Death Voice Poems | Examples
These Death Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Death. These are the best examples of Voice Death poems written by international poets.
Enough death enough destruction..Are Isreali's considering ( going nuclear?)
With American troops in that area.' What
Type of ally would go to that depth.?
Not to mention all the Arab peoples some
Of whom have accepted Jesus.'
Enough..End the war, save yourselves and
The world, all this evil.' Turn away I pray.)
Death formed my poetic voice,
writing pain lets me rejoice,
healing comes in pouring ink,
words flow with no need to think.
So, I became a poet,
God touched me to bestow it,
and my pain falls from this pen.
to be rewarded with Zen.
Dylan’s Voice: An Assay
Bob’s voice is like fingernails
scratching a chalk board
but his voice fits his music
his voice is found in his words
life disguised in poetry
his themes of protest, love, life, death
created images carefully crafted
other singers and bands have been so
captivated by his voice they have covered
and copied its style and message
even the committee in Oslo, Norway paid
tribute to his voice with the Nobel Prize
in literature
Bob’s voice will carry on long after
his physical presence has departed
each new generation will emulate
what his voice started
too many choices
whispered voices
nagging doubts
indecision sprouts
anxiety flips
paralysis grips
nervous breakdown
brain shuts down
lowered into the ground
world yet goes ‘round
There was a D.J. at a club where I
would go some weekend nights and dance till late.
Not gorgeous, but an entertaining guy,
he called me up and asked me on a date.
It took me by surprise. I thought why not?
Something inside me did not feel right though,
My inner voice told me perhaps I ought
to just stay home. Doubt grew. I dared not go.
A few days later, on the news I heard
that guy who’d called me was the suspect in
a murder that had recently occurred.
To think that with that man I could have been
and stabbed to death like his victim was!
Heed your inner voice if it gives you pause.
Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
Her voice resonates
Strongly in my delighted ear;
My soul smiles -
As if she'd not died years ago
And been shut away in a wall ...
Cats are an intriguing tribe.
They celebrate making the choice.
When you hear them, you catch the vibe
at the height of their Heaviside voice.
With lively reveling, they rejoice!
Cats are known for meditation
that mere humans can only surmise.
They devote much contemplation,
being both cunning and wise,
in choosing the one to die and arise.
So when you hear the bawl at night
do not rage or enter a snit.
It is this night they delight
in debating the worth of kith and kit
and contend themselves befit.
Humans contemplate immortality
in somber, immutable terms.
Cats view transition as formality
for it is death that life affirms
and only life that death confirms.
Oh! God it's an emergency Flatline~~~~~~~~vvvvvvvv~~~~~~~~~~~_----------__________________________________________________________________________
Oh! God father did this one from out of my heart words and thoughts not like you cussing condemnations bitterness warring deploying sinful life words that come out they should represent you through and through
God remove those ties That bind me let out the overflow of my heart speak nothing but love and life
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
St Matthews 12:34
Will liberty ring out again
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory
is respect just a word
spoken,but never heard
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when when will ego bend the knee
the victim is not me
my friend my friend it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly woke sounds our culture's death knell.
| Year Posted 2010
Close contact, contagious, critical care
Opinions divided, gasping for air.
Virus, mutations vaccination your choice
Infections spread like a conspiracist voice.
Death of many, after effects can be long
.....Whatever your views covid doesn't belong.
29.07.21
Coronavirus (COVID-19) Poetry Contest
Sponser - Robert James Liguori
Entered - 30.12.21
why did he lay dead
no voice to say, dead in head,
faked an AI voice instead
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Anthony Bourdain documentary 'RoadRunner' sparks backlash for using AI to fake voice..... " effectively bring his voice back to life".
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I
hear now
in twilight hour
on the last wind afloat
far away sound, as the bell tolls,
ringing the luring voice of someone’s call,
I perceive within the soul say,
it’s for
me.
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June 26, 2021
Contest : Ring My Bell
Sponsor : John Anderson
Why do we listen --more--
--after-- someone's death?
aren't their words as worthy
--before-- their last breath?
you struggle to breathe
when dragged back to our realm
your murmur best freed
under loving angel’s sweeping wing
words you utter
still resonate in the night
whisper to my ear
i gasp how i miss you
hello goodbye hello goodbye
each night circling in flight
sweet echo of your playful sigh
i love you you’re beautiful ~
that rhythmic mantra I know to be illusional
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 30, 2021 for contest WRITING PROMPT - BREATHE sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 3RD