Call Poems - Poems about Call

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 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 as...

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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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Do you have enough scars to help others heal Or wounds that stay open the past uncongealed Did you suffer in silence each moment of pain Did all hope leave you orphaned alone and profane Is your counsel of value when the weak come to call Can you see through the trauma and cushion — their fall (1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025) ...

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Days when it rained Tapping rhythm on the rooftop The children stayed inside And would put on short plays unscripted theatrical performances Impromptu entertainment With a stage made of pillows mismatched sheets for theater curtains hung with wistful string Costumes put together from past Halloweens. Actors portraying vibrant quirky characters The last curtain call was many years...

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In the tuneless world of mine There I get a ring Maybe just an ordinary ring But from an extraordinary source. The call from the one It’s not just a call, it’s a moment Similar to the first ray of sun Entering through your window. My once silent heart Finds its rhythm again In the sound of a voice That knows how to reach me. It isn’t...

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Maybe devils are people we call lovers — the ones who are our weakness, our mistakes, the ones we lie for, the ones we would kill for. I have done the most foolish things for love — a little feeling yet it shakes crowns, collapses empires. My king — you reign in my heart. Please, do not overturn the skies above my head. Kiss me slowly — I...

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Hakim, the journey begins a step forward from where you paused. A challenge to dare to pour your heart onto pages for 200 days Rise and write even when thoughts evaporate like breath on glass Rise and write when the words hide ...

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I think the bartender is a keeper, my odd friend Jan said. Wanting to take a peek myself, I replied “move your head!” He was as unusual as Jan, so I thought they might make a go. Let’s move closer to the bar I said. Sloth-like Jan moved really slow. The bartender was a chatterbox, he was full of...

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I'm the vibes, they're the vipers I give healing, them keep killing Words my medicine, call me words smith Deceit and betrayal their weapons I call them cobra, them are snitches. I'm the owner Them the controller I always act like I own or know nothing They're so ruthless Acting like they own or know it all. I'm the completer They're the...

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I call it a palace - my life - gilded and draped in fine silks, where chandeliers shine like false smiles, And the walls echo laughter that isn't mine, but beneath the velvet curtains lies the bruise of silence, a scream stitched with silver thread. The hand that feeds wears rings - daggers with diamond tips hidden...

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At the sound of your bell I rush to reply But it rings in the dream I see In a moment away it flies There’s no us in reality Once we were, then we disappeared Died for no reason at all But the sound of your bell I hear Be assured I have heard your call Comes the evening, the day is gone By...

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My body is flat I can shock enemies What am I? An ocean ray A sting ray I am not as large as a manta ray But I am deadly toward my prey...

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