Voice Poems
Listen!
by Michael R. Burch
Listen
by Michael R. Burch
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
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Lost My Voice in New York City
by Leonard Cohen
Lost my voice in New York City
never heard it again after sixty-seven
Now I talk like you
Now I sing like you
Cigarette and coffee to make me sick
Couple of families to make me think
Going to see my lawyer
Going to read my mail
Lost my voice in New York City
Guess you always knew
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Girl in the woods
by Malavika Vinod
I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.
She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.
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Voice (revised)
by Alyssa Lewis
A poem,
A poet.
A song,
A singer.
A sound,
An instrument.
A conversation,
An argument.
“Please just Listen to me!”
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The Voice
by Andrée Chedid
Where is the distant voice
That speaks like my soul?
Buried beneath daylight's clamor
Gold and the seasons
Beneath groaning streets
And the ferment of cities
In my grave of care
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Listen!
by Michael R. Burch
Listen
by Michael R. Burch
Listen to me now and heed my voice;
I am a madman, alone, screaming in the wilderness,
but listen now.
Listen to me now, and if I say
that black is black, and white is white, and in between lies gray,
I have no choice.
......
A Sonnet of 20: Top Dog
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Soon the national event will begin
This is a fact that will be explained, not just a promise but it doesn't make its citizens crazy
The drumbeat of the war of ideas will once again don't create any distance of margin
The emerging political nuances indicate that this country is truly mature in marking its democracy
The citizens of this country must also be smart in choosing their leaders
Even though I'm just like a cricket in the wilderness or like a bay leaf which always becomes a spice when the water is stirred up where delicious side dishes are served and then thrown away when it's accidentally served on the dining table. Well that's the fate of commoners like me
Actually, it's simple to choose a leader, namely someone who is trustworthy and can accommodate our aspirations as their users
Citizens should not only be used when the democratic party starts, but should be protected when they lead as tiers
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A Sonnet 05: Nothing Changes Her Love For Me
by Ayatullah Nurjati
When I see her face there is a shade
When I hear her voice, I feel comfortable in my heart
When I see her smile I feel sunshine and never fade
When I see point of view of her life that inspire my heart
Nothing has changed in her like spring which displays the beauty of the scent of flowers
Nothing has changed her feelings and love for me
Nothing has changed about my feelings to her like leaves that always grow on each stem and they are water proofers
Nothing changes day after day, month after month, year after year her feelings for me
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Voice (revised)
by Alyssa Lewis
A poem,
A poet.
A song,
A singer.
A sound,
An instrument.
A conversation,
An argument.
“Please just Listen to me!”
......
Girl in the woods
by Malavika Vinod
I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.
She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.
......
