Beautiful Voice Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Voice Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
If it’s possible, angel baby
Take me to a green side of planet
Let me hear the ocean wailing
Telling beautiful lies, I’ll share it
Now it’s getting a bit too tough
Bit too anxious, bit too uncertain
I keep sending my words of love
Hope they barely flap that curtain
If it’s possible, let her know
That I play her messages daily
At late night, when it’s time to go
So our time is still saved from fading
But if it’s not possible, then
What would be next, don’t tell
There’s no point to repeat again
What I know myself bit too well.
While I hide in the shadows
I tell you “Your scars are beautiful” yet
I wear the last name SCHNADELBACH like an old ugly scar around my neck
You tell me don’t write anything using that name
So, I hide my work, the very identity of who I am.
I go to church,
yet they tell me that I am out of alignment, to make a choice,
So, I did
I walked away from man’ religious laws.
Then I am asked “why are you hiding?”
It seems like the very moment I stick my head up
I get kicked to the curb.
But God does not live in their alignment.
He is here, in the dust on the pavement,
Holding the pen they tried to break.
They see an ugly scar;
I see the skin, the face, the heart that healed.
I will stop hiding.
My name is a story, and it is time I write the ending.
Dampened fingers
swirl around your ring
a beautiful angelic voice
softens hearts tears flow free
the soul refreshed
Give us the pain,
the hunger,
the lust.
You judge
our vivid emotions
with straight bitterness
and angst.
In the veiled,
shy gloom
where we sit,
preaching
our wisdom—
a work of art,
a craft.
We speak
with universal themes,
battles
with self-esteem.
You judge
our self-worth,
rejecting
our executed potential
with your childish sarcasm.
Immovable blackness—
anger
and resentment.
The unfairness
of life.
Are we
deficient?
Our beautiful images,
our overzealous light—
our sacrifices,
devoured
and discarded.
Let us hear your poem voice
Let us hear your words of choice
Speak to us through poetry
Write your voice so we can see
Show the world what your made of
Write with heart 'bout things you love
Beautiful words you may write
Can make someone's...day be bright!
Pray your voice sings Hymns
Some may say,
it's a beautiful day
Did you talk to Our Father today
Pray prayers your way
of talking just to Him
Pray your voice sings Hymns
2/3/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Pointed at his heart
Ready for its start
Pointed at her eyes
Where a future lies
Pointed at her hand
For what he had planned
Offered the ring
Diamond, sparkling
So proclaiming his love
Before the gods above
Traced her tear
Not of fear
But of joy and elation
Upon a new foundation
A new life to spend together
In sunshine
And stormy weather
Just Walking hand in hand
Upon laping beaches;
Their toes crushing the sand
Sunken moons
Blissful noons
Sounds of their childrens' laughter
The Ivy adorned rafter
The glowing hearth fire
Seeing life entire
How like a dream
It could all seem
But when he looks at her
Knowing no dream better
Than her beautiful smile
.
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hern
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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 the right place,
and so, I find Bob's voice appealing.
Still as the moonless night, settling on the hills
reflecting dawn’s gentle light, softly flowing
rustling sighs, music bursting forth, happy thrills
beneath rushing winds, gentling dreams, mind-blowing
breath of autumn paints the skies in healing hues
perfect leaves falling from trees who’ve stopped growing
whilst summer whispers to the moon, purple muse
soft prayers portray the twilight’s famous stay
though the blessings of nature may sometimes bruise
laughing rivers wash away morsels of clay
reminding souls to listen to hope’s warm voice
these mountains are so loyal, they’ll not betray
grace has silenced all our fears, given a choice
when all is said and done, we need to rejoice
Call me anytime you'd like
I love to hear your voice
I cannot get enough of it
My heart starts to rejoice
When on my screen your name comes up
I pause all that I do
To talk and picture in my mind
The face it belongs to
When an angel sings the world stops, and listens
A soul released, and sang without any conditions
Tears flow, and minds, are heavenly transitioned
Where we’re all blessed, by this angels’ rendition
To bring some inner solace, to all these who hear
To pluck at our hearts, as remind us what is dear
That a heaven does exist and a peace can prevail
If only found for a moment, in the trials we entail
A celestial voice can only lift when an angel sings
Opening our eyes, to the beauty, within all things
Bring peace and calmness within all of our hearts
Sharing a love that inside of us all that it imparts
When an angel sings . . .
When an angel sings . . .
When an angel sings . . .
Softly sighing, cerulean skies melt over a trail of endings.
Lost in last night’s laughing leaves, silent reflections, memories trembling.
Echoing along shadows, laughing quietly as past photographs.
Rich burgundy and auburn, pierce the silence with their tender sadness.
Special lights blaze into melancholic history of September.
Burning the worn luster from stardust, aching peace surrounds each dark tree.
Illuminating the sound of hope, autumn grows a still harvest moon.
Enchanting the sunset skies, glorious sparks of sweet grace fall bravely.
Wonders from autumn’s naked oaks believe the wind’s kiss will still abide.
Serenity lifts the darkness, erasing shadows of doubt from dusk.
A free voice, (is coming out) breaking chains falling
There's a mighty shout.! Despite the deadners and
Burned out )folk( there is hope in its scripting drawn
From reality (no jokes) no exploding cigars well you
Know what I mean.'' No filth getting cheered, yet there
Is the 'obscene' that crawl and plan? and live a lie that
Raise their ego, as some innocence dies.. Can you
Face reality ? If you can; spare a look.? Unleash your
Potential if you do, things will cook' a recipe for better
Just needs a hand, order a copy, help some survivors
Stand..' Cheer some hero's it can be done' then take time
With your kids, make them feel number one.!