Best Colloquy Poems

Weather Colloquy


I have seen the storm-
cometh with angry tones
steady in its wrath
dropping massive hail stones

I have seen the sky-
wet earth to its core
steady with its rain
pelting down forever more

I have felt the hot sun-
naked fire upon my back
steady with its heat
so fierce was its attack

I have endured the cold-
winter blasting all about
steading with its ice
wind...

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As for the Silence of Clouds
By David J Walker

How random the trek of thoughts
Floating through the grey ether of  imagination 
In  connected but disassociated ways

Like stray clouds 
Passing by with 
Nothing to say

Each a form of its own meaning
Needing to be painted on a canvas 
of thick paper and  plain words 

A...

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Will you wait for me 
till the moon parts the clouds 
and the lake looks serene ?

A reticent encounter;
I want to speak through- 
silence. A shadow play will do. 

Mystic nights weave- 
a conspiracy. The insects 
hover like words.

A lamp ? No I will 
burn my bridges to illuminate
the river.

Between the math- 
and a story...

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“Never once doubt that my love will survive,
Blessing you always while you are alive.
When our hearts beat no more, love we will share.
All of eternity love will be there.”

So you would say to me, but you were wrong:
Love’s but a blossom frail or a brief song,
Withered the petals, the music off-key.
Sometimes I think that you...

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I hear myself talking to the radio;
the shock-jock stops pushing words 
into my vehicle,
a pause, as if he is listening.
I don’t get paid for my opinions
my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant,
just ears and a vast echoing space between them.

The dead-air threatens to kill its audience.
The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth
moves...

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A Colloquy of Perfection
David J Walker

It was before words were created 
to be misunderstood

Before a colloquy could be called 
To describe the
depression or crying or dying 
Around a primitive campfire

Long before numbers were ordered and  
used to count the cost
Of a contest tossed into the flames

Before innocence was lost
In the names of
prophecies of profits...

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