Whisper
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Your touch is tattooed
On every curve
Your smile
Foggy amongst the autumn sun
I dream of your eyes
Sad and wandering
Something is calling me
It is a whisper in the dead of the night
A memory I can no longer see
The flutter of wings when a bird takes flight
The salty wind over the sea
WALLS silently whisper to me all the time
We Are Loyal Listening Stations for a lifetime
Hey, you. Yeah, you!
I don't know how to tell you this.
Imma have to whisper it to you.
(I LOVE YOU.)
Did you hear me?
Good.
Only when a lion is poked and prodded
does it turn and roar.
Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced
does it turn into a scream.
Only when a life is faced with death
does it become meaningful.
When we part for the day,
I sit and I say,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
I hide from your face,
I whisper your name,
And I love you, I love you, I love you.
Is it a dream, or could he be real
Can I touch him, can I hold him
All I need is to know and feel
For I once visualized this day with this man
Am I blind, is it true, is it him that I see stand
How am I supposed to sleep
when my brain will not shut up?
How am I supposed to shut it up
when I don't even know what it is thinking?
So tell me anxiety what it is that you say,
Whispers and shadows were all around
As someone knocking the door
But no one was there
Illusion
No, not at all
Than what it was
It was love
That never came to me
The shadows chased me
Whisper to me
Softly, in my ear
Those words I long to hear
That set my soul burning
Sends my heart yearning
Those words that keep my world turning
Whisper to me
Those words
"I am so different now
I never wanted to stand out
I wanted to fade into the crowd
But my thoughts were just too loud
A whisper to a shout
The words come pouring out."
Each night
I lay awake
Waiting and waiting
To listen to that little voice.
It’s the voice
Of my heart,
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
I wish on broken stars,
because the bright ones give off too much light.
The feeble stars,
with fractured points and fading colours,
too fragile to fix, but strong enough to hold wishes.
From my first faltering breath, whisperedPronounced words bound in abandonSpace in deafening silenceScreams muffled in mourningBulging eyes proclaimClarity, reinedUnrestraintSeekingAir.
Thumbs up, no fear, smile and no tears
Love expressed,
My mother’s hands and her embrace
Stability is near.
A slow, seeping pain enters my body,But I know too well that it was already there;Dormant, sleeping, then like a whisper,It shatters the silence, but its secret is only shared with me.
The wind moves at a slow paceCreating a whispering voice Talking to shadows as they creep Through the eerie and morose night.
Whisper, whisper in my ear.
Tell me a story no one wants to hear.
Invite my soul into yours.
Let me walk with you upon the shores.
And when I have drank the thought from your mind,
Days go by and still I think
Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be
My heart screams when is it my turn to reach the key?!
There are Voices.
In my head
In my heart
Around me.
Voices-
Degrade me
Humiliate me
Hurt me
Accuse me of my
Worthlessness,
Incompetence,
Make me feel like SHIT,
usually
Echo voice
Talking eyes
Choke up quite
Murmuring sound
Feeling bound
Calling word
No-one heard
Ponderous noise
Ego yikes
Crack up cries.