Call Poems - Poems about Call

Act one had just begun on the day we met how was I to know the die was cast and the stage was set Act two what was I to do when you stole my soul who'd have guessed the part was mine and I would play a leading role Act three now you're with me I put my heart into all I do should...

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The Call to War or False Promises They spoke of honor carved in stone, Of glory waving from a hill. They lit the torch, then threw us in, And called the burning “noble will.” They draped their lies in marching drums, And wrote our names on gilded scrolls, But none could see, beneath the hymns, The hunger swallowing our souls. ...

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Help! I dropped my phone down the loo What can be done? what shall I do? Stick my hand deep into the pan I pull and tug the best I can Call a plumber or call a friend? Can't do that, phone's stuck in the bend Out I go to buy a new phone Call a plumber when I get home. ...

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I heard His name once in a story It brought tears and joy alike God would never let me down I will love Him with all my might The lessons I've learned following Jesus Have taught me wisdom and great love When I call He'll come from above Yes He will come from up above...

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I sit and wonder in my backyard About you at the graveyard I'm always waiting for that phone call from you But it just takes me back from all the hell you went through I guess for the rest of my life I will be lonely But in the end, you were my only Sometimes I feel the pain I have...

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he hates his family They all had restricted his freedom That’s how he ended up like this With no one to call or visit- and share his deepest thoughts with a friend I won’t say anything or raise questions on someone's intentions because that's who this poet is i made my finest decision to be alone over the dramatic chaos life brings when I'm...

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I sat there for what seemed an eternity. I lost myself in an ocean of orange and red. How poignant, Staring off into the remnants of yesterday. how beautiful to recall a sun that slowly gives its life so that others may live. How inconsiderate a solitary tear to acknowledge a sacrifice. A subtle shiver as the shedding of my skin....

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Waiting for the call Time is the coin of life Spend it wisely Who's to blame? Now they know your game. Ain't it strange That we need to be framed. We need to escape To a house by the sea To get away from the The other you and me To be free It's easy to say Not so easy to see Waiting for the call ...

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The birth of each new morning like magic before my eyes unveiling for a first time over and over again a sun unhurriedly rising, patient in the flow of everlasting time. In that one early morning hour when nature yawns and stretches coming to life ever so slowly, we get swept up in the twilight zone when time seems to stand still and for at least a...

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On the way back from the Spar A familiar ring I’ve heard But you must be very far So it could have been a thought Just a casual thought that came Like a butterfly that flies Out of chrysalis to gain Freedom of the open skies It wasn’t real like it seemed What that was, I can’t define There’s no moral in the dreams And illusions...

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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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