Voiceless Poems - Poems about Voiceless

A poet with words that never sway, His heart was full, his mind a stream, Yet silence cloaked his dreamlike gleam. Oh, the voiceless poet, under the moon, Crafting verses like a lonesome tune, He sat by the brook with a pen in hand, Sketching starlight on the golden sand. The villagers spoke of his absent song, Whispers and tales, they wandered along, "Why...

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How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea? I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide— swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise he rides a white steed in petulant power with the moon I am the passive strand...

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There is a transformation taking place where the human condition is now lacking In complete understanding we hunger and thirst for righteousness to take proper shape these words internally ring a bell Why are you persecuting me knowing the difference between wise and foolish between hot and cold opinionated reactions those responding with hate attack...

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We weren't always dolls Before the dolls - flesh was RAW and torn Before we were dolls we could rip open our skin and bare it to the world and when a little girl peered inside everything was new and unseen but flesh got harder to dig into and tear and stretch over a canvas and all the little girls grew impatient for it had been a...

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When others speak in hushed tones, behind closed doors, my voice rises for the voiceless. My heart only knows to advocate, to persuade, to fight for the cause. ...

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In a world where rights Slumber Justice withers like a deserted flower The Voiceless voices out of no voice A silent scream of Murmur that awakens. From the Comfort of Silence Dreams Re-Awake in defiance of the prevailing mandate The old guard will soon surrender to dawn The Voiceless voice, a force to be reckoned with. Written by Joel Adi Yohanna...

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Sulamani P. Dukuly: I wake up every morning seeing things going wrong I want to speak but I am voiceless I always wish to help and put Mama Liberia first but yet am still voiceless I lived in a country where citizens are disenchanted daily but can't speak because they are voiceless. I grew up in a place...

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In the grey shadow of voiceless days, I, a dreamer laborer, a faceless specter, Under the silent vault that never opens its eyes, I weave my destiny in threads of black linen, hidden in the night. With arms that bear the weight of worlds, I build walls, I lose myself...

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Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals. My chair can get closer from the side, but the view isn't as accessible. If I could only get well, I can do those things. I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings. Is...

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Splattering dried soil upon my face Lying on that bed for a space Space for stars, rainbows, and the moon I plunged my eyes; the sky took me into a room An inch of fumes and smoke filled my lungs Drown in how they pierced their fangs Space by space, acre by acre—work as a...

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When speaking loudly , the voice does not reach its destinations, accept ... it is a voiceless. Quote by poet Africa voiceless, Where some decisions of the world are taken None of African countries participate. Why?  none of them has " Droit de Veto " in UN security council. It had been decades when Africans...

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"While many are silenced by authority, some are voiceless as they have no courage to protest. But some prefer voicelessness for convenience sake which is a graver offence" ~ By Poet In a world of much noise and cacophony Some are fated to remain voiceless, Due to reasons forced or voluntary. Raising no protest, they yield to their...

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It's just a poem Oft I write about heartbroken, When I haven't gone through one. How luxury and beautiful love could be; I scribed, but never been loved with the nature so spectacular. It's just a poem, only a poem. Introvert I Am, in reality. My worries; an unspoken sea, But in papers a well known outspoken writer. Never...

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Sounds all around Not heard Speechless As time passes on A crowd Frozen not a word Shyness around Voiceless Reality myth Spoken in doubt Words of encouragements Life's about Voice was heard The crowd in a pause Suddenly it was loud Thunder roaring People running Prayers lifted high What a time, oh my my Silence withstands Non-fear Taken up gears Voiceless. The end results A safe place The voices of joy Spoken out Non-doubt Voiceless....

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As a bird I am, blessed with these wings that have caressed the winds of wisdom, and flown me to places far, and shown me the ends of the Universe - a bird indeed, yet one entombed in a miserable cage, even as the whiff of free air outside my inculpable prison does fill my nostrils through the holes in this rotten mesh. If those gates are shut so...

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