Voice Poems | Examples of Voice Poetry

In my black or orange voice, love blossoms, Like in a film, among giraffes, in a world of dreams and thrills, The death of giraffes becomes tender in the tenderness of feeling, Women-tenors sing an eternal melody, knowing its secret. The others, lost in the rhythm of meanings and shapes, find their way, Making love in convulsions among giraffes, like...

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It's not about tone Its about policing of voice It's not about the sound we make It's the words echoing through them They don't fear us being seen They fear us being heard That we will hypnotise the masses with our words They know their biggest threat is the power of our voice It's why they wield silence as a weapon It's why...

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Deep in to the shivering waves of mood, have just met the other me, through hundreds of inner layers, unbeknown to myself they swarmed like thousands of prayers. A lifetime of constant spirited battle where tumultuous emotions can not be settled. All those other exhibited faces that have me defined, yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined. Now, my...

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Lost in the Woods Strolling in the midst...

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sitting quietly, I begin breathing softly in and out listening to my heartbeat I calmly wait for the voice within ...

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Come on big men of the world You that owe the power You have already had much money To move on soldiers You have already had much gold To feel stronger You have already had luxury palaces To live comfortably safer in And fields, ground, soil, trees, Rivers, lakes and seas. You have taken in everything your eyes can see to the horizon. But do you...

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I try to write of tulip skies, but my pen finds the shadows first. I want to speak of beauty, but my tongue can’t carry the weight… -dishonest- I try to sing of lilac air, but every note becomes a bruise, a wound that pretty things can’t use. The air becomes… -suffocating- The easy things… finding laughter in wind chimes, they...

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My reflection is a stranger’s mirror, blurred and shifting. Maybe she’s someone I used to know, or a shadow of who I’m slowly becoming. A ghost caught between past and future. Uncontrollable, like a storm rising without warning. Unrecognizable, as if seen through cracked glass. Angry flames flicker behind tired eyes, broken fragments scattered across a fragile soul, fearful whispers echoing in...

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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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