My voice whistles like the pine needles on a hemlock
My voice babbles like a brook.
My voice hums and thunks
like an old diesel truck
chugging down the road.
My voice bubbles like a lion cub's first, powerful roar.
My voice screeches like tires on hot asphalt.
My voice blossoms like a daffodil bursting through the winter snow.
My voice belongs to Philly cherry blossoms and their midnight song
My voice fractures; like an airplae hobbyist
I glue the fractions
So that my howl may be heard
My voice has cracks in it that let the light in
My voice can ride waves and climb wooded hills
My Voice travels the distance
My voice eats my city's songs
Is the wind drifting on the wind.
My voice drifts through the throngs of people wisphering sweet sugarplumes along the way
My voice slips on the ice
My voice warms itself in the sun
My voice melts into the rising air
My voice rustles like legs under cotton sheets.
My voice is like a puppy's bark!
My voice is like the clover in the meadow
at Goodyear Metropark which the bees raid to make honey.
My voice is quiet, calming and carries only so far.
So far have I discovered and paid heed
You're the best book I wanna read
My voice shouts out loud when I am with these nice and welcoming people from Ohio
Who are meant to be my protectors
My Voice is a songbird.
My voice in this strange decade is growing quiet--I think I want to hear your voice.
My voice swirls in the eddies
of the Cuyahoga River
flowing from my life to yours
Words are nothing but sounds that we give meaning
And my voice utters those sounds like the winds under a birds wing
I sing those sounds like a vocalist preparing to speak
My voice is an instument to love and to teach
My voice sings
It touches my soul with joy
It tells a story that I share with the world.
It is my all.
Like a hibernating song once strum on the 6 string,
it graces the wind with courage.
my voice surprises me
i need to pay attention
My voice yearns to join the world's chorus in seeking peace.
How will it be heard? What if it goes silent?
My inner voice is telling me,
the things I do not want to hear
My voice is sprinting through a moor
it resonates with a person,
that i do not want the world to see
What if my voice was silence because i was a human being..
what if there is silence because of human beings?
what if my voice got lost
how do i find it
My voice is the one that should be heard loudly
With my voice you hear the things which flow from my heart. With my voice I convey the purpose of my life. When you stop my voice you stop me from finding my true self.
Like an unpredictable river, I am never sure what I will find
The rushing waters carry me to deep recesses that I do not recognize
Above the surface the whale catches the light
But I will try to forge a new language that no one will understand
My voice is heard in leaves and wind and silent moonlight
A voice speaking words only hands can feel in your most quiet moments
My voice is a borrowed song of my ancestors long forgotten and never known.
My heart beats out the rhythm of the song emerging from my soul
My voice is like a bee, it is quiet but may also sting
And when I need to see, I retreat to the written words that ring
My voice is seen and heard in quiet
My voice is thrumming in my heart and my feet.
My voice speaks to me from the mirror,
But as my day starts, I tend to forget what it said.
My voive, my sweet voice will keep on shouting
As if the Dix family is the only one
I have ever met
Who am I?
A flesh and blood?
Eating and meeting
Whole day and night?
I am more
Than a lonely dove
Because I know
How to love.
My voice knows how to love.
My voice is a cello, deep and vibrant
My Voice is a pizza, tempting and delicious
My voice is a secret, hidden.
my voice rumbles
My voice is like the cars of Akron, always humming, humming
My Voice is like the Akron Skline: jagged, connected, whole.
My voice is rhythm on a tom-tom
interrupted by the snap of a snare.
It keeps time, makes music of my dreams.
My Voice is a cascading rainbow lost at sea.
My Voice is the clip of tap shoes after the trumpet's song.
My voice rolls after the thunder on summer nights.
My voice is the spirit of my mind
My voice is the engine of my car
My voice is herald of my faith
My voice is the bullet of my gun
My voice is the storm of a seasonal spirit
I have spoken without using my voice.
My voice thrums in the night like chopers in a far away dream.
My voice is the way my heart sings ...
My voice is gaining strength, realizing my dreams.
My voice is heard through the kindness in my heart.
My voice rumbles like the cars over the underway
My voice is the ringing of the bell
My Voice is loud like a Highway.
My voice is loud as a drum
My voice is like a horn to a school bus!
My voice is the shine in the sun.
My voice is like the cream in my coffee
My voice is a goat, greatest of all time, the goat, and forever the goat.
My voice is a dog because dogs are cool
my voice is loud like a screaming banshee at night.
My voice is silent like crickets at midnight
My voice is as loud as a gunshoot
My voice is soft as a violin
My voice is as strong as the wind
My voice is as loud as a rooster in a morning
My voice is fast like a moving rollercoaster.
My voice is as beautiful as beyonce's voice
My voice is as loud as a trumpet
My voice is beautiful
My Voice is soft like the rain.
My voice is as loud as a lion.
My voice is as loud as a golf swing
My voice is as bright as the sun
My voice is the beat of my heart
My voice is as beautiful as a brownie
My voice is the crack of my bone
My voice is the sound of a fishing lure cutting through the air.
My voice is like the big LOSE from the new england
My voice is loud like the 6am alarm
My voice is like me voicecrack
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My Voice is like a roaring lion
My voice is like the Akron skyline.
My voice swirls in the eddies
and whirlpools of the Cuyahoga River
My voice is a yellow tulip growing in the middle of the yard
My voice is as loud as an elephant trunk screaming anger at my mom
My voice is quiet like the Cuyahoga waving through green grass
My voice is like a roaring lion that screams at the world
My voice is like the rough waves crashing in the blue ocean
my voice is like a wolf howling through the wind
my voice is like a flute whisling in the air
my voice is like steady drum
My voice is extrodinary like the Cleveland Indians
My voice is like a dog because i like to eat
My voice is like a flute whisling in the air
My Voice struggles with words like the Browns
My Voice soars like the mighty eagle that flies above us A.H
My voice is like the screaming banchi in the wilderness A.M
My Voice is like the screams of the miillions of fans at the superbowl.A.M
My Voice is like the howel of the midnight creatures A.H
My voice is like the beat in a song
MY VOICE IS LOUD K.P
My voice is like the Akron skyline.
My voice jumps over the rainbow with a whisper of love
My voice is quiet, but meaningful
My voice tickles the roots of the grasses in the spring.
My voice is loud but can be strong amd powerful and beautiful.
Except when it is not
My voice is a clarinet it plays smooth
My voice is loud but funny
My voice is my imagination
My voice is soft like a baby blue color
My vocie is sad, but lovely
My voice is low like a baritione
My voice is loud like a lion
my voice is long like a girraffe
My voice is an angel from Heaven
My voice is the best of the best for the hood of the hood to the twon of twons...
Except that it isn't
It is...
confined in a world unwilling to listen
My voice dances the tango with Ron.
My voice is the generations who have come before me:
an artist starring at himself in the mirror.
My voice runs through the air like waves through your ear
My voice is heard through heaven and back
My voice is a train of generations pulling love and hate together
My voice is a lion
Roaring far ane near
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my voice shares the secrets of the joy of my community
My voice is the ache deep within the bones of those against me
My voice reflects louder and louder above those who drag me down
My voice is leveling the mountains as I rise to the ocasion
my voice is happy
My voice speaks compassion to those who are in the deep
My voice twinkles like all the stars in the night sky
my voice flows like a car on the highway
my voice is a defender of the truth
My voice runs like the blood in my veines
My voice is loud like a firework
My Voice Is Loud Like Kids Playing With Their Friends On A Summer Day
my voice is the applause after a success
My voice is the hum of the highway.
My voice is like a dog
My voice is like a ninja
My voice is like humming bird it's light and airy
MY IS SAM&CAT
MY MOMS VOICE IS LIKE A BEAR
JAI'A- PPY
My voice is like the sea is calm but dangerous
my voice is like a chicken nugget
MY VOICE IS JAI'LA
My voice observes the beauty of nature
and sings back the chorus of clouds
My voice cheers with blueberry joy
singing strawberry power
for all of Miller South to hear
My voice leaps for the wonders to be found in the galaxy.
Giving speeches to the stars, encouraging them to shine brighter,
giving colors to the planets.
It sings sweet songs to the Milky Way.
It swings from galaxy to galaxy doing all it can.
My Voice is a thunder strom wating to happen
My Voice is sad and lonely at times
but,always finds a way to make everything happy again.
It cries and screams and it is joyful.
It loves to yell and scream!!!!!
It loves to talk to its teammates and to its friends.
My voice!
My voice screams from the mountaintops like a thousand people
are on the top screaming that it is the best time to be alive.
To come outside and breath the fresh air.
This my voice don't be scared!!!!!!
My voice is like a sourpatch kid,
screaming it's sour and sweet butt off!!!!!!!!
My voice sings peace through the bright blue
and neon green in the pages of my coloring book
My voice is a muffled sound in a pillow at times
But it can also be a boomer of a bang with aching sounds
My voice yearns for peace and joy to wrap around mother Earth
Join in the chorus for balance!!!
My voice melts with the tears of rain
in spring, nourishing the roots of my life
My voice is thicc
My Voice is not begging it is demanding
My voice has been silent for too long
And now is obnoxious to my own ears
My voice is one of the many
teachers across this nation
crying to be heard:
"Let us teach! Let us reach
the children with art and creativity!
Let us be individuals--
not rows of bubbles on a scantron."
My voice is an echo, only a reminder of what others have said
it wants to be loud and be heard throughout the world.
My voice is like a robot
it hums and clicks with energy
My voice is like a rapper
Boots and cats and boots and cats
My voice feels like smooth blue velvet when you nudge me lovingly, wrap your arms around me in the night. Tastes like the sweetest, juciest cherry in the moody summertime. Sounds like a broken record humming your New York City name, as if I was born to call out to you. As if you could sense my dreamy infatuation in the sunshine when the light caresses your skin, when your feet gently meet the sidewalk and you believe yourself into the world.
My voice is like Oscar the Grouch.
My voice is like an angel.
My voice is like a candle.
My voice is like Oscar the Grouch.
My voice is like an angel.
My voice is like a candle.My Voice...
My voice is wind and sea, a breeze blows through my soul and comes out of my mouth when I allow. when I allow.
My voice is soft-spoken like a swan.
My voice is an echo in my mind that bounces toward you.
My voice is like biting into crisp apple.
My voice is a quest to find answers to questions.
My voice is sharp like the tongue.
My voice sings softer then it should until I find orange courage.
My voice dances like wild ponies in a cotton field.
My voice speaks my mommy's tongue
My voice is a powerful weapon that speaks out powerful words.
my voice is calming and queit like a silent room with no one inside.
My voice is powerful emotions like mad, sad, happy and silent
My voice is powerful emotions like mad, sad, happy and silent My Voice...
happy and sweet
my voice is so nice i don't have to speak twice
My voice, like this poem, is a never ending flow of thoughts.
