New Poem: Louder Than Words

I am finally back after the insanity that has been the last few weeks! Between setting up new book events, working my (regular) job, and writing the third book in the series, I haven't had much time for anything else. Fortunately, I've been writing a lot of new poems, and compiling some of the best (at least, in my opinion) for Dauntless.

Soon, I plan to write some posts about subjects other then my books and poetry, I have a lot I want to write! Time management has always been a friend to me, but as I get busier, it's become harder to breathe! Whoever told me that summer break would be less crazy then a semester was wrong, or at least, in my case! Oh well, at least I'll get to vacation before school starts back up.

The poem that I will share with you today is called "Louder than Words", and was borne after a long day that prompted deep thought. Sometimes I'm convinced that my best poems come to fruition in the oddest hours of the morning, but oh well! I really hope you enjoy it, as it was a lot of fun to write!

Louder than Words

I love the depth of mind-crafted words

Precious thoughts inscribed in ink

The heart's true intent, that like a bird

Wings it's way to glory, refusing to sink

The pen is mighty, stronger then blades

Oh, how fitting that it bends the swords

Should warriors tremble at the sound, afraid

For don't they know war is louder than words?

Discriminate not, in passion the fiery tongue

Meant to be heard, a pounding drum

That breaks from the pages and through lungs

Calling for all who crave depth to boldly come

Why hide your face, did disgrace promise aid

In a life scrambling for meaning, craving truth?

So much empty talk, but is anyone unafraid?

Can an ear bend to works grand in breadth?

Shadows dwell where pools of light should be

Eyes show shattered windows to empty souls

Hungering for the ability to boldly live free

Speaking words of truth beyond their control

Like vines, the whispers tangle

Desperate to breathe in wonder

Their minds, oh so strangled

Can blind eyes ever see color?

The world is muted and violent

But there's a glimpse of light

In kind words that shatter silence

Ringing in ears longing to fight

The pen is mighty, stronger then blades

Oh, how fitting that it bends the swords

Should warriors tremble at the sound, afraid

For don't they know war is louder than words?

(Picture not mine, found on google images)