My soft voice, you say;
when a roar is expected, too gentle.
I stand in a veiled tense of tenderness
and your eyes judge.
I do not wither 'neath your gaze, did you notice
my eyes at yours; and in drizzling rains,
I still walk empty streets searching
damp city air for my freedom.
And when lightning flashed
those hot summer nights, and heavy air
teased our bare skin; I did not flinch,
but taught you to count to thunder.
When howling hurricanes come to strike down
walls holding the sea, and skies turn in seeming anger
staring down gasping life; when evil crosses
the doorway, in the pitch of darkness
I stand there too,
commanding storms with my whispers,
promising never to leave your side;
standing with my small voice
breath and faith near your ear,
and my ever quiet whispers
close to your heart.
In a list
A contest entry
- One Poem A Week...A Series/ Week 6 Featuring PerfectImperfection by poet2angels.
800 points, ended February 17, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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525 points, ended February 29, 2008, 41 entries
Gold trophy winner
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1800 points, ended April 10, 2008, 11 entries
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1600 points, ended April 15, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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2625 points, ended April 17, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Absolutely beautiful The poem can be read on several levels depending on the readers approach of the moment. I love the concept that loud is not the same as strong. Wonderful write.
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Obviously I am not the only one to say, "Wow". This is a wonderufl poem, very moving and so full of the very faith and commitment that we, as human beings seem to be forever searching for. It's a treat to read a well written, wondrfully positive moment in the scheme of love and loving, especially since there are so many verses of heartbreak and tortured feelings out there.
Beautiful write
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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Thank you, Genie...
this poem came from a discussion i had with a friend about loud and soft voices... i think it is what is said that makes the voice strong... anyway...thank you so very much for your kind, generous...most meaningful comments, and I agree...this is something we all seem to seek... PK
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four gold trophies says it all.
WONDRFUL POEM Peteskid!!!!!
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Here you show that your voice may sound soft, and it's is soft just like soft is your heart, to those you care about. Yet, for what I have read on your page, poems about politics and society issues, I do know that your voice can sound very hard too.
I believe you have both sides and use them very wisely; soft when you want, hard when you must be.
Excellent poem and deserved of all the prizes!
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well, for a "small voice" it sure'z hell yells loud!
if i EVER see you in a contest i want to enter...um, buh-bye!!! i won't bother 
i hope you are getting your stuff published, man!!! anyway, i loved the soft spoken voice, in combination w/the overpowering storms: lightning, rain, thunder, hurricanes...what a great contrast!!
Rianna
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good lord!! i haven't read yet, but what the heck??? 4 golds??? holly cow!!! it must be good! but of course, it's PK!!
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Not content with a single gold, I see, 'skid!
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Hi Mairi-
I had a little discussion about loud and soft voices, one warm night... so this poem was a reply...'skid
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A rock that holds steady in the storm, moving close to protect and keep safe. I loved the images, the language used, your voice-not quite so small.
What a dear and precious poem this is and rightly adorned with so many gold trophies.
When read aloud, your line breaks and punctuation add so much emotion and 'whispers' where needed. Absolutely exquisite writing.
Excellent. ~Pamela
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A truly magnificent whisper. As before, I just love it. So beautiful.
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I loved this when I gave it gold and I love it now...Beautiful and passionate...One of your very best
Lynda
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Oh, my. This is so affecting. To hear the quiet voice and to feel it's strength, resilience and inspiration is just swooning to think about. I love the counting to thunder as the perfect picture of peace and composure. I also loved the "I stand there too," following the string of devastations. That phrase, set off too itself, just multiplies the effect of the statement it makes. Love the understatement of the title. Lots of amazing stuff with language and imagery, but such beauty and such stalwart quiet--I am in awe.
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Well deserved Gold trophies for this poem.It speaks of standing together no matter what is thrown at you.Weathering any storm.The strength of a true and meaningful relationship, Ros
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I finally seem to have gotten your style of writing This yet again was very well written, perhaps not as 'thoughtful' as the others you wrote but filling that void with the emotions in it.Very well done and deserving of the gold
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Amazing, amazing entry... thats all I can see.
It was defiantly worth those two Gold trophies, and much more.
The phrasing... flow... everything, stunning
Wonderful work Peteskid. Congrads.
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Congrats, congrats, congrats, PK!!! Awesome Poem, much deserved trophy.
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Congratulations for placing 1st out of 100 entries.
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Beautiful. I'd give anything to have someone who i could say this to.
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I feel ya on that.
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isnt it ironic how the most passionate ones are also the ones who feel alone? lol
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maybe were to picky. it hurts, but, we're still young. It was your birthday yesterday, wasn't it?
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haha yeah. i know i'm picky. but its not because i'm stuck up, i just dont believe in leading someone on who i am not ever going to be attracted to, you know?
My birthday was wednesday. :]
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BRAVO! BRAVO!
WEll written feast of a poem!
That was so smartly written, and the imageries really
spoke to our hearts on many levels!
well done dear poet, well done!
feast of a poem!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen/Seattle. BRAVO! BRAVO!
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this was very powerful though i like more gentle yet still complex
this was beautiful and creative the words were each masterpeice
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Lovely
Well done for this piece of writing. It's a gorgeous thing. A very touching poem.
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Excellent Write
Amazing, dynamic, piece of work. You voice just can't be small when it protects what you love. Even spoken softly it has the power to heal the heart of a child...from fears...novy
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A father to a child? I would imagine so. This made my heart cry out for every child to have a father such as this. Even for you this is beyond anything...
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The second extended metaphor I have seen today (and I have only read two poems!). All the uncontrollable strength of extreme weather measured against your small voice. Good work - do well in the contest.
Good wishes,
from one whose family nickname is
"Little Voice"
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Thank you Mairi
Little voice...wow...that is so nice, ironic a bit for a writer of rising promise...thank you ...PK -
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{chuckling} If you heard me speak, you would know why I got that nickname. Let's just say I don't recite my own poems.
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This piece took my voice away. Such strength and vision in a said "small voice". The emotions here speak volumes..loud and clear. Awesome work ! Blessings. d
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No small voice, indeed!! This is exquisite poetry if I've ever seen it. The semi-colons caught me off guard at times, but all in all this is brilliant, absolutely brilliant. No other words can describe the feeling and sensation I experience after reading this piece.
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Brilliant!!
I love the imagery here, it is very intense! Great, great poem!!
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"I stand there too,
commanding storms with my whispers,
promising never to leave your side;
standing with my small voice
breath and faith near your ear,
and my ever quiet whispers
close to your heart."
this is an absolutely beautiful poem..
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WOW! This is quite incredible phrasing, imagery, mood, emotion... such beauty in both vulnerability and strength. I just love this poem!
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"I stand there too,
commanding storms with my whispers,
promising never to leave your side;
standing with my small voice
breath and faith near your ear,
and my ever quiet whispers
close to your heart."
An excellent, inspired piece of work, laden with tenderness & promise...I see Wendy was quite pleased & impressed. Good luck in Lynda's contest, Poet. Wanda
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I just cannot believe that anything I wrote could have inspired something such as this!
You are such a talented writer... I say that not because you entered such a contest - but because you really just blew me away.
"And when lightning flashed
those hot summer nights, and heavy air
teased our bare skin; I did not flinch,
but taught you to count to thunder."
Incredible write!!!
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the pleasure is mine to write to help Lynda honor one of my fav's; thank you for your wonderful words...PK
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This totally rocks. I adore this one!!! I like how you so gently but passionately disprove the false assessment at the beginning. The following stanzas answer in a stalwart meekness that reveals such beauty and resiliance of character. This one was vivid and lovely. To me, tenderness is a sign of strength, self-assurance and a fervent heart, and is all the opposite of weakness. Beautifully spoken.
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Very beautiful poem!
Mari
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"commanding storms with my whispers"
gentle strength, this is a lovely poem
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Read quickly. (Heading out for daily grind.) Well done. Good luck. Write on. One.
Dez
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Beautiful!
I loved the feeling and depth caught in the poem. It is simply lovely. I especially loved the lines
"I do not wither 'neath your gaze, did you notice
my eyes at yours; and in drizzling rains,
I still walk empty streets searching
damp city air for my freedom."
Exquisite imagery, excellent phrasing.
I loved it to bits!
Hugz,
Sunflower.
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Ahh this is soft and gentle just as raindrops are on an expectant face, trying to kiss the one who gives her the love she yearns for. Love, C
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Sigh~
This is beautiful...From the perfect title, to the ending...
Soft and lovely...
"I do not wither 'neath your gaze, did you notice
my eyes at yours; and in drizzling rains, "
I LOVE THOSE LINES!
Her poem is so beautiful and you did her justice with this gorgeous piece...
Lynda
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oh my I love the feeling you get from this piece..totally breathtaking, very well done here!!
Good luck
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