Voicelessness Poems - Poems about Voicelessness

...You chance upon her in the far reaches of the backyard a place you never go and there she trembles a tiny tiger in a blurred world secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs faint mews dra......

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...Creaky door opening from one blackened room To another Something enters Looms Warm breath on your neck You Business leaders Are the first to go The most susceptible To my thoughts about yo......

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...The streams of chameleon cultures are wrapped in an unending charade of peace, love and warmth. How I wish we were truly free indeed, not just from the invaders. Free from ourselves, our b......

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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 I......

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...Her voicelessness always scared me. As she could only cry for the longest time. And I could tell that in that little mind- She had some sort of pain that my softest whispers could never cu......

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...Broken shell After a lengthy time of climbing I sit on the hill peak of courage. Drafting my testimony on an inkless page of my acquired voicelessness, Looking down pieces of the shell broken s......

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...This effervescent appetite To cuddle and huddle Your warmth and plum; Your bush, green, Wild life and natural sunshine A craving, gushing down Like a torrent of water From a million feet of ......

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...Dear boy: Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden, Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe out their sweat against the wall of your voicelessness a......

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...I painted my hope in the horizon I love the way it is rendered by God It is the image of voicelessness It comes across the breezing sea. The horizon tells me that I am no man I am nothing with......

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...It was the interplay between shadow and moon. An encephalopathy in ring of fire ? The blast was the tipping point of your identity. Now you don’t recognize yourself amid the books. Grievi......

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...She isn’t dormant, she moves through the dark in this new phase, as exact as a silver snowflake. Despite her voicelessness, she speaks to me. Her swollen body is idolized in the black that she unst......

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...Today gives me an ethernal hurting of the raging night, my moon had crashed on the wings of flamingoes While saying farewell to crying winds of the creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy shores......

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...Today gives me an ethernal hurting of the raging night, my moon had crashed on the wings of flamingoes While saying farewell to crying winds of the creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy ......

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...An ode must be written to the player of strings Thanking them for the joy their playing brings Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessn......

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