I'm starting see we've got more problems than a few. Holy F%ck do I feel stupid. How did I even do this? How did I let this...

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At the slightest cry, we rush to give, But what of those whose pain won’t live In vocal words or audible plea? Will you help the one who hides silently? Signs appear—subtle, yet clear— Yet they resist, refuse to hear. Why deny the aid they need? What binds the heart...

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My demons know me, they know where to hurt. They quietly tighten their grip on the soul of the man under my shirt. They think that this evil is something I fear. They think that it’s easy to create and control my tears. But age makes a difference between a boy and a man. Age creates...

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The ground shakes in anticipation A wave of newfound hope sparks the attention Of surrounding people A march dedicated to the right of freedom Each step marks the ground of remembrance A permanent mark that refuses erasure The sound of revolution echoes in every building Voices that demand to be heard Voices that demand reperation Each chant an indictment Each sign...

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Let me see something fine, smiley eyes. Let me hear something nice, words of love. Let me feel something good, smooth caress. ...

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In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice, An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing, A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades. Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence, And souls dance...

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Kill the spark the fire dies Mute one voice and Poets cry Kill the larva kill the host Burn your bridges — post by post (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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Most so called world leaders have been abused.' Than eases the task of making Them of use.' War is always the main ploy The shop window , that can be employed.' The display arranged, to entice.' Never a light On the backdrop of velvety vice.' Its mostly About (freedom and choice) from the medium, With strident voice.' With the marrow of...

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I took a trembling island by the hand— Barefoot children, broken streets, A people shamed by foreign tongues, Their dignity pawned for crumbs of aid. I did not wait for the West to love us. They called me tyrant, Because I silenced the noise That kept my people in chains. They praised democracy— Yet their own hands were stained With centuries of empire and greed. I...

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We poets, writers, misfits of the world like artist or mystics or troubadours use our gifts to give insight to others we offer more pulling back the covers. We did not fit in with most of our peers. When young we were often taunted to tears. We often were quiet in our own zone. And most of the time you’d find...

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