
Ooko’s prompt guidelines
“Voices Beneath the Silence”
Write a poem that gives voice to what is usually left unsaid — a buried truth, a silenced voice, a hidden struggle, or the quiet ache of the heart. Let your words speak for what the world tends to overlook: an internal conflict, a marginalized experience, a truth tucked between breaths.
You may write from personal experience, an imagined lens, or even embody the voice of an inanimate object or force of nature. All forms and lengths are welcome — whether you choose free verse, haiku, sonnet, prose poetry, or something entirely your own.
Optional: Weave in metaphors of sound, silence, echoes, or resonance to deepen your imagery.
This prompt invites vulnerability, transformation, and truth-telling. Let your poem be a space where the unspeakable is finally heard.
Hidden Strife
moonlight glows across a field
hidden shadows come and go
saddened thoughts no longer yield
as loss is felt just as I know
the pitter patter sound of the rain
is like my heart beat sound
for through my body I feel pain
no peace within yet found
but love I have and call to mind
still present in my life
for some of us still left behind
are left with hidden strife
©2025 CBialczak

hi, Christine 🙃
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Carol Anne is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thank you! I will try to get to it while waiting for my connecting flight!
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Such a sad poem, Christine! Beautifully written but sad.
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette!
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Your rain is like the tears in your sad and expressive poem, Christine. Beautiful 🌹
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Thank you Lesley
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Grief lives for ever, hand in hand with love, something we all experience and yet the feeling is only our own… your poem is beautiful Christine💞
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Thank you
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We carry these losses with us always, even as life goes on. (K)
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Christine, I feel the ache woven into each line — quiet but unrelenting, like the rain you describe.
~David
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A very moving poem Christine
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A sorrowful feel to this – not just the topic but the tempo…. Well done Christine!
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thank you
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Beautiful Christine.
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Thanks Di. I guess with the timing it wasn’t so hard to find the words.
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❤❤❤❤❤
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