Whispers Poems - Poems about Whispers

Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody Walking around the edge of a massive crater that seemed to beckon her with all sorts of bizarre things, Alice—now an adult but still not quite—felt a strong pull. She still had an insatiable need to travel, even if it had been a long...

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You feel the whispers slither down the long corridor, each murmur coiling around your thoughts like hungry vines. They scratch at your calm, sharp as claws unseen, and fracture your resolve until your heart cannot stay silent. You sense the walls themselves lean, curious and burdened, their cracks breathing echoes of every stolen word. Even the chairs groan beneath an invisible...

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SHADOWY WHISPERS unseen voice weaves lies shadowy whispers linger truth frays like old thread ©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker...

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There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A boy punished for love. And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows. Their pain is different, But their silence is the same. This poem is for them For the unheard,...

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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure, And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun. I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets, I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of...

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Whispers from the depths embrace my soul like a sea retreating in secrecy, I feel that the end is just a threshold to other worlds where dreams unravel, My world shatters into shards of stars, into the dust of time that floats gently, But an inner voice sings to me that I am sculpted from the stone of...

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In the deep silence of the forest, where the wind whispers forgotten tales, lies the mystery of the birds' language, a symphony of ancient songs, in the prophetic bones of those who know, travelers through times and dreams, carrying the memory of old days when man and bird were one. In those golden times, when sky and earth sang...

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We hike the trails where emerald silence grows, The forest hums beneath the morning light, The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows. The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight, We splash through waves, our footprints wash away, The forest hums beneath the morning light. By lakes so still they mirror skies all day,...

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Your words, a double-edged sword, Sometimes pierce like an arrow's chord, Other times, they surface like a wound, Leaving scars that forever resound. Every step, like shifting sands, I walked, veiled, with heart in hands, Through your streets, where complaints did turn, To hatred's form, and love did burn. The whispers of our home's demise, Scattered like leaves, with fading sighs, I doubt your words,...

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A kitten in jammies, stitched with stars, perched on top of a bright crescent moon, stares into the night sky The sky is quiet, the world looks small from up high She’s wrapped in dreams, away from it all. The moon, her cradle calm and bright, her eyes slowly drifts into the night She sips her cup, says “Good...

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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I walked where the trees don’t speak— yet somehow, I heard everything. The wind and the trees held secret meetings, and the leaves nodded in agreement, like spectators dressed in green. The waters didn’t rush— they marched steadily down the riverbank, telling stories in ripples— of rain that once fell, and mountains they had kissed on the way. The sun appeared, golden and gentle. Snakes and lizards...

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Whispers through her eyes Often gazes the skimmers in twilight More overly, more mesmerized as her heart was in delight She cupped the melodies, through the true sights All what she whispered, all what the heart hides the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride the classiness she carried through the presence She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance the spring...

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God works in whispers and slight nudges Some choose to blast the music of the world They drown Him out and claim He isn't there They run away from Him tapping softly for attention He follows But not with screams and shouts and shoves He doesn't work like that If only we can learn to quiet our minds and lives to hear His...

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I came with hands unclenched and heart awake, To serve, to teach—for hope and learning’s sake. I walked among the young with humble aim, Yet found the fire I brought met not the same. The gate was open, but the welcome thin, The smiles spoke less than what stirred within. Cold winds blew from those I stood beside, While silence grew where...

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