I Speak By You Poem by Unwritten Soul

I Speak By You

Rating: 5.0


Today,
I become mute
As I lost my words
Cant spell, can even hold them
In my tongue, In my hand
Words are prohibited for me, maybe...
How could I, How could I say my mind
How could I, How could my heart tells

Of the silent day until the moon wakes up
I wander, just looking around,
Watching the wind by the swaying leaves
A flying paper falls before my eyes,
Lay on the table
The same wind, roll the pen to my fingers
It must be a magic, a miracle
As when I hold the pen
It shares the words as the paper revealed
But the sounds... Much familiar
As much as my mind and heart talk,
Is that me or pen steals my words
And now... Someone is reading this
I...I still mute
But I believe I speak much louder now
Either by the voice of you
Or the echoes
That sound silently in your heart

Still I wonder
Oh pen do u really reading me
Or you are my voice that i lost
To speak loud
By someone voice

It made me realise, mute can be heard
Now I speak... by the voice of you

Friday, January 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: expression,writing
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A tribute to writers and poet, even to someone like me, who speak with true tones when we are alone... I mean the sound of our mind, our character... That usually reflected on the paper. Sometimes when we tell a word, by using narrative ink... It read by many lips, it played by many mind and echoes in many hearts...i believe it is a voice within the lines, from the writers.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 31 January 2020

From the heart, to the mind, to the paper from the pen, Though our voices mute, our thoughts still stream my friend. A beautiful and poignant write.

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Mj Lemon 01 February 2020

Magnificent, Soul! This reminds of those times when another can articulate perfectly what I am thinking but cannot seem to find...my own words. This is one of your finest verses!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 05 February 2020

A poem of great depth. Beautiful, perceptive and powerful. Yes, though our minds are unique, there are times that our thinking is in parallel with another especially in cases of Poets and writers. We think and write by using our minds and more with our hearts. It is on this premise that we could feel, see and understand one another. Our thoughts reverberate in other' s heart and mind even in the very soul.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 05 February 2020

A great poem that majority of us resonates with. So tenderly, vividly and brilliantly expressed. Beautifully written tribute.Loved it.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 06 February 2020

It read by many lips, it played by many mind and echoes in many hearts...i believe it is a voice within the lines, from the writers. GOOD THOUGHT PROCESS

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 03 July 2020

Speechless and inspired to pen, thoughts dropping on paper superbly. Kudos for this muse! Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'the corona catastrophe '

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 March 2020

As when I hold the pen It shares the words as the paper revealed But the sounds... Much familiar As much as my mind and heart talk, ....what a mesmerizing expression! It is a great tributes to writers and poets and poetesses. Thanks for sharing.

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 March 2020

Excellent tribute poem to the true heart of writings. Indeed in the alone time only the true written expression gives best accompanying to the another true heart//// like this poem very much

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Anjandev Roy 04 March 2020

Brilliant piece. anjandev roy.

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Muhammad Ali 18 February 2020

It happens so, sometimes if writer is a medium just like a pen or paper. Creation in any shape does posses some mystery. Nice poem friend.

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