Crossed Voice Poems | Examples
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Awakened during the early part of friday morning during the 5 O'Clock hour,
I listened to the sound of what seemed to be the lone single voice
of a female.
This utterance was just outside my fence line within 100 feet of our bedroom window. I must say that this occurance was unusual; the voice was loud; and the utterance was incoherent to me. I listened for a spell but only heard incoherent words. I think she was speaking to non other than herself, because her voice was the only one I heard. Moreover, I also think not that it was a message from God for me, because God always makes Himself clear through means and languages that we understand.
Anyway, She abrupthly ceased speaking after a minute or two and moved on. I then quickly forgot it happened and fell back to sleep. It is now 446 in the afternoon, and 'the voice event' had not crossed my mind until now as I uttered a peaceful prayer on her behalf.
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We scream our truth
without a voice
It is in our cheeks
as they pulse in and out
while we are trying to compose our anger
so we do not hurt ourselves or others
We scream our truth
without words
It is in our eyes
when we see injustice
and we want to run and save
but we know it is not our place,
and we might do more damage than good
We scream our thoughts
in our eyes
Without making a sound
When we see the bullies
getting away with things we never thought they could
Rising through the ranks, becoming our children's heroes
Our arms are crossed and our feet are stamping mad.
I’ll create my own reality,
in spite of what you say
A distant voice you fear the most,
—the hunter not the prey
You wish for something then hope it’s true,
and wait with fingers crossed
To dump your emptiness upon my soul,
—your heart defiled and lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
I walked with the Aura of confidence
like it wasn't pretend
Shoulders back
Chin up
as each leg would extend
Contemplating the kind of message
I wanted to send
A fair bit short of handsome
Yet was impeccably dressed
Would anyone be convinced?
I hoped they'd be impressed
Up to the podium
Ready for my speech
The microphone crackled
My voice came out as a screech
More than a bit embarrassed
I was redder than a peach
I sat and cleared my throat
Adjusted the glasses on my nose
Picked up where I left off
as I crossed all of my toes
The crowd started to encourage me
As to my feet I finally rose
Soon I had forgotten
Moments earlier I had froze
So if you ever find yourself
in such an awkward place
Take all the time you need
it's a speech, it's not a race
The audience wants to help you
Those who have done it know your pain
If they together encourage you
You'll be able to do it again
With more practice comes confidence
In the end it won't be pretend
You are the one and only you
With a special message to extend.
Water;
Everywhere, yet
barely there.
I thought I was going to fall
into—
through—
this cold emptiness.
Submerged,
suffocated
and no one would notice.
So I clung on
to the edge of the pool.
My mother told me to let go,
I told me to let go.
Sinking,
a sinking feeling,
suspended in a lonely place,
bounded by these fragile walls so
easily crossed over.
My vision went blurry,
all I could see was my fingers
still clinging on.