Best Language Poems

"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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Our Love Language

We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our romance
Like lava beneath that may unpredictably flare.

That magnetic attraction that began from the start
It drew us together, though obstacles abounded,
Devotion...

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The Language of Blue

Sinking into the lyrical language of blue
Prime layers of still solitude speak
 With muted voices
  In sapphire soprano rhapsodies,
Lines of bass blushes, electric flecks of neon fire.

Hear in dusky blue’s modal shafts of light,
  The peaceful plaintive sotto voce
 Set...

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When I think of poetry
I think of a child manipulating
his first steps, the wobbly nature
of his strides~that confused, meandering
toddle, and then trip and fall – the dear 
first efforts of us all. When I think of poetry,
I think of my introductory cords attempting
articulation: the naive...

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Polly had a pet parrot
She wanted to teach to talk
The parrot didn't want to
As parrots only squawk

Polly was frustrated
With her stubborn parrot friend
She was very persistent
Sure of winning in the end

Polly faced the parrot
And started to talk
The parrot bit her on the lip
Which made poor...

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I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

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FEELINGS


Feelings,
Masters of my destiny
Lords of my life
Strength of my dreams
Instigators of my actions

Burning fire you are 
Consuming my whole 
Being:
My heart
My mind 
My soul
My spirit,  
As you relentlessly
Demand: 
To be conceived
To be formulated 
To be understood
To be expressed!

A Herculean task it is,
I swear, 
Such...

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Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician 
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision 
to respond to you 
our multi-versed 
mathematical magician
Because even I know
all things aren’t equal 

I don’t know what it’s like
to grow up black and poor
and to wonder...

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Oh, eternal Poetry:

Divine language of the Gods

Soul of my soul

Thought of my thought

Breath of my breath

Heart of my heart.

On your enchanting chest

Let me forever linger

For

Your inspiring heartbeats

I yearn to hear

So as worthy verses for you
 
Everlastingly, to write!







© Dimitrios Tryfiatis
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There is a new English gang in town
In the town of Punctuation
They call themselves the “Punch U” gang
A solid gang with a strong foundation

The Punch-U gang members consists of:

Hyphen - the gang leader
They call him Dash
He is charismatic, clever, a born leader
Firm but fair…. excepting...

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I want conversations 
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky 
the dark and the stoic 
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic 
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic

Writers and poets
Dig down to the deep
Some are more honest
Others have secrets...

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My heart may break, wreathed in somber silence.
Yet I care, I search for valleys of peace,
where rare black orchids bloom through violence,
for fallen leaves too shall caramelize,
and kindness too will be what the wind sees.
Time is a traitor only truth can stain.
Are we lost, hiding...

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I love my broken English

Am in love with my broken English

Am honored to have two other languages

The ability to think from language to language is one that many don't experience 
The ability to bring vibes from one language to another is one, that many envy

Sometimes...

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In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring

So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it
No preposition required to be positioned right before it

No verb to do something to...

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There's a river that twists in the mind
that I plunder and ravish with sieves,
on crusades to the summit of rhyme
where my Phoenix of tropes and schemes live.

In a war to free diction's fair Queen
where the Soldiers of Babel bemuse
and the modern day graceless regimes
are in...

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