Shining Voice Poems | Examples
These Shining Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Shining. These are the best examples of Voice Shining poems written by international poets.
The Silence Of Your Voice
No new day have I seen since you went away, like trying to empty the oceans with a spoon, tears fall in the hole left so deep in my soul.
Words spoken spin like a vortex never leaving always hurting, promises of a life together fading before it began, friendship never ending but true love was always over the never ending horizon.
Days like today when I wish a line was there, to call you up to ease this troubled mind. Heavens number would be called more than once, like the messages we used share in that time not so long ago.
Memories reach from deep inside, dark as the void between galaxies far away, shining their light but heat never felt, the feeling I wish you could take from me.
Your pictures tease of happy days now long since past, summer times when we were young, help ease the silence of not hearing your voice in the winter as I grow old.
By
Patrick D
I hear the voice of Nigeria,
The silent whispers drill,
From bustling markets to ancient hills.
Those of the Hausas in the north,
With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown.
Those of the Yorubas in the west,
Vibrant in rhythms and richly manifest.
Those of the Igbos in the east,
Resilient in spirit, never to be ceased.
I hear the voice of Nigeria,
The usual, varied carols blend,
A symphony of tongues that transcend.
The strength in diversity,
A tapestry woven, intricate and free.
An entanglement to commitment,
A nation’s heartbeat, truly heaven sent.
The force of a people, strong and true,
One Nigeria, forever shining through.
Keep not her voice—
Let. It. Echo. Free.
Watch her unfold—
Oh, how GREAT she will be.
She will rise to the top—
Shining, smiling, and full of glee.
In hands of the many, power takes flight
From shadows of elites, we welcome the light
Together we rise, our voices unite
This is America’s liberation, shining bright
© daniel miltz
I know what’s true –
I won’t be dissuaded
I have my view
And it can’t be degraded
I won’t allow myself to be
The target of a witch hunt
The sword that cuts,
It cuts both ways
From the time of huts
To the modern day –
I won’t allow myself to be
Branded as a scapegoat
Some things can be seen
With the utmost clarity
Clean must be the screen
That hides humanity
I know what’s right –
It’s my guiding principle
But woe if that light
Were rendered invisible
I couldn’t allow myself to be
Blinded and without clarity
In need of clarity
Give me clarity
Show me clarity
Shining clarity
I only have my voice to spread truth and make a difference
Whether anyone listens or not, I must spread facts that I know
I must keep speaking of what I see, it may plant a seed somewhere
In this garden of a world where flowers bloom and people smile
Nature speaks as well, even when we may not understand the language
But, we often stop to listen and it often gives us pleasure
Now is our time to speak, not be silent; now is our time, to be brave
It is time to reach out to others, while caring for ourselves
Again, while using every inner gift we’ve been granted
When you see the sun rise, know you have another chance
When the sun sets, let it be with contentment for a day well lived
Hold every precious moment and hour like shining gold
Time is precious and never more important than it is now
For there are things you will experience like never before
Weave the moments together into a protective blanket
For you, precious loved ones, neighbors and others
In a life in which we all are living through the same storm
All the while each one of us has the same choice: Good vs. Evil
Heidi Sands
12/30/22
In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay.
Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun
when for a while its beams had gone astray.
Gusts of wind on this Christmas Eve were spun,
blustering and blowing grim clouds away.
'Twas time to celebrate Jesus' birthday.
Christmas morning folks gathered to rejoice.
for the Saviour born to erase sin's stain.
Choirs sang like angels in one ardent voice,
hymns honoring the infant in refrain.
Over God's Kingdom, His Son shall ere reign.
On that Holy Night, when stars were shining,
swaddled in His mother's arms was a child.
The world no more lay in error pining*
for God and sinners would be reconciled
through the Christ child's life so tender and mild.**
December 13, 2022
A Christmas Special Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Lyrics from 'O Holy Night'
**Lyrics from 'Silent Night'
The flicker of light green catches the corner of my eye
From clothing of leaves worn on the trees
With sun shining between the wooded shade
For a moment, I thought a spark of wisdom ignited
To solve life’s problems abound
But, there must be more than one voice
And censorship should not exist
Imagine some high ranking people restricting other’s speech?
Yet it happens in these days!
The wildlife speaks freely, bringing us comfort in songs
Coming from those flickering leaves
Where the breeze moves smoothly along
And I must say, our voice should flow too
Flickering, shining, on every bit of truth
We should never give in to silencing
Leaving us standing like bare trees with nothing to say!
Heidi Sands
6/7/21
Somewhere the sun's shining
Perhaps in your heart
For the sky's gray and complaining
From the very start
Someplace laughter's ringing
Perhaps in your ears
For the streets are deserted
In dread winter's fear
Somehow hope emerges
Could it be from your spirit?
This lone voice calls out to you
I'm so glad you can hear it
January 09, 2019
STRAND SELECT 8, any form, any theme Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Tenar bass and soprano
And all the voices that I know
Sing one song of peace
Voices that never cease
Now the music is fading
Now The sounds are changing
All the notes are blur
Dim.... not the shining star
Relight the dimming embers
Use all; gasoline and timber
And maybe though two voices
With no more room for choices
We will be one sound
Louder.....FOREVER BOUND
What is that sound?
I hear something ethereal and truly perfect
so powerful, it turns deserts into wondrous forests
and disperses thunderstorms with a small ray of sunlight
I come closer to that voice
it's calling out to me
that shining soul with wings of purity
I can finally hear you
your words echo
causing my heart to throb
giving me revelation you are the one,
more amazing than heaven,
and the reason I feel bliss endlessly
Lilac skies,
lives inside my fingers
Forced me to draw
A blue poem
and a red song,
About a man
crying over a river
with a wide long hair,
and a wide deep eyes.
Something was saying;
He's alive,
drifting on the nights,
dancing alone
with girls made of stone!
"Where i can find my beloved?!"
Under a strange city's lights?
over lands I've never been?
beneath my skin?
Or in heaven?!
Days gone,
my eyes lost their way to dream
A voice screaming;
A dream is coming
i see it running.
Angels carried me,
"where I am flying to?!"
"To your Paradise" they said
And kissed me with infinite beauty.
Like a beautiful green crystal
he's shining over their
looking at me,
and his eyes
crying tears i can't see,
whispering words i can't understand.
"What he's saying" i asked
The sea answered;
"He's calling your lost soul"
"Should i believe?" I asked
The sun answered;
" He believes. "
"What should i do?!"
The universe answered;
" Love. "
The Silence and composure,
of a skilled artisans hands.
The blackness of the twilight.
Eager to bemoan the falling sun.
A time of increased lustre.
The moon shining, with grandeur,
Fairer than the twilights spark,
Jealous as ever of the two lovers,
though even poles apart.
Cursed to wait their whole lives,
without glimpsing into the others
eye, they live with peace and dance.
Such is the medley of the night.
A visionary choir of the artisans
hands, and his symphony of the
Nightly Serenity
udit---
Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia
I decided to end my owned dilemma
I looked for a rope to hang my head
But split in two, that old rope left me undead
But that was not enough to stop my will
In our kitchen, a shining blade
But I pause for awhile for the reason
That I might pass out undead
So I then looked for a key
To open the cabinet
Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept
To put into my head that one tiny bullet
Just one shot and for sure I'll be lucky dead
I pulled the trigger it didn't clicked
Then I realized I've never done any
I'm stocked in my lonely room
Chatting with nymphs, those god's so holy
Then I began to chill, facing demon and ghost so scary
My world was full with delusions
I can fight no more this emotion
Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia
How I wished to end my owned dilemma
But how can I?
They don't want me to
I was incarcerated in this empty room
No rope to hang this head
No blade to slash my pulse
No gun to point in my head...
written: July 01, 2014
Can you hear the silent noise in the rhythm of fright?
screeching scratching, in the dead of the night
Ground opens and Zombies groping, looking to feast
Moon shining on blood drenched teeth
Tis just a thought within one’s mind
This is the frightening of the fear inside