Whispers Poems - Poems about Whispers

When life becomes heavy and hard, I always listen for the whispers of hope Right now, I am traveling through a season of grief and I am listening hard for whispers of hope If you listen, you will hear them and they are encouraging whispers of hope When the trials of life are loud and deafening make sure to pay attention to...

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haiku : manifestation process heart whispers symbols mindful make intentions, plans ~ action complete, sleep ____________ hiku he ART w h i s p e R...

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In a world of noise where the distractions reign, Amidst the proliferation of mobile phones, You find your haven, a refuge from the din, In the depths of quiet, where your spirit roams. While parties surge like waves upon the shore, And social media dances, a fickle flame, Your...

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Whispers of the woods Flickering shadows, leaves in shade Trees’ whispers echo through the glade Life wanders through a dream parade— Beyond the veil, all lights do fade. ...

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Regression Whispers ancient almond wild stood still stark in dark forest through which moved determination a quick tobacco roll cold beer AK the companion whispers in jungian depths puffed from psyche fumes of struggle, lymph floated across eyeballs camp was porridge, malaria, madness heart opened a tendril a shudder of brilliant focus how far was freedom ? and...

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In quiet fields where soft winds play, The flowers bloom to greet the day. With colors bright and petals wide, They dance with grace, no need to hide. They do not speak, yet tell us much, Of morning light and evening’s touch. They teach us how to bloom with pride, To stand up tall, yet feel inside. So when you pass a flower...

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The days drift softly, like leaves on a stream, Fading whispers in a fleeting dream. Sunrise paints the sky in hues of gold, As time’s gentle hand unfolds stories untold. Morning glimmers with promise anew, Afternoon blooms in colors true, Evening whispers in violet hue, Marking the world’s eternal view. Mountains stand in silent grace, Forests dance in nature’s embrace, Oceans sing with endless grace, A...

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Moments drift by in fleeting streams, Like bubbles dancing in our dreams. Hold those moments gently in your hands, Feel the magic where joy stands. Moments of laughter, wild and free, Moments of surprise, like waves at sea. Moments of celebration, purest light, Moments of breakthroughs shining bright. Wake to the simple moments, hear its call, Embrace the whispers - great and small. Life is...

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Whispers Beneath the Cemetery Is love undead? Is love fate? Is love just holding on— a ghost that won’t abate? Does death mean I must give up on us, let go of what was? I stare at your grave— hours slipping by— Will you resurrect? Will you rise or die? A strange peace lingers— a burden I can’t lay down, The silence, the stillness— haunting and profound. I feel you...

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invoking grace create a rhythm the type that mirrors God’s heartbeat that melding with the vibrant void rapture rises in body prism softly beeping in heart love’s tweet whispers etched in head ovoid...

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[Verse 1] He lived where silence made its home In a house of creaks and dust and stone No letters came, no voices stayed Just shadows dancing through the day Then one soft knock, a bloom in hand A stranger smiled, said, “It’s been planned” He said, “Not mine,” she said, “It’s free” And left him with a mystery [Pre-Chorus] And he said, “Why me,...

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The sky unwraps a silver veil, Each drop a hymn, so soft, so pale, As rain begins its tender play. It drapes the earth in crystal lace, With every bead, a sweet embrace, A gentle calm on Christmas Day. The lights reflect in puddled grace, Like stars descended, face to face, In every splash, a dream will stay. Oh, how I love the rain's...

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Moonlight weeps on rusted stone, Where once I danced, I crawl alone. Roots with hands now draw me near, Feeding on my deepest fear. My shadow speaks in shattered rhyme. A ghost who bleeds through endless time. ...

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I can see All the way from in here That the fate of the world is on a precarious knife-edge The black-robed vultures Are gathering In secret covens and lodges For their Great Cull Carefully planned and patiently waiting On their gilded governmental ledges For The Last Harvest The Great Play Paradise For the nuclear family Has been torn asunder Alongside Religion Family values Gender By the throw Of a...

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