Tags : listening

Silence

Silence

A Poem by Samantha


This is about surpassing your feelings and being who you want to be, despite what others may say. Listen to yourself.
Listen

Listen

A Poem by marielondon


Are my words meaningless to you?I speak for you to listen,yet your sympathy is absent.Actions speak louder than words,yet am I still mute?Is there som..
Chapter Four

Chapter Four

A Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithn


A disagreement brings feelings of indifference.
Overheard

Overheard

A Poem by Thomas Pitre


Inspired by Stan Mack's True Life Funnies, appearing in The Village Voice a long time ago. I collect dialog, scribble it in my Moleskine, or record i..
Relentless

Relentless

A Poem by tmpebbles


a small poem for those who listen and cater to that creative side of themselves when its calling out. About not quiting and enduring obstacles in the..
Caught In The Middle

Caught In The Middle

A Poem by Emma Marie Taylor


Caught in the middle, quiet, unknownDrifting by lifeless, forgotten, aloneRemembered watching, waiting, standing by Sneaking away from the smiles, sti..
Clouds

Clouds

A Poem by Beautifulmaddness


No one listens, no one hears Nothing but ignorance seems to appear Everyone enveloped in one’s self Setting aside others on a high ..
Words

Words

A Poem by Mylifeinheartbeats


A semi-political poem about not being heard above the roar of society.
Just listen

Just listen

A Poem by Angel Bird


Cinquain
Keep Listening

Keep Listening

A Poem by Matthew


Never forget to wake up.
Who's Voice

Who's Voice

A Poem by Solid Rock


Who's Voice are we listening to?
"Forever", he said.

"Forever", he said.

A Poem by Emily


I sort of just came up with this. Just jotted it down. Thought I should share it.
Dysfunction

Dysfunction

A Poem by Skylar Stone


I wrote this poem when I needed to get the words out, but I had no one to trust them with.
Beyond the Fabric of the Finite: Look past these eyes

Beyond the Fabric of the Finite: Look past these e..

A Story by Irma Chavez


The beast has a beat of its own, no heart, but a beat non-the-less. I can’t seem to be able to find a true center, or an outer boundary, all I c..
The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour

A Poem by Carissa Faulk


The darkest hours of the nightare those before the dawn.The quietest, too, are theywhen the earth gasps for a ray of light.The moon has fled, the star..

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5