Call Poems - Poems about Call

Curtain Call (is an audience-led call for a performer or performers to return to the stage after a performance, typically in response to applause.) The curtains open. And there I am — on this stage. Out on display. Trying to obtain your love and Grace. Makeup to highlight my face. Girdle to shape my waist. Theater with seats filled. Mommy, Daddy, family, friends, you. Sitting front and center. Still trying to...

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I had cycled to Upper Montclair It was humid, hot, smoke in the air. I was sweaty, and smelled of Deet circles under my eyes, and I was beat. It was Sunday, I'm agnostic, or I'd be in church Anyway, my state flipped to desperate search I went to the gas station, to the staff I made a plea I said "Do...

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I was soldering dreams on a PCB, Fighting a chip that refused to agree. Multimeter in one hand, wire in the other— Voltage spikes like no one’s bother. Then came the call—a soft little beep, Right when my circuit fell asleep. I picked it up with a sigh so tall… Didn’t expect you on that one-minute call. "Hey, resistor brain, still alive?" You joked...

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Rebellion and riverbeds start to dance with a rush flowing, slowing, then stalling. Both try perilously to gain traction, the current is treacherous take a stance. It may appear that you’re barely crawling, and then brute force takes over a fraction. At times the first step is all you can do but it’s enough to get something going. Often...

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When creativity whispers in the dark, A voice both foreign and familiar, I wonder: who am I to answer? Who am I to shape these words into being? The blank page waits, patient as winter, While doubt circles like a restless crow. Perhaps today I'll listen to its cawing— Perhaps tomorrow I'll be brave. But something stirs beneath the hesitation, A current older than...

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Calmness bids me as grief strives to cease Enabling sincere thanksgiving-prevalence Midst gloom, hiding serenely still while Exemplifying grace under pressure... yet Tears cannot anymore control their fall Exposing prayer of my heart for closure Recognizing heaven's victory over death* since Yon the grave is eternal bliss with the Source of life. *1 Corinthians 15:55-57 O death, where is thy sting? O grave,...

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Staring at the mirror’s image, I see what others see; but can they see the need for love so deep inside of me? I hear my laughter just as loudly as those who see my smile; but can they hear the tinge of sadness that lingers for awhile? My posture mocks a stately stance, my gait is smooth and free; but can they see the...

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For now, call me Icarus, for in loving you I attempted to kiss the sun....

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Don’t wait for a trumpet when the breath in your lungs is already shouting. Don’t wait for a sky to tear when your soul is already trembling. The signs are not in the clouds, they’re in your compromise. The delay is not His it’s yours. You think you’ve got time? You think your youth is a shield? You gamble eternity on...

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Incoming... outgoing calls People are like call center The hypocrites and the real In a moment entertaining Too formal on the onset Someone is address by name Someone has sent by God To help resolve the issue Everyone is please objectively No subject taken by emotion It's an error to give your views But reason of mutual understanding Somehow clear the smoke Profit solution for the business Say clearly...

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The swallows fly too low The rain is soon to fall This time, when time goes slow I’m waiting for your call And I can wait as long As my days will come and go And I don’t think it’s wrong Though maybe I don’t know Which fairytale to read What character to choose I’m blooming from a seed You watered with your hose Don’t take me...

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(Poem base on Revelation 1:9-20) The Clarion Call On the Lord’s day in the Spirit, Interrupted by a loud voice. Time to write to seven churches. The clarion call! Attention! Interrupted by a loud voice. ‘Midst the lampstands, the Son of Man. Robe, golden sash; hair, white as wool. The clarion call! Attention! Time to write to seven churches. Physically on Patmos Island; On the Lord’s day...

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And when I call your name Louder than an ocean's chime, I hope you'll find the time To come and find me again. even though we're worlds apart, i hope you'll look for me the way i...

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It doesn't make a lot of sense, this celestial coincidence. Compared to the sun's yellow ball, the moon's commensurately close and small, both taking equal space in the sky. Poets, tell me the reason why. ...

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When your at your wit's end and you really need a friend call me When your eye's fill tears to take away your fears you can call me. When your feeling all alone and you are sitting by a phone call me When its been a while that someone made you smile call me. When you need...

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