Best Call Poems

Call on me when your boat is sinking,
you’re blown off course, or you’ve run aground,
call on me when you’re lost in the wilderness,
call on me when you want to be found.

Call on me when the tough decisions
you have to make are too hard to bear,
when...

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You call me insensitive,
But I don't believe that's true;
Because, you see,
It's all about me.
It's not about you.

You say your opinion doesn’t matter,
That I’ve no respect for your point of view;
But I do if we agree,
Because it’s all about me.
It’s not about you.

You say I’ve no...

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He left his sneakers by the shore
A backpack too, was laid aside
to pick up when the sun had died

He claimed his other gear, instead
The thrill of rapids filled his head
and sounds of water drew him in
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The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.

Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.

If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see...

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My art delights me, covers my walls.
Smiling, dancing, laughing magical beings.
Reminding me how much I love to choose colors.
Appreciated by no one as much as myself.

Proud neon colors saturate my house,
My artwork is in nearly every room,
Each room a challenge. Which one is the best?
Which...

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                  In the silence; haunting echoes I can hear
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And We Call It……

Sprinkles, drizzles,
Mists and downpours;
Torrents, cloudbursts
Liquid sunshine;
Showers, deluge,
Mists and squalls,
Gully washers -
Thunder showers.

Pelting, pounding,
Soaking, drenching;
Dancing, pouring
Cats and dogs;
Bursting, drifting
Floating, falling,
Coming down
In buckets.

Comes in summer
Rides on thunder,
Comes in autumn
Twirls on whirlwinds;
Comes in winter
Plays with blizzards;
Comes in springtime
Floats on breezes.

Puddles, pools
Of standing water;
Dripping eaves –
Filling...

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You must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. 
Robin Williams - Dead poets society

Poets are born, 
not manufactured.
The moment when life said:

"Recite a poem for me."

Verses began to...

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Lifeless tree
deep summer swell
mind is weapon 
sky is hell   
branch is thorn
silence key
gateless godless  
atrophy

Summer fire 
winter locks
ice and flame 
in equinox
bloom and buzz
fruit alight 
yet lifeless tree
in darkness blight

Hint of blood
in gnarled bough
spits of life
somewhere somehow
chain of fire
knitted sun
whip and thrash
in...

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Regarded as a warrior 
this is true
Respect shown her a 
definite must
Depth in knowledge 
always knew
Not one to be flattered 
by the lust

The fool she had played 
long ago
Life's experience gave 
her an edge
Not what's said but what 
you show
Her shield she had taken 
a...

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They call to me
These poems
Lost minstrels
Singing in a silent
Wilderness
A sunrise
Gently awakening
A forest
Soft rain
Tickling flowers
Fall winds
Whispering
In the pines
Chipmunks
A moonlight kiss
Remembered
The circles
Of a lazy hawk
The scent
Of her pillow
The angst
Of a sorrow
Recalling a tear
These words
These poems
Calling me
To the keyboard
Enticing me
To write
These poems
...

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Forever will I long for you 
Remembering your love each day
Enabled me to make it through  
Each time I shipped away 
Do not be afraid," I said, 
Oblige me in this task I take
Many people depend on me 
Soldier's love do not forsake

Come to...

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I envy those living as part of the wild
For I too, once heeded its call
A smoldering ember since I was a child
Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall.

I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream
Felt the tremble as you push through your fear
Stood...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you off 
or told you "later" on. 
She was there, 
when the world, 
was not.  

Not everyone has one, 
"someone"...

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The Bewitching Call of the Siren

She ululates a forlorn desire for a human love;
She’s pure evil, not from God’s Heaven above.
This siren’s seductive melody is heard on all seas,
And even on the largest lakes and flowing rivers;
Bringing even seafarers near Die Lorelei to shivers! 
Beguiling...

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