Category: Spoken Word Podcast

MANY DOORS

Listen Now To Many Doors by Sam Tumblin

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  {“rendered”:”Better Life Exclamation by Sam Tumblin”}
  All of us in turn return with saturation The day as one with elation Better life exclamation
• WORLD’S INTERTWINED | SAM TUMBLIN
  WORLD’S INTERTWINED Looking at your beauty often blinds Voluptuous curves so well defined I’m so blessed our worlds have intertwined One union a bond that’s locked and enshrined Any other suitors heart will be maligned I’m so blessed our worlds have intertwined Looking at your beauty often blinds Voluptuous curves so well defined Glow This… Read more: WORLD’S INTERTWINED | SAM TUMBLIN
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  Wonderland by Sam Tumblin
  Happy in life to the fullest in my wonderland Wonderland by Sam Tumblin
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  Womb We Were Weave | SAM TUMBLIN
  From the womb we were weaveIn darkness our souls did cleaveNew decayed webs we now createIn this world, we navigate Each thread a story to tellIn this life we dwellWe spin our tales with graceIn this chaotic place Through trials and tribulationsWe find our revelationsIn the tangled mess we findBeauty in the bind So let… Read more: Womb We Were Weave | SAM TUMBLIN
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  Womb We Were Weave by Sam Tumblin
  Womb We Were Weave by Sam Tumblin
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  Winds Of Time by Sam Tumblin
  Ravages of time the wind only pays
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  WIND AND IT’S THRONE
  WIND AND IT’S THRONE It’s cold and the wind is strong Dust flying claiming its throne The air shivers me deep in my bone Each body part beg to be alone I grip my winter coat a little tighter Needing the warmth and brighter The sun is out but its still cold The wind howls… Read more: WIND AND IT’S THRONE
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  WHY THE FOCUS ON A ROSE? | Spoken Word Poetry Performance
  Why do we so often admire the rose? Its elegant petals, captivating fragrance, and timeless beauty draw us in. Yet beneath its charm lie thorns, reminding us that beauty is rarely without complexity. This reflective poem explores how we are attracted to outward appearances while often overlooking the deeper lessons hidden beneath the surface. Through… Read more: WHY THE FOCUS ON A ROSE? | Spoken Word Poetry Performance
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  WHY THE FOCUS ON A ROSE BY SAM TUMBLIN
  Why the Focus on a Rose Why the focus on a rose?We gaze gently at her pose.Admiring petals, soft and bright,Unfolding beauty in the light. Her vines stand firm through wind and weather,Strength and grace entwined together.We bend to breathe her sweet perfume,And find ourselves consumed too soon. Her fragrance lingers in the air,A silent… Read more: WHY THE FOCUS ON A ROSE BY SAM TUMBLIN
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  WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY
  WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY It’s all just whisphers slipping away If you say you love me but never say Maybe this a game you always play Kiss’em and love’em than go astray This is not how this suppose to be I want to hear your voice indefinitely You will always be mines for eternity Can’t you… Read more: WHISPERS SLIPPING AWAY
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  Whispers by Sam Tumblin
  WHISPERS colorless soothing lacecaressing my facedivine will never endwhispers of the windthank you my friendwhispers please don’t endcaressing my facecolorless soothing lace Picture credit PIXABABY Affiliate links are on post if clicked on I maybe compensated with a qualifying purchase.
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  Where Spring Once Bloomed
  Autumn leaves prepare to fall where spring once bloomed.
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  Where Silence Belongs By Sam Tumblin
  Where Silence Belongs By Sam Tumblin the greatest love song is not always sung aloud sometimes it’s found in silence far away from every crowd sometimes being alone teaches the soul to grow strong through quiet nights and wandering thoughts you discover where you belong who cares if they condemn or fail to understand your… Read more: Where Silence Belongs By Sam Tumblin
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  Where May Begins
  A calming spring poem about new beginnings, gentle breezes, and the peaceful beauty found in the quiet moments of May.
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  Where Manifestation Begins
  Where Manifestation Begins How do you say you manifest,If in your heart the vision you confess?Or do the two together blend,Until each helps the other mend?
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  Where I Call Home By Sam Tumblin
  Where I Call HomeBy Sam Tumblin What do I really call home,Endless paths beneath the dome.One stop here,Many pauses disappear. Faces faded like dying flame,Different towns but all the same.I carried sorrow carved in bone,A drifting soul forever lone. Then I learned through life’s cruel tome,The only place I truly call homeIs beside silence overgrown—Next… Read more: Where I Call Home By Sam Tumblin
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  WHEN YOU SEE RED BY SAM TUMBLIN
  WHEN YOU SEE RED What do you see when you see redUtter anger distress and dreadA heart that pounds a face that burnsA storm within that twists and churns A fiery spark a rising tideA battle fought but left insideYet when it fades so calm so clearWas all that rage worth holding near Next time… Read more: WHEN YOU SEE RED BY SAM TUMBLIN
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  When The Heart Is Dry
  WHEN THE HEART IS DRY Why is there a drought when there is rain?Maybe it’s an empty heart consumed by pain.Numb with tears and burdened by fears,Worn by the weight of so many years.Bathed in sorrow, with none to borrow,Seeking hope from friends tomorrow. Perhaps one day the drought will embrace the rain,And wash away… Read more: When The Heart Is Dry
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  When the Clock Stops by Sam Tumblin
  When the Clock Stops by Sam Tumblin What happens when the clock stops still,Everything quiet beyond all will,Like a weary tree once sharply chopped,Life feels frozen when the ticking stops. You look around but cannot see,Fear grows thick too dark to flee,Shadows whisper without a name,Nothing around feels quite the same. You ask aloud if… Read more: When the Clock Stops by Sam Tumblin
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  WHAT WAS MEANT
  What Was Meant Why do you say what you said,When you did not mean it that way?Was it to the listener’s heart you pled,Or were you running from past mishaps that stay? Words once spoken cannot retreat,Though intentions may have been sincere.A careless phrase can bring defeat,Or awaken an old forgotten fear. Perhaps the burden… Read more: WHAT WAS MEANT
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  What Really Is Hope

  What Really Is Hope What really is hope?A quiet light when shadows grope.A longing for solace through life’s embrace,A gentle strength in every place. To some, it stretches broad in scope,A fragile thread, a steadfast rope.Some seek escape through fleeting dope,While others sink to whine and mope. Yet those who find enduring peaceLearn that burdens […]

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