#voice poems on Hello Poetry

Nishan Niraula Jul 21

I remain an iteration of past mumbles
No future do I yearn to.
I'll tell you about a "Once upon a time"
Instead of the coming blue.

In no present have I remained,
Only in "once" and what if
I sing of the begone days
In the tavern of lost grief

Here I pour wine to newer cups
Which time forgets to brew.

A jumble of "was"
An alien to those that "is"

#lost #time #old #forgotten #last #voice #chronicle

eliana Jul 20

Untitled

my stomach,
it twists and it turns.
Should I go or should I stay?
These thoughts surround my head,
Scared of what lies ahead.
What could go wrong?
I'm not sure that I belong.
Oh silly me, just be free!
For this is your only chance to feel alive again.

Ive been really nervous as im supposed to be going out in just a few hours and my anxiety is off the charts lol but, I feel happy and face my fears i guess. Who knew social anxiety was so scary in the moment!!

#anxiety #nervous #friends #hangout #party #thoughts #voice

Yuzuko Jul 19

Who had a heart

I tired to find one
Ones heart who could mend my void
no voices where heard

Talking about how I just can’t seem people to open my heart to these days… they only hear their own voices

#voice #void #heart

Spicy Digits Jul 16

Love letter to the Witness

I thought we were strangers
As much as we were strangers to
Everyone around

I thought you were just
A story untold,
A future ideal

My little self dreamt of you
Pretended you were a hero

She saw you under the bed
In the backyard
In the furled faces
Of a million flowers

I knew you were of this
universe, well-known
But wasn't convinced
We'd ever meet in the flesh

But we've met many times
You and I

In the corner of my shoe closet
Running down that street, bruised.
We met in a cafe on Rue de Seine
On the 4-hour bus rides at 3am

We sat together, utterly content,
On the floor of old libraries
Inhaling stories and scents
Of cedarwood and vanillan

I saw you dancing
When I was dancing
Awkward nerds
You took my hand, pulling

Your kind, fractalled face
Kissed mine a thousand times
Your voice saved my life

In awe at the depth of your knowing,
I'm grateful we're still alive.

X

#inner #voice #wisdom #intuition #higher #self #quiet #guide #spirit #soul

Rhiannon Clayton Jul 10

Life

I have invested too much effort in rebuilding my sanctuary to let fools throw stones at it or to allow them to break its windows.
I am unafraid to walk my path alone.
What I fear is letting the wrong individuals into my garden.
The mere presence and toxic energy of some people can uproot what has taken years to cultivate.
I will tend to my garden and watch my soul thrive.
I will take back my voice.
After all, this is my life.

-Rhia Clay

#sanctuary #voice #soul #garden #cultivate #rise #take #back #unafraid #effort

Mercy Jul 8

Writers Dilemma

@niamornimo

Its funny that writers live their lives on pen and paper,
Bloggers, poets, journalists even preachers.
I say this not because I've seen them but because I'm one.
The thing that people call content is an outlet of our lives as writers expressed.
Their are days when words flood out of our minds to paper like geniuses with numbers in the cloud,
Then days when it's radio silent. Our pen and paper are distant like the home built in the suburbs visited once for Christmas.
Yeah we seek for mojo in literally everything and when life hits you with a pause then...
Finding words is hard like saying ;I love you to a crush who vowed never to love again,
Like telling your parent I love you because you forgave them without them having to ask,
Like buying a birthday gift for an ex who told you, you're never good enough for him,
Like looking at yourself in the mirror and saying I Forgive You meaning every word coz as you go around gifting everyone handouts of Love and embrace the one you come back home to is YOU.

Yes the dilemma of a writer is not finding words or expression but
Stillness in life, that radio silence when all hell has broken loose.
The shell you cave in just numbing all the feels that bombard your normalcy.

Don't get me started on getting out the shell to find out everyone else moved on but You.
Coming back is brutal the pen and paper feels like an oasis in a dessert and you're not thirsty.

Not the victim mentality just a life lived out loud

#life #pen #paper #creatives #expression #voice

Elise Jackson Jul 6

face down

i missed your voice

so i turned on the songs i always imagined you'd sing

on the corner of my bed

just to look for your voice amongst the others'

somehow i always find it

#personal #poem #prose #poet #love #sad #song #voice #imagine #angry

Skyla GM Jun 30

It Was Always the Words

It was always the words I said.
It was never the way I said them—

never the way I screamed,
never the way I whispered,
never the way I spoke with eloquence,
sweetness, kindness, or grace.

It was never the way I spoke with wisdom,
or the way I spoke with knowledge.
Never the way I spoke as a woman,
or the way I spoke as a friend.

It was never the way I spoke
with tears in my eyes,
or with a clenched fist.

It was always the words I said—
the words you didn’t want to hear,
the words you refused to hear,
the words you refused to listen to.

Words that would have made you care,
that would have forced you to act,
that would have demanded you
to sacrifice something.

It was never how I said them
that turned you away from me.

It was always the words themselves—
that you refused to believe.

#words #speak #voice

Belinda S Richmond Jun 26

Be the Voice

Sometimes,
you got to stand up,
speak out, and
get on your soap box,
Say what's on your mind,
reveal to people
your true thoughts,
they might be harsh, or
they might be kind,
just pouring out
your true feelings,
of truthfulness is
what they will find,
Be the Voice,
speak up, and be heard,
make it very clearly,
let people hear your words,
some people may oppose, or
may not even agree,
some, will comprehend,
while others will probably flee,
some people will follow,
while others will disagree,
Please do not be offended,
It is the decision of
PEOPLE and CHOICE,
You just have to BE STERN, and
STAY FIRM, and
JUST CONTINUE
TO BE THE VOICE!!!!

B.R.
Date: 6/26/2025

#speak #talk #voice #opinion #comprehend #understand #listen

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 25

Silent, Not Silenced

I am not the owner of my words—
not the master of my quotes,
nor the crafter of my stanza,
nor the painter of my verses.

I am simply the extension of the pen—
a vessel of expression, granted the freedom
to speak what aches beneath the skin.

But take away the artist who holds the pen,
or take away the pen itself—and the voice
of the artist, soon becomes the pen instead.
Words find a way to bleed through silence.

No matter how noble your intent,
to silence one’s voice is to sever the
soul’s right to breathe.

And still— they will return,
stronger than before; they will fight
for their word— words that once gave
them armour, and the pen, a weapon.

Not to draw blood—
but to cut through blindness.
A violent expression, yes—
but born of peace, wild but tamed,
structured but never caged.
Because there is freedom in every
word, written or said.

#pen #voice #expression #freedom #hope