Inspirational Voice Poems

Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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There, my home 
There, where good never comes within bull's roar of eer
There, where penurious rule the penury 
There, my home 
Where hazy are hopes...

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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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One can speech,
one can preach,
one can holler
and screech -- 

But only love
can teach.......

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sat a toad by a pond
pondering
of some words 
words of wonder
wondering
then he croaked them
gave his voice
voicing 
and looking up 
saw an audience
rejoicing

and the animals
with a...

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Echoes of Resilience: A Girl's Journey to Voice


In the shadows, I stand, with a voice unheard,
Softness met with silence, my cries deferred.
Love brimming within, yet...

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Echo in the void

Silence reigns in a vast expanse
All in vain a lone voice of chance
Echoes rippling like water in space
No one there to hear...

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allow me to introduce to you
a dear friend
may I present The Green Man
we once shared a goblet of mead
inside the head of a nobleman
sometime in...

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Ear buds in, texting fingers
Shuffling feet, eyes locked on the glow
Wisdom is screaming, the sound lingers
Seeking my attention, but I do not know

I knew not...

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poets, the evergreens, 
their poems, the word
gospels that didn't make
the big book like
birds on overhead wires
accidentally perched 
in the sequence of a
Beethoven symphony
but those words...

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Written 2 January 2024
Submitted to No. 1272 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand


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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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Behind these clenched jaws
and dagger-in-the-heart smiles
I have a voice

Behind the silent soft eyes
and lingering sadness in my being
I have a voice

Behind my pen that scribbles...

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she wants to make herself heard
but the busy sun has walked his estate
tending to matters, some urgent, some free
a new dawn, she sings again to...

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The voice of history shall speak again,
From the depths of time, it shall ascend.
A whisper on the wind, a tale untold,
Of lessons learned, of stories...

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