Him Voice Poems | Examples
These Him Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Him. These are the best examples of Voice Him poems written by international poets.
Hear God’s shout across the skies,
Calling your name - no more surprise.
Come Forth! He says, with a rocking voice,
Foundations stir, they know His holy voice,
Let the miraculous realm arise,
A flood of wonder before your eyes.
A new unction-oil begins to pour,
From heaven’s gate to your troubled soul.
It will replace the sigh with song,
A shout of praise where hearts belong.
Speak His Name - Jesus, Jesus,
Healing flows, it never leaves us.
Don’t wait until the war is done,
Shout now, the victory’s won!
Lift your voice, let triumph ring,
Even as saints and angels sing.
Come to the Table, take your place,
There’s full provision, boundless grace.
For all we need, so rest in Him and go,
Peace is found in Him - we’re made to glow.
So keep on worshipping, don’t cease,
Till high places fall, and hearts find peace.
A boy walks slow through halls of glass,
His shadow flickers, thin as grass.
Each step a secret, each breath a theft,
Of hunger’s war and weightless heft.
They whisper when they think he’s gone,
“Is he okay? He looks withdrawn.”
But laughter fades when backs are turned,
And eyes like his are never learned.
His plate remains a battlefield—
Each bite a blade, each meal unsealed.
He counts the crumbs like ticking clocks,
His ribs a cage, his soul in locks.
Inside, a storm no one can see,
A gut that groans in mutiny.
IBS, a cruel refrain,
Twisting joy into quiet pain.
His friends? Just echoes in disguise,
With hollow jokes and plastic eyes.
They smile sharp, then look away—
He’s present, but he’s not okay.
They call him “buddy,” slap his back,
Then laugh the moment that he cracks.
Lonely, yet he's never alone,
A ghost among his flesh and bone.
He’s drained—of hope, of strength, of care,
A paper boy in poisoned air.
Yet no one sees what’s underneath,
The brittle scream behind his teeth.
And so he walks, a whispered name,
Fading into his hollow frame.
Each day a mask, each night a sea,
Of pain no soul will ever see.
Russell Brand, is in the hour.' God has changed this man.'
The Spirit Holy..' Much more than humans see.' Will hold
Him.' And guide him, just pray and try to understand.? Even
All against God." Give Glory to the Lord..As His time draws
Near.! Repent or His judgement, will be most severe!!
I met a homeless man whose name
I don't recall, but he had what sounds like
A million dollar voice.
I met Cal who said he was an electrician
which is not a career requiring great voice quality;
But he had a million dollar voice.
Tim used to own a swimming pool business.
He was homeless when I met him.
But he had a million dollar voice.
I thought such a voice would bring greater success.
So, I have often longed for a voice more like theirs;
One with a little more base and a little less tenor;
One that quickly commands attention when spoken.
God chose not to give me such an authoritative voice.
But I have not declined to use the voice God gave to me.
Anyway, at the end of the day,
It's not about the tenor or the base.
It's about what the voice actually said.
Sour mouth breathes life into words like empty husks
Angry eyes beat the object of my obsession until he turns away
Asks, “If I'm ok?”
“I'm fine.”
leaning towards him as my eyes glare
bodies twisted in my mind
She has no hate in her eyes
I watch you move towards her
You can't see me through the hollow boundaries I've created
Angry eyes keep away any threat of getting hurt
Passing glimpses hold me together
Your eyes make the jagged edge go deeper
I feel ripped apart when you look away
So I can't be with you
I can't be without you
I don't know where to go
I'm sorry
My hellish love
I'm not angry with you
But at myself
For not being someone you love
A father calls about the grand hall for his daughters.
His premonitions serve him well, as Ana answers in due time.
He tells her to tell her sisters that they are going to
England, to visit their cousins. King George V found them
to be pompous, a decision he'll later regret.
WWI was spreading talks before they returned home.
King George V of Great Britain and Tsar Nicholas II of
Russia himself were on one hand, and Kaiser Wilhelm II
of Germany on the other – were first cousins? Their
grandmother was Queen Victoria.
All suffered great losses, but the Romanoff's suffered the
most. They lost their crowns and were imprisoned for a
long time. Later, they were led to a basement of chairs,
as they closed the door. Bolsheviks burst in, and after a
small speech, Ana held the older sister Olga as they fired
their pistol into the Romanoff's family and their doctor.
Still I don't know,
Thou am not trying to figure out how to fix a heart,
Nor break it,
I just need to know,
Where I had lost my humanity,
In a realm where I never thought I'd float,
In the embrace , I thought my whole world was within my grasp.
That moment when I couldn't resist your presence,
And I would think you feel the same,
I would stand in the room so still,
Sometimes, so wordless
Sometimes, as if it was my greatest betrayal of myself,
Sticking you into my mind,
I could tell you weren't into me,
Yet I had courage to hold on for more, and more days
It's something I can't quite pinpoint,
The void of echoes in my room,
Where paint and silence weave your name,
An echo in the midnight of my thoughts.
Am trying to get out of it,
but am sinking deeper,
Why do I have to try to get out of something that was never real my whole life,
I'll wait in the shadows,
Knowing that sometimes,
Half is enough.
Maybe not all tales need an ending.
#pett.E.I
In the midst of a desert
a voice cries out
Woe to him who snubs
a hungry hand held out
On a crowded subway platform
a different voice rings true
Hand over your wallet, sir
~ If you value your life, you do
I saw him
Well, I actually heard him
Shouting
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He waved his papers proudly
Temptingly reciting snippets
Spidery webs
Inviting the unsuspecting
To slow down
To listen
A few passersby gathered
Chuckling at the idea
Unaware
They had succumbed
Altered their paths
Stood
Motionless
Mouths a-gape
Mesmerized
Ensnared
In the gossamer tones
Of poetic
Reverberation
it was the shock
of how suddenly
it dawned on me
how it was obvious
i could hear it
it was quite noticeable
there was no hiding it
there was something
different in my voice
an irrepressible sparkle
and that's when i knew
i knew they too would know
but him, he'd be destined
to be the last to find out
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He ministers to his congregation
the lame, the numb and the broken
On random street corners they gather
To watch him perform, they’d rather –
Than rattle their cup for a quarter
or beg for a measly thin dime
‘Cos when he growls at a suit and scares him
they all howl ~ forget their troubles for a time
The ambiance of her soft smile was felt
by everyone as she walked in the room,
and somewhere deep within his mind there dwelt
warm thoughts of April meadows lush with bloom
as air was sweet with scent of her perfume.
The ambiance he felt with her soft touch
caused thoughts to stir so deep within his mind;
the possibilities of love and such,
and all the tender dreams he longed to find,
he felt as heaven’s bodies seemed aligned.
The ambiance he heard in her soft voice
as whispered words so gently touched his soul,
for him it seemed there was no other choice.
The feelings felt with nature’s soft cajole
and deep within then nature took control.
The ambiance of love within her heart
he felt with every subtle move she made,
revealing her desires right from the start;
and deep within he knew her thoughts conveyed,
they soon would share a lover’s promenade.
May 11, 2024
I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Just to hear his voice made him seem so hot to me. Dark manly voice and well spoken, surely my heart would not end up broken?
He was suddenly right in front of the restarant table, surely he would be able to give me something ore than just his voice to go on pretty soon. Maby we would end up in a distant future in our honey moon. He startet to speak again and then I did not recognice his voice!
It must have been some other person in the resturant that made me fell in love with only ther voice? Well, the date went grate, must have beenfate. We soon married and had a child.
My husband had a friend come over one day we were going out to eat. That's when I felt defeat, I suddenly heard that voice again!
It was my husands best friend who came to babysit for us. Ohhh, the irony that he still gave me shaking in my knees and butterflies in my belly. Oh god, I wish I had not turned aroud to see that his best friend was just a dark voiced woman! That was the weirdest thing ever, I asure I did not feel rather clever...
upon meditation when outside
suggested happenings it knew I
would not like, sun-filled spring
afternoons piled up like books
stacked upon books, teetering,
then after attempts, the room
went nowhere, but, I may not
have done – her voice shouted
it both drew me in to another
world yet threw me back to the
one I had just left . . it was the
briefest of journeys, it was the
furthest of journeys when that
afternoon introduced Nicorates
to me; she who cried out this
name cried out no more while
I was left alone with Nicorates
our fleeting glance . . lingering
In your mesmerizing voice, I find my peace,
A treat for my ears that brings sweet release.
Speak my name, let it resonate like a song,
You've gifted me feelings, where I truly belong.
With words so vivid, in their harmonious sound,
They tranquilize my heart, love tightly wound.
Echo them once more, let butterflies take flight,
End my silent suffering with your words of light.
There's so much left unsaid, emotions run deep,
Yet, sometimes silence conveys more than we speak.
Whispers of you, like a gentle breeze, so clear,
Take my breath away, let your presence draw near.
Play my favorite music, the one I desire the most,
I yearn for its soothing notes, the memories they host.
Grant me the sounds that bring solace to my soul,
I crave them like a treasure, making me feel whole.
In your voice and the music's soft embrace,
I find the serenity, love, and grace.
This symphony of emotions, a treasure I boast,
In this realm of sound, my heart is engrossed."