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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,
You will never cherish what you have until it's no longer there,
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.
Whispers: black holes concealed within night sky.
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.