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.
The glimmering streets that burned dreams
I can’t grasp its greedy shade
The creep, the rage, and the imbibing crowd
Where do they sleep?
Mist thirsting upon bare and decency
And I refuse to stride with the walls of shame
Where is the promontory beyond this city?
An ecstatic land blowing warm pleasure
Where beneath is a pile of beautiful sunstone
Refracting the translucence of abundance and ebullience
Somewhat hues of the golden hour
Besides its spangled appearance
The independence of my mind
Where water whirls the echt-hands I chase
And love itself shall crash sweetly
Beyond the salty encounters I mourned
And the hymn of the birds
Would bewitch my barely living soul
O' The selfish world!
Give me freedom
I want to explore
Your glittering decays.
O'The selfish world!
Open my eyes
And let me to be in depth
What's all around me!
O'The selfish world!
Behold, and listen my voice
Ov'r clouds || I want to walk
In the ocean || I want to drone
From the nectar paths; I want to pass
I want to catch,the shinning nebula
I want to touch,the Aurion shades.
O' the selfish world!
Your land is very vast,
And here, I want to be a cast.
The twilight appears in dark
And the stars give me spark.
My voices seem mum
But cannot ever dump
So; Behold and listen my voice.
O' The selfish world!
Give me freedom
I want to explore
Your glittering decays.
O'The selfish world!
Open my eyes
And let me to be in depth
What's all around me!
O'The selfish world!
Behold, and listen my voice
Ov'r clouds || I want to walk
In the ocean || I want to drone
From the nectar paths; I want to pass
I want to catch,the shinning nebula
I want to touch,the Aurion shades.
O' the selfish world!
Your land is very vast,
And here, I want to be a cast.
The twilight appears in dark
And the stars give me spark.
My voices seem mum
But cannot ever dump
So; Behold and listen my voice.
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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 won’t stay still for me.
They slip through the ink,
as it’s written upon the lines.
The page rejects the grace,
of summer’s touch on a freckled face.
It calls instead for broken hearts and scars,
For bruised-up dreams behind prison bars.
I leave the pretty things
to someone else—
and write what stays
when pretty things fade away.
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.
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 no pleace if we choose peace
One voice doesn't mean we have one order
Individually, we can all share a united dream
Cost to us all is we leave behind land of hope
Earth needs our help and all our protections
Flowing across the page
Everything comes to me at once
The colors dance upon the paper
Like a performance on a stage
A dance of colors
Swirling in every direction
Jumping and turning
Just like a little dancer
I am voiceless
If I had words
Would they be even more beautiful?
More beautiful than my words without sound?
A question I have no answer to
So I just let the colors dance
Spinning and turning
They go round and round
It's such a colorful display
Colors flowing across the page
The colors dance upon the paper
The only one in the audience is me
Watching as it becomes alive
My eyes grow wide
It makes me want to sing a sweet symphony
Aiming for the stars
Had to chip away at stone
Looking at how far I've grown
Like a blooming garden
The sun shines the brightest
And the flowers will start dancing
Twirling in my finger
It sparks a tiny flame
Growing larger
And brighter
As they take their final bow
We're poetic wraiths,
Poets' souls in motion, bards,
Brainiacs, our muse,
Singing around our planet,
Nature, Love's dreams, far beyond.....
If I could talk, what would I say
Would I use my words in a major way
Will the world listen to my aggressive voice
Or would they walk away and leave me with remorse
Don't tell me the answer, just leave me lonely
My heart can't take another person being phony
So just leave me out here on the ocean shore
To talk to the only person who loves me more
It's not the air but the shadow of my mind
That blocks the sun when it's trying to shine
So I'm going to speak my words from negative to positive
Influencing myself to think clearly more often
I'm going from a doubt of fear to believing in myself
Start talking with aggression to everyone else
No more being self-conscious and talking in silence
My voice is now going to be heard no more being quite
I know when I speak, I'm going to be a force to be reckoned with
No more being in the background. I'm making an emotional shift
I'm taking over the world until death silence me
So everyone be aware my voice is going to be a masterpiece!!!
Keep not her voice—
Let. It. Echo. Free.
Watch her unfold—
Oh, how GREAT she will be.
She will rise to the top—
Shining, smiling, and full of glee.
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
Tongue tied
Insecure.....
Measuring moments
To unfurl
Of beauty
Or of pain
Facing the truth
I must refrain
Remembering what I wrote
all the secret little love notes
Precarious and bold
Of inner feelings
I must hold
Lost within my mind
Hoping
Upon your arrival
I will find
A simple word
Of love and truth
For now
I sit subdued
Alone I sing
Lost in a dream...
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 . . .