The whisper

The whisper

A Poem by Joel Armstrong
"

wrote this poem when all seemed hopeless.

"

The whisper

The days of yore have passed away,

When darkness rules this earth,

When it creeps into my heart,

The light of my hope , my essence ,

Cedes into oblivion

 

I lay bleeding , upon the altar

Of despair,

Hard as stone ,as black as death

As cold as ice,

I await my end , calm,

Composed,

For I have no hope,for I bleed not red

But blue.

 

I hear a whisper,as silent as if

It never existed.

But I hear it yet again,

That whisper.

I strain my ears to listen

To its wisdom,

For I have none left.

It told me its golden words,

Shocked I am,

For  it is indeed wise,

This whisper of mine soul.

It said,

“For every dusk,

There is a new dawn”.

© 2016 Joel Armstrong


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The soul is really two sided, for it can bring salvation but also sorrow and chaos but as long as the voice of the whisper is still inside your soul, one can still receive salvation and the hope that one deserves. This poem can generate hope, for the end of the poem is the moment that we can taste the sweet nectar named salvation. This poem must be heard in this world of us, for the truth is one of the truths that must be known and so, your poem will live forever in the hearts of the one who understands your message.

Good job :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The soul is really two sided, for it can bring salvation but also sorrow and chaos but as long as the voice of the whisper is still inside your soul, one can still receive salvation and the hope that one deserves. This poem can generate hope, for the end of the poem is the moment that we can taste the sweet nectar named salvation. This poem must be heard in this world of us, for the truth is one of the truths that must be known and so, your poem will live forever in the hearts of the one who understands your message.

Good job :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this collection of words does throw imagey into the brain and paint an atmosphere of desperation and resignation until the ubrupt end. I don´t really know what to think yet so I´will give it another pass after breakfast. Cheers!

Posted 9 Years Ago


I just read it again. And it reminds me of a short line from a movie. Lol. I don't know how the two come together...but hell, here it is.
A short line from the movie Rocky.
"And when you fall down, Get up you son of a b***h, get up cuz Micky loves ya" lol. Thats what the coach said. Lol. Anyways, 100 points.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dani The Unreviewed

9 Years Ago

Two possible reasons... One: extremely excited. Two: extremely bored.
Joel Armstrong

9 Years Ago

Two I guess.but its not bcuz of the fact that I get bored.it really gives me a damn headache so I ki.. read more
Dani The Unreviewed

9 Years Ago

Oh... I see.
This makes me think. Think that you wrote about losing all hope, all strength...hitting rock bottom. And since you couldn't go lower...the only place you can go is up. Anyhow...thats my best guess. Rating 100

Posted 9 Years Ago


My interpretation tells me that it is a redemption of a writer through ink. I guess most of us are who tend to write. A profound poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The last line reminded me of the line "The darkest hours of the night come just before the dawn",-The Alchemist,Paulo Coelho. This poem started with a desperate note ending with a hope... I was taken from abyss of dark to pinnacle of hope. I am glad i cam here to read it. Its not the final state of helplessness whs when you still have a hope. Remember chances are always second lasts.. So take heart. more is yet to come. *keep writing*
~Sophy

Posted 9 Years Ago


first of all Joel, it's hard to write poetry as an attentive or aggressive pursuit but easy
if you give consideration to circumstances or contingencies. And that's what jumps off the page
for me. That whispers are only whispers when the room is the quietist. But the soul
rarely speaks in a quiet voice my friend. It shouts and screams and bends your fingers backwards..

Others before me have said 'beautiful' and I agree. This is beautiful if beauty is that which
makes allowances for our permissible selves.

well done sir ....dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joel Armstrong

9 Years Ago

Thanks dana. But here I wanted to showcase a situation where hopelesness drowns out the screams of t.. read more
h d e rushin

9 Years Ago

but I was at an art show my sister gave recently and the artist of this extreme abstraction
s.. read more
Joel Armstrong

9 Years Ago

Thanks dana.
This is such a good piece..The Intrinsic motivation that is very much needed to succeed in life. Good one Joel:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Joel: am stopping at oblivion (beautiful): I hear a whisper,as silent as if It never existed. I love it! I am trying to type something meaningful, but you have taken my soul to a new height - Joel, I am awestruck by the beauty - the theme and it's message. You have been blessed with a great gift and I am captivated. The ending is phenomenal as well. Thank you so much for this lovely writing I will not forget. Beautiful, amazing. Dale

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Joel Armstrong

Ernakulam, Kerala, India



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