"voices we allow"
We leave the glass to let them pass, a crack to catch the wind,
But bar the gate before too late to keep the static banned.
For some will tread inside our head with heavy, muddy shoes,
While others creep into our sleep and leave us less to bother.
They bring their view to shape us new, or test the things we hold,
But we must sift the quiet gift from all the noise and dust.
A gentle tone becomes our own when it is softly spun,
To mend the seam of some old dream we thought that we must tend.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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most pleasant read my friend
Most valued response my friend ππ»ποΈ
most welcome
This is nicely written with internal rhyme that carries a rocking meter giving a feel of surety to this piece. There are some great buildups and lines in this short piece "For some will tread inside our head with heavy, muddy shoes" What a great image this is. Loved it my friend
A most treasured review dear Soren ππ»ποΈ
Always my pleasure my friend
Good write A.
Thanks Oππ»ποΈ
Nicely written. Your poem explores the tension between allowing certain influences into our minds while guarding against those that might disrupt our peace or distort our identity.
Most appreciated, Friendship, thank you ππ»ποΈ
As soon as you put the TV on there's people trying to influence you. As well as those Signs in Supermarkets telling you how much you are saving Shopping here. And the Prices keep going up. All Phycological Stuff.
Good Write.
And any device connected to the internet! πποΈππ»ππ»
Your not wrong.
Arqios, this really struck me. We all have those voices competing for space in our heads, and I love the reminder that we still have a say in which ones get to stay. Wonderfully thoughtful, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
And even then, they donβt need to reside to make an impact. Thanks Tittuππ»ππ»
Indeed. Youβre welcome!
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