Language Poems - Poems about Language

Resisting The Repression Competition between a brother and sister Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger Ghostliness of a...

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Todd’s latest job’s in arbitrage He said it’s the hottest thing going I asked Todd, if that is the case why isn’t the field exponentially growing ...

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Putting my best foot forward shoulder to the wheel nose to the grindstone my Achilles heel while sticking my neck out I soon found as with my eye on the ball ear to the ground when I put my back into it not with tongue in cheek but to keep my chin up heard joints creak the onset of old age memory loss an early taste for in the end...

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I can't bring myself to read the front page news with which they string us along as portrayed by the views of those with a vested interest or the rest with an axe to grind who must think we're all just deaf dumb and blind to the truth of which there's more in the speech balloons of the funny characters in the Sunday cartoons it's all a...

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What's true for you even if it is insanity may not be the same for me as we each have our own reality 'There's two sides to every coin' some are said to say 'But what about the edge, when one is on display, showing tails and the obverse?' as a numismatist I insist even a mirror reflects the reverse yet when confronted with a conundrum maybe...

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One day I took the subway and I went around the world From one car to another a new nation’s flag unfurled The train took off from Brooklyn and I hopped on at Times Square and by the time that I got home I’d been most everywhere The couple that spoke Yiddish, and hurried on their way were deep in conversation which she ended with,...

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Been around the world seen some strange sights in my time and looking back my favourite is a roadway sign of yellow and black viewed in the U.S.A. which read (intellectually challenged?) 'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY' ...

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If the UK is as PC as some would have us perceive (tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves Boadicea's turning in her grave) it's incorrect on two counts would you believe and the US we should see as between '52 and '22 it was a Queendom not a Kingdom and either way that's sexist so to speak more accurately accordingly it should be the United Sovereignty ...

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Need words of affirmation. Need words, to make me feel loved, heard, accepted. Need words that seep in like warmth from a fire. Need words to communicate our adoration. Need words of affirmation. Am I not worth words to make me feel loved, heard, accepted? Am I not worth words that make me heat as if...

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I speak English— not because it is mine, but because it was burned into the soft clay of my childhood. They called it brilliance when I spoke the master's tongue, and shame when I whispered my grandmother’s lullaby. But language is not just words— it is blood, it is soul, it is memory coded in sound. Africa, how can you rise when you dream in the syllables of strangers? When...

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~ To the Melody of "Home on the Range" ~ Home, Home of the Brains Where Scrabble is endlessly played Where seldom is heard ...

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III. Shorty Rico continues. D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to ...

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2025.07.09 Wednesday. Ludwig van Beethoven wrote "To play a wrong note is insignificant, To play without passion is inexcusable". I have been distracted and emotionally affected, By this particular shop. Therefore, "To be served by a bunch of unlady like women Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another, At their shop in food court of the shopping centre Would be like to...

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Touch me where I do not tremble. Make of me a scent without a name. Let sound become what breath once was before it learned to speak. Let the tongue forget its hunger. Listen to me with the skin of thought. I seek no salvation, only time that vibrates beneath the skin. ...

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You know it's not what you know or who you know it's what you know about whom you know and I know you know 'You know' are the most abused over-used words today you know I'd be happy if never again I hear anyone say 'You know' but wherever you go there they are on the lips of all your friends and you know it never ends they're on TV and radio I'm so tired of listening to 'You know' you...

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