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Language Poems - Poems about Language

Premium Member The Listener
Don’t listen too closely… thought can change the quality of ears; and what we hear is not always what has been spoken – currents of air carry sound differently -- each atmosphere a mixture of pros and cons antagonists – Brahma, not always a predictable in and out breathe. Besides, Gods can be quite contrary, taught to us by the Greeks and...

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Categories: god, humanity, journey, language,
Form: Free verse
A Language Affair
Do you write pretty words with a message unchanged Does intent leave you vacant the darkness sustained Do you ponder and flirt in a language affair Do you kiss and then tell without promise or care Do you vow to do better with love on reprieve Does your heart leave you jilted next breath — to deceive (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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Categories: language, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member A Poet’s Syntax on Trial
"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." (W. H. Auden) They sit in their glass-paneled chambers, these judges, tuning their ears to the hum of silicon— eyebrows raised at every metaphor too deft, too dressed, too drenched in sense. Who wrote this? they ask, tapping screens that blink like oracles but lie like...

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Categories: fire, identity, judgement, language,
Form: Free verse
The Poet
Once upon a dreary time A boy set out to note a rhyme Pen in hand with paper lined Prepared he was to share his mind But thoughts lay barren and confined Without sense, reason, or rhyme Suffered he did this weary time Both his soul and cheerless mind His eyes grew dark, his face grew lined And tho he sought to redesign Something, anything...

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Categories: angst, confusion, heartbreak, language,
Form: Rhyme
Didn't we all become poets ii
/ "Like Open-Mic Explosions from the End of Language". ~ Chat-GPT / _____ Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle; fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble - To wit: - the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me. Far far ready to say maybe to love; moved in half-dream to plumb half-baked memories. ("But weren't their novel 'dogs-of-war' and lovely...

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Categories: language, allusion, america, hip hop,
Form: Free verse



Shallow End Of The Pool
When handed a stuffed pullet looks like a stunned mullet should I turn surly in high dudgeon please don't bludgeon this old curmudgeon and not to be outdone altho' I am an only son blame my parents by all means as I'm the result of their poor genes which run the gamut of the spectrum but I don't care one bit not a jot nor give a sh*t more politely put I...

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Categories: language, animal, bird, fun, how
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Truth
Truth is not for everyone -- some prefer lies...some prefer dyes, and not natural soul color. Some prefer love~ and some just mouth the word...never to be heard nor felt deeply nearer the heart. It's like that with most things, the prose and cons of openly living as opposed to falsely revealing: Some contrive a story-line, while other authors...

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Categories: language, language, literature, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Why Use Foul Language
Are nasty words used to express emotions to a heighten degree Am i suppose to understand you any more than you understand me Vocabulary words isn't hard to learn and to use I can use words that aren't so nasty and still blow a fuse Stand up comedy isn't the same due to foul language When it comes to being...

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Categories: language, mentor, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form: Didactic
Roots Without Soil
## I Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps, each stone beneath my feet weighs heavy with goodbye. My shadow walks backward through forgotten maps, following roads that no longer know my name— a compass spinning wild and blind, a voice that stumbles over foreign words. ## II The city erases me as I...

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Categories: language, political, prison,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Aristotle and the Parrot
Aristotle, doth he opine, That parrots grow saucy with wine. I can't help but think He drove it to drink, The source of its moral decline....

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Categories: language, animal, bird, drink, funny,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member The Paradiddle of Being - Book Three: Just Be
IX. In the ICU, machines create their own songo— ventilator, heart monitor, IV pump— forming an accidental orchestra the clutch of machinery holding time like a hi-hat choking its own decay. Underneath the electronic rhythms the human body maintains its own stubborn organic tempo— proving that even at the edge of existence we are fundamentally musical beings. The climate protestor's chant becomes a militant clave pattern— Save our planet!...

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Categories: language, community, dance, faith, friendship,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Overlooked Quotes
If only wings all words would soar...too many anchors yet to endure. Knowing is maybe less important than living? Certainly we are not here, to teach God anything. We soak in our grief -- till the black robed thief returns us. Traveling more deeply in sometimes is the only way out. We travel and...

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Categories: inspirational, language, literature, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Der Dichter Im Himmel
[German Version] Wenn Gott seine Hand über das Land schwingt, wirft er Blautöne, gab er uns allen ein Skript zum Lesen, bei Kerzenlicht und silbernem Mond, wenn Engel weinen und Sterne fallen, wird der Dichter im Himmel über uns alle aufsteigen, wenn der Himmel grau wird, und all unsere Gefühle sich mit den Jahreszeiten ändern, ergreife einen Topf voll Gold, wenn Gottes Regenbögen seine Gründe...

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Categories: angel, god, heaven, language,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Me, Myself and I
Being a lover and a poet That's as melancholy as we know it Me, myself and I Collide with you, yourself and mày...

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Categories: language, language, poets,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member The Lunacy of Language
Ah, words, the lunacy of language The cackling currency of the confused Squandered in vain attempt at conversation Words, the spit balls and snow balls of youth Sharpened to become the epees of aging Slashing thrusts rendering opponents silent Daggers wielded swiftly in rhetorical deceit Pretentious pandering of pointless swords Dancing on the edge of a quiet moment Words, guttural curses of hurled...

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Categories: language, language, words,
Form: Free verse

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