Best Talking Poems

Lovely golden red-tinged leaves seem lost in conversation,
Eloquently rustling as they flutter to the ground.
Autumn’s breeze is whispering to them a revelation.
Vanquished they are soon to be.  Vanished – they will have no sound.
Eerily the evening creeps, its shadows enveloping the trees.
Stirring in the...

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Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous people learn to live
with trees mindfully hand in hand.

Listen to branches rustling hymns
through silent sounds in their limbs.
Mighty Maples murmur...

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I sit with the wall against my back. The wall refuses to move despite endless requests.

The door opens and closes its mouth, it wishes to say something, but nothing comes of it, only its letterbox chatters ceaselessly and without any deep meaning to it, drops...

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I like talking to the stars
They are the best listeners of my wars
Excellent keepers of my secrets
And so we know each others traits
They Comes every night to celebrate their height
Me being an audience lost in their show of light
Stare at them, get connect with them
They...

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Seagulls talking
what's the matter?
fussy squawking
seagulls talking...
Waddle walking
pavement patter-
Seagulls talking
what's the matter?

Birds discussing
“Took my breadcrumb!”
Angry fussing
birds discussing
seagull cussing
“Hey, I want some!”
birds discussing
“Took my breadcrumb!”...

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The alarm clock brushed my teeth and then forced me to drink orange juice.
As I looked out the window, a cement sky was pulling down the corners of my mouth.
The newspaper on my front steps was wetter than a spitball. Trying to read it was...

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The seasons change with time,
picture mother nature 
as a fashion designer 
who can't make up her mind.
Talking to the trees:
Ok, everyone, everyone,
fashions for fall.
Green is no longer in,
let's try red.
yellow.
and brown.
Oh, never mind 
let everything 
fall to the ground.
I know! 
Why don't I let you...

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*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.


Who plays the straight man for the one known as 'Schmoe?'
It's the Jester who juggles where ever Schmoe tells him to...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.

I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps...

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He called me a fat stupid old sow
Said my **** was the size of a cow!
So now we’re not talking
In fact, I am walking
From his life … I’ll go pack my bags now!

N/A in Leaves talking Contest

Submitted to any poem that got an N/A in...

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"TALKING TO GOD BY A BOX FAN"


hi God:

it's 3:33 in the morning and
I don't know what to do. 
everything is upside down.
there are red eyes sitting 
over the kitchen table and
they are all laughing and
eating and singing.
I haven't slept right in weeks 
and you wake...

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When he's chalking trouble deep,

He'll be talking in his sleep,

If you peep, then you will find 

The fear that creeps in his mind;



Grunting and groaning in pain,

You'll hear him moaning again,

Those mutterings won't be clear,

His stutterings seem severe; 



He pours out his dreadful dreams,

A sudden...

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Whether you love me 
Or just love what I do for you
You are a blessing.
You are a legend
To me you are an icon
I don't know if I know you
But you are an inspiration
To this generation

I might like you or really not like you.
I might love...

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TALKING WAVES.

The sound the waves make on the shore
Seem like they’re trying to say,
“I’d never seen this rocky beach
Until I did today.”

“Before that I was out at sea,
Miles and miles away,
Racing with the ocean,
To talk to you today.”

“I’ve seen the cliffs at Dover,
And the road...

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I was dreaming of a hunting quest,
   feral, wild and untamed in a land strange;
    then, outside my fluffy fur there was a change,
the bright sun was shining into our nest.
Yawning wide and on the bed my claws- ...

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