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Words spoken

Words are spoken from the depth of the soul
Sometimes these words can be so cold
Like rotten cheese turning to mold
They come from a soul that we have sold
Sometimes we sound really bold
When kind words are never told
With nothing good to say
To make someone`s day
All we do is speak words that scold
So much so our soul grows old
Speaking from emotions uncontrolled
Breaking someone`s heart
That was once made of gold
So as we grow old
May you be foretold
Don`t leave a kind word untold
For a word is spoken from the depth of our soul

poem by Joseph Whelan
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Words

So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Fruits Of Your Words

Everything in this world has an end

Even the sugar

Even the pain

Will find an end

Soon or late,

Nothing lasts

Forever

Even the pain

So be nice to others and you will gain

Be aware of the words that comes out of your thoughts

A word can heal another may hurt

So try to be kind with your words

May you can heai some thoughts

Once they come out of your lips

Never returns so escape the falts

Your words are the mirror of your thoughts

And your works are the fruits of your soul's

So keep the kindness inside the soul

And speak the kind words

Passengers we all are in this world

Try to keep the good job up

If you can't heal

Try to not hurt

Your words explain your thoughts

Take your time before you talk

Don't forget that a word can change the world

So keep the good work up

Try to plant a flower

Everywhere you go

Soon the world becomes a colorful garden

The good we do is eternal

Even when we are gone.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Working on the value of words

Working on the value of words
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some words require more
more than being spoken
written, read or listened to
some words need feeling
given their own soul
a touch of emotion
some words fall easily
across the page
or off the tongue
like a catchphrase
meaning almost nothing
words without value
spoken to be heard
said and not listened to
or written and missed
all without feeling
give words emotion
soul, fire and life
give words value
work the next line

poem by Matthew Holloway
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My words cannot be descried

My words cannot be descried
I love you so beautiful in anyway
You make my heart boiling
Burning with desire to be love and loved my
My words cannot be descried
With thousands word I spoken
Into your ears the voices you heard
From my mouth so beautiful and happy hearing
Is he speaking the truth or he lying inside
But it has to be proven to go deep into his heart
To feel to heard, feel your heart
And talk to your soul
Did he speak the truth not
Unconditional Love you in the heart and soul
I love you words make you happy
And lying can be hurtful
Feel the heart and ask my soul
I love you

I love you so beautiful in anyway
You make my heart boiling
Burning with desire to be love and loved my
My words cannot be descried
With thousands word I spoken
Into your ears the voices you heard
From my mouth so beautiful and happy hearing
Is he speaking the truth or he lying inside
But it has to be proven to go deep into his heart
To feel to heard, feel your heart
And talk to your soul
Did he speak the truth not
Unconditional Love you in the heart and soul
I love you words make you happy
And lying can be hurtful
Feel the heart and ask my soul
I love you

poem by See Fee Lee
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Speak easy

Ever had so much to say but cannot find the words, when you do you just do not have the nerve.

Waste time, time wasted over what might be said, conversations played out only in your head.

Silence is golden so they say, time keeps ticking its running away.

Never runs back just out of control, do soul searching to find the know.

The words you find seam just too few, say nothing at all keep it in you.

If spoken aloud could set you free, there inside, somewhere in me.

Maybe a magician could bring it to light, maybe a strong man to fight this fight.

Speak easy when spoken, say it so clear, I fear, these words, never hear.

The less you speak the more that is herd, screaming out loud not saying a word.

Speak easy to you, few words need say, speak easy to me, time slipping away.

poem by Gary Kedron
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Dear Poetess

Through heaven's paradise, thou did come
To unravel my soul, with a hand of marvel
Slowly I open and come undone
As word thy pen and my heart thy fondle
O sweet poetess, with thy words my soul crumble
Into thine beautiful abyss
With thy words my soul is humble
Listening to thy sweet bliss
When beauty speak, speak so soft
A heart light, floats in mist
To the clouds of our heads aloft
With thine words my soul does exist
Intertwined by thine vine
Of sweet words that taste like wine
I become intoxicated.
Drunk in vapors, of sweeet sounds
my heart slowly pounds...

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Believe The Hype

Often I find myself saying what I do not believe
The kind of words that hang in the air, they do not leave
I say things until they sound true
Until I have the guts to see them through
When I say I will do, it means I can't do
Not yet, I need to ready my heart for them too
Although it is mere hype
Empty words, I still find them necessary to psyche
Myself out so that I can do what I long and fear
To do, I speak of going somewhere else, because I don't like here
But it is not others whom I say this for I need to hear
I need to hear it
It may sound empty now, but you best
Believe this hype, for me it is a test
For my soul and I am a man of my word
Even if for now it is just hype, just some hype you've heard

poem by David Knox
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Internet Love

He's on the internet with such kind words
Thinking he's telling her, things she hasn't heard
The words he says, are so flattering to her
She's with the one she loves, this can't occur

She will never leave his side to come to you
Him and her have something special, to him she's true
She's sorry for your loneliness, and hope you find
A love for yourself, not the internet kind

On the computer, friends will come and go
Some will touch your heart and some your soul
Some gone in an instant, some hang around
Others want what you can't give, to a marriage bound

So this lesson we have learned for now
Be kind to everyone, this you can allow
Don't take serious, pretty words you may hear
These kind of words, we must stay clear!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Wisdom and Knowledge...

Seeking out the truth... consuming wisdom and knowledge,
My confidence grows and belief in myself strengthens,
I have travelled afar on wisdoms quest... tasted all of lifes fruits,
I am sanity's child and trial and error have become my armour,
The spoken word my shining sword of truth,
Cutting down ignorance with heated breath and cold heart,
But I must be wary of spewing feverish words in haste,
For words can scar the soul deeper than any weapon of man,
Intellect and a yearning for knowledge can help the soul soar,
But only a heart filled with peace and love can bring tranquility...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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More Words

Sometimes words reach out
to help heal wounds.
Sometimes words reach out
just to claw at a feeble soul.
Sometimes words reach out
to seek help.
Sometimes words reach out
to bring life to idleness.
Sometimes words reach out
to expose a lie.
Sometimes words reach out
to undress from its truth.

Sometimes words reach out
for it needs to be spoken.

poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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Poetry of Art or Art of Poetry?

Which came first-poetry or art?
Which of these two is my favorite part?
Poetry speaks to the heart and soul
Through vocalization of written word,
While art molds and shapes formation
Of heart and soul once the poetic art
Of words moves to the shape the heart
Feels inspires visualization and creation
Of such dramatic, deep impact as art
Makes responsive to the poetry that
Inspires it.
Does poetry not speak of art and
Art of poetry?
Each of these takes the form
Of a smiling simile.
Art is the extension of visual beauty,
Words unspoken
As extensively connected as the
Heartfelt extension indepth beauty
Stimulates out of spoken words
Poetry admires and inspires
Deep down in the soul.
Art reflects poetic expression
Poetry visualizes mentally
While are visualizes physically-
Both of which visualize emotionally
When mutually expressed and impressed
Upon each other to create the beauty
That first created it.

poem by Bill Darrah
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Words Of Some Sort

The balancing action of a few words wraps us in sin,
Sin has a way of telling others the whole secret.
The embroidery so sudden enacts the religious view and worship,
A word or two carried new meaning to the select.
A balance of words means new phrases and more sentences,
Sentences cause us to seep in thinking, more than you.
Those words are plentiful for the soul, in effect,
The affectionate soul marries to the other soul.
My acts are numbered by the absence of fondness
For words that encase a comprehension of some sort.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Words strung across the sky

Words strung across the sky
~
Words strung across the sky
Waiting to be heard
Talk of peace and love
Building a heavenly utopia
To aid our sleep, to ease our guilt
To answer a call to faith
Wealth matters not to words
The class of man falls away
The only judgment is by the self
The words chosen and used
The words listened to
It is people who make a place
And words which bring them together
Let them be written or spoken
As they are found
By the soul of man

poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Value Of Words

Words what value words
when spoken in haste
what is their worth
words spat in spite
or an envious game
false words meaningless
what value words

a trusting word
honest and open speaks
volumes when listen to
without agenda given
with care and thought
placed into its being
what becomes its worth

words in variety
of context and meaning
fill blank spaces
where sometimes silence
is a more welcome sound
where nothing is better said
words have a value
consider their worth

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Words Again

Thoughts can be words, can be flowers that burgeon like words,
Thunders that are right in the middle of happiness,
Ones that make talk with books and with all speaking sense.

The sounds are not anywhere near us,
Yet the word can believe in living free,
Where actions cannot, and nor can thoughts necessarily.

We work on the words of leaders like listening is,
When speech is hazardous and non-wrong,
And liars can speak offensively, like a long long wrong.

Speech is therefore recommended in the form of words,
Of dementia I give word not or word obvious,
But of sound advice for any goodness to come and seize.

Deceased are the word-lovers as much as fences are put up,
As if the sea is given a status that delves too deep
Of words, and it is funny how many words that there are.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Your Silence

I have spoken long enough
I have spoken well enough
Now let me be silent
And see how Silence speaks
Hear the words unspoken
For you could never speak
And whenever I asked you
All I could ever hear, was:
Your Silence…

Yes, that very Silence of yours
Which sucked all my life out
making me feel miserable
day in and day out
Still I kept holding on,
hoping on and hanging on…
If you could ever speak

Yet you never spoke up
Instead, offered me a challenge
A challenge to a broken heart?
A challenge to a defeated soul?
Oh! How Ruthless you could be…

And still you ever want me
To keep hearing your silence
And make some meaning of it all
I told you long before
Silence never works for me
I am a woman of words…
It might work well for you
So be it, my love…
If that is what you call ‘friendship’

Let you be silent
And me be too
And we can still remain ‘friends’
For if you speak
And I speak too
Who knows, One day
We might become foes…
And I would rather die
A Friend of yours
Than choose to be a Foe.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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One Of A Kind

One of a kind
one sound mind
A heart so refined there's none that could compare
A treasure that's real so even by the blind seek to gaze upon it's glory
Heavenly copyright to certify originality because, with God's love you are signed
Yes it's you on my mind because
You are truly one of a kind

His word is a lamp unto thy feet
Feet that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Hands washed in innocence so you put them together every night you pray
Because you know His hands were pierced just for you
Your lips drip honey, words sweet to taste and good for health
Your heart remains humble and partners your soul and mind so that you may love the Lord
Indeed words describe what many have seen but what I see they fail to say
Because truly you are one of a kind

Born for a purpose so let no one define you
Chosen and anointed, called to be courageous and fearless at heart
If you doubt my words check His word
Schedule dates back to before you were even born.
You were set apart to stand out lest you stay down and conform to their shallow standard
Temples never blend in with the of shacks next door
So if you want to transform your interior, let God do the decor to your heart
Because He knows who you are,
You are one of a kind

poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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Words between words

Words between words
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I try and say most things subtle
To slip words between words
In the hope you will read and hear
Sometimes I speak with blunt honesty
Sometimes wish I just didn’t speak
Sketching in secret characters
Telling stories built on fantasy
When a subtle look reveals
The obvious biography
Those words between words
What I write, what I speak
I understand words more than people
Words always seem easy
We all have things we wish to say
Some are said, others kept
All that is written then spoken
Are words between words

poem by Matthew Holloway
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How I love your Voice

How I love to hear you speak and call my name
The way your lips, tongue, and mouth forms letters and words
Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears
How I love to hear you speak

Your articulation brings forth joy and laughter to my soul
Your words are like music set to a melody sang by angels
It is like the birds summoning me to paradise
Your subtle amplitude drives me while at ever utterance

I beg you to continue speaking to me for I have never heard a sweeter tone
Your audible vibrations are like a musical instrument playing lullabies to my soul
Your voice reminds me of being a child being rocked to sleep
Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess

How I love to here your voice in all its magnitude
It comforts me on my lonely days of inner reflection
It brings me hope for a greater day
When I hear you regulate the tones I am in a trance

I am captivated by every sentence you speak
I listen to your words intently at its rhythm
It warms me on a cold day and cools me off in the heat
How I love just to hear you speak to me

I would give it all away just to hear your words
Such satisfying sounds swings me back and forth in a dizzy dance
I lose my footing every time you speak
It is not just your words but the beauty within that captivates me so

I save all your messages to hear plaid over and over again
They are melodious songs that bring forth the light of a new day
They are enchanting as you are in life
No words spoken could explain the grace and charm of your voice

Each time you speak I have died a thousand times
With each word I am sent heaven bound
Your voice takes me places only imagined in dreams
Paradise once lost is found in your voice

Let it be known that there is no other like you
I am compelled to a higher ground
Your expressions are like the wind in my sails that sets me free
I cannot place no other above you

Your voice is all I ever need to hear in life
Your ability to speak brings shivers up and down my spine
It has the greatest influence over my body
If I should ever fall and stricken deaf, your voice would remain reverberating in my heart
It would be the last sounds I would want to hear
Your name would be the last sound spoken from my lips

Your voice, how I love it so

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Everywhere I searched for the words [1]

Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
I could not express how much I wanted you here,
I could not give depth to feelings of dearness,
I could not even lay my soul bare at your feet,
still you were in my deepest thoughts,
in days and nights that I was missing you;
you are in my joy and sadness.

poem by Gert Strydom
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