Whisperings Poems - Poems about Whisperings

People from all nations running for Their Lives, Pursued by Hamas. That day 1,200 were slaughtered. International hostages died! Few live ones do remain. I do not even know what day this is! Nor month, or even, what year! For I live each day within a clock. Whose only sound ticks away endless,fear! I have no mirror to see my young face, Just...

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Why do you both fall silent when I enter the room? Hannah is my oldest and very best friend! I know you ‘ve been seeing her behind my back So please stop treating me like a fool People keep giving me little smiles Even my parents are acting strangely Right now I want to pack my bags and leave I can’t stand...

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The words of my soul are not just for me, The words that follow were like a decree. “These words are eternal, I share with thee, To be shared with others to some degree. Every word I speak will always be true, Nothing I say will be only for you. My thoughts and my words, although they’re unique, Will only be passed...

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His nearness, I, seek. Eyelids brush against my cheek. Sounds of a Spring Creek. ...

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I write because I like it! I like the pulse of life to beat vermillion on paper. Whether joyous or sad, or~ completely mad. Just let the words sing! For you see...... In my soul, it's always Spring. There's no coldness or snow, No crumbling leaves falling. Just green words that bloom like a gardenia's shiny leaves, With potent fragrance flowers for only special souls to...

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NO GREATER PLACE TO BE THEN INSIDE THE SOUL LISTENING FOR SIGNS THAT ALL IS WELL WITHIN OURSELVES AND NEXT OF KIN. A LITTLE PLACE INSIDE OUR HEART WHERE SOUL REPOSES LIKE THE TENDER PETAL OF A BLOOMING ROSE. IT IS A SANCTUARY BUILT BY GODS OWN HAND. A NESTING PLACE WHERE WE CAN...

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I sat by a moonlit window last night As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong- My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea. The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls. A dreary blackness was unrolled across the sky, And moonbeams brimmed over into the room. My mind set adrift to gloom and droll...

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When your heart shuns flattery's lies, it opens and lets the truth in. And time mutes the varied voices fear once amplified deep within. You know of love's magic through dreams, where hope's crumbling walls get rebuilt. And the sanctuary of sleep banishes whisperings of guilt. Your mind's a fantasy playground; filled with flashes of second sight. And skeletons of memories, time's acid tears, have bleached...

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""REVEALING FREEDOM, PEACE, LIFE, PERFECT TRUTH BELITTLES NO ONE ULTIMATELY!" LIES OFFER THE SAME TO THE LATTER THROUGH THEIR MISCONCEPTION OF THIS KNOWING IN TURN ONLY AN ASSUMING DEATH. OH BUT IF IT NOT FOR GOD'S GRACE... WHERE THEN NOW TODAY WOULD I BE... ?"" Rocks treadled whereupon varying each one knowing the likeness in kind gravel; cachinnating lieu erroneous...

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AFTERNOON WHISPERINGS (double Etheree) Woods Deep dark But just see An open spot A verdant clearing Where I spread my blanket Run my hands through wild clover Settle down my head in the clouds Billowing but sparse and distant A rustle in the forest brings me round Sun Through trees Warm ...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed, and lend an air of mystery to paint and plaster peeling, thus exposed when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint uneasiness as new ones gather, pested to hear our ghostly whisperings and may have second thoughts, their courage tested; were we not bolder...

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Amid the whisperings of my wandering soul, I grasped at straws, reaching for truth, but finding none. Searching for one good man, but discovering Him gone. Seeking wisdom, while gaining only knowledge. Needing elevation to some higher plateau, while on an escalator rushing nowhere. Striving to attain the unattainable with works. Unable to control my simplest situation, from my souls depth, in desperation...

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Can you hear the whisper This 'psst' of love emitting from my heart Listen very intimately for faint is the pulsation Afraid of reopening the wound so skillfully concealed Can you hear the whisper Of my soul resounding from your nearness Filling the hollowness that has searched tenaciously From afar in hopes of a curative balm of love Can you hear the whisper Of...

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