Dark Voice Poems

Voices rush towards me all at once,
Which I've been contemplating about since months.
It's the frozen heart of mine, 
Which stops the other half of me...

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You love to chase the old cow,
and make the kitten go meow,
I have put you in your place,
now no one left to chase.
I got you~let...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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To the social worker, fierce and bold, a shield against the night,
Who fights for children, lost and cold, yet may not see the foster system's...

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The reality
of mortality

Can be very stark
when the clouds are dark

Let the world including myself rejoice
When the time comes to no longer hear my voice

The worst...

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(All). We are the voice of the children, here to educate and lament about all the pain, joy, and anxiety and fear we carry as...

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The black cloud

Sounding like a herd of buffalo rampaging through a valley.  
In its...
!
. 
deep... DARK, 

trembling tenor voice...
 
It spoke- 

Thunder!...

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Look and laugh,
Rip them in half,
Break them down.

Agony tastes good,
It's all misunderstood,
Do it all again.

Texting to rant,
Listen to them pant,
A spreading frown.

Tease and taunt,
Chuckle and...

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Quote By Poet "The pen is the tongue for many writers."

Welcome to the new twenty-four,
I am laughing on the floor.
Pen you need to change,
tongue you...

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Unanimous, one voice

The depth of the night
As dark as she may be
Why have fear to say
Must shall they see!

Turbid shall be the flow
Enormity be it...

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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...

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This is how, in the dry lands of printed words
we stir light in a crucible of swirling doubts.
Blindly we speak for the unknowable,
our lips shut...

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Echoed in the embrace of autumn’s wind,
Gentling whispers, sighing 
Breathing prayers who consume guarded
Flames from yesterday’s shadows

Considered by the trembling branches,
Tugging against the gusts,
Laughing into...

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The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid

Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns
trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged...

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My owner Jon has bought a bright new shovel
But keeps me in this corner of the barn.
I’m very glad to be here by my lonesome,
no...

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