Voice Poems | Examples of Voice Poetry

Will you join your voice as one with our voices Every nation is crying out for a new direction Across every language speaking in unison Race against the destruction before its late Every moment, it is becoming more precious Together with our voices together, they'll hear How we're are tired of the government' choice Eradicating our hope for future generations Violence has...

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I dont blame her for how she chose to survive It was never really her choice It was a forced setup A gun forced into our hand To absolve them of guilt But they guide our hands On to the trigger And coax us into pulling it But was it really suicide When the world forced...

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My life has ups and downs Sometimes happy, sad, and angry But in the end will have forgiveness As we are all made by Father in Heaven This is my story, this is my life A person who is silent But will be here by your side To give the best of mine...

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I spoke in glass, so fine, so thin each word a thread of fragile sound. You touched me once, and cracked within the walls I'd built to stand my ground. You smiled like spring-like sudden thaw and I, all frost, began to break. You carved your name inside my flaw and called it love for memory's sake. You said my silence made you...

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I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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I speak yet no one hears I have a voice yet I am silenced In the chaos no one cares Eyes to see yet blinded Ears to hear yet no one hears Minds are programmed to ignore Hearts hardened No one feels I feel so alone In a world filled with people People too afraid to allow themselves to think To feel To...

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The ink returns—not to defend, nor chase the ghosts I used to fend. Not to explain the aching past, but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last. It does not rise with pointed proof, nor beg for silence turned to truth. It flows because the heart now dares to speak in lines what once hid there. Where words once cost too much to say, a...

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To be black Is to live life freely Despite being trapped in a cage without a key Ignoring the hate from society As their bodies radiate envy Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity And taking our lives violently To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity To be black Is to find beauty in the...

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See the world around yourself, See the people around you— The scary face of people, The crying face of children. They are scared, lonely, and sad. They fear the world. See the fearless around the world. The mothers are crying with children in their hands, Praying for their children’s life, While others are praying for their children’s future To be bright. People say, “This is the...

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We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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Today I have no counsel. No mouthpiece carved from conscience, no briefcase of softened truths, no evidence to prove innocence. Just me— the accused, standing in the ribcage of a collapsing courtroom, where the gavel echoes like a gunshot in a cathedral. But I will speak in a voice stitched from landfill smoke and the static of forgotten warnings. Because this is about honour....

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She was the rain He was the thunder And together they were an unstoppable storm Both activists in their own form Both doing what they were made for A duo who held a power that could destroy A system Meant only to break them Built to control them Her voice was fire Loud and unforgiving His mind was like...

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i'm listening to recording number 5. it's my own fault for digging where the dust didn’t settle, i heard my voice cracking through static, saying “ok go,” and you you come on like the end credits of a bad film, talking about fate and fools, last goodbyes that grow on trees in some cemetery of could’ve beens. i'm listening to recording number 5 five...

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