Whisperings


There is an utterer in my mind
Sometimes it shouts and is unkind

At times it sings a carefree tune
As if it’s a sunny day at noon

Oh, but it can be careless
Screaming at me with its furiousness

In the morn when I awake
I wait, I listen, for my own sake

There is a voice that is so sim
It’s hidden and arrives on a whim

But if you’re careful and direct
You may hear the spoken secret

The faint hiss may escape my mind
Then it’s no longer private
Then I can leave it behind

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Zaynub Elshamy

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I've come to write poetry quite late in live actually, but now I seem to have words and rhyme flow from my fingertips. I can write everyday and feel inspired by comments to push myself to try different forms and styles and not just write out one type of poem.More an eclectic bunch I would say, almost always with a positive groove!!
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Sweet Whisperings short poem prose poem

Surrendering to- Which they have no control over, Each day they are together- Every time they look at one another, They give each other a part of themselves. Whispering promises of tomorrow- Her dreams, his wings- In the embrace they