Calls Poems - Poems about Calls

Close Calls

                                             While trying to go forward,
I backed up, reassessed,
  

Distressing Calls of Discontent

Distressing Calls of Discontent 



Distressing calls of discontent frowning upon my brow 

Convalescing with the fall of a malcontent who was too haughty and proud 

Coalescing in forms of consequence that are meant to be spoken out loud

Blessing the tall deliverance of being alone among the crowd



Interjections of circumspections for those crossing the civil lines

Mass

The prison he calls home

His mind was an abyss
Of emotions 
And endless questions 
Of the world around him

He wasn't much of a speaker
But he was definitely a thinker
His mind was a safe place
Where he could speak freely 
Without being harmed

He hated the outside world 
He was scared if he stepped outside
He was afraid the racists might strike
So instead he

Nature Calls

chattering chirpers
rambunctiously racing
                                          fireflies like little lanterns
       

Missed Call

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

When the bathroom calls your name

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

The Road Calls Me Back

The red earth remembers my name,
whispers it in the dust that rises,
welcoming me home, not as I was,
but as I have become.

The streets hum, alive with rhythm,
voices colliding like rivers meeting,
the scent of Indian chai thick in the air,
folding memory into the morning breeze.

I return to a place both known and strange,
where past and present

List Of Calls

“Bang, Bang”,
It may Feel
Sometimes, when You’re getting
Them.

A giant list,
Requests, And All,
Complaints!
Concerns!
And worst Of all Tall,
Excessive Pleas,
to be Incomprehensible.
Preposterously Useless
to the Naked eye.

Providing No
Interesting Information
as Claymation,
Is to One,

While
animation is an Art to some,
It Depends all upon,
The Jolly sum --
Of Many feeling a,
Beautiful bird
Soar,
With Painted Wings,
Fly,
Differently than,

Claymationists.

RoBo Calls

RoBo Calls
Miracle Man
4/25/2025

I’ve a strong dislike that now borders on hate,
toward those unwanted calls that won’t abate.

I get perhaps ten or so of these calls every day,
thinking I’m an “Old Codger” they can sway.

Its often about Medicare and always a scam,
her sweet voice has for me some new program.

I appreciate her having my interest at

Sunshine Calls

Darkness fades and morning falls 
Wipe the past and tame the sorrow; 
New dawn breaks and sunshine calls 
For a light of new tomorrow.  

FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TO CLEAVE TO HIM

April 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 18-19
 
Key Verse – 2Kings 18:6 For he clave to the LORD, and departed not from following him, but kept his commandments, which the LORD commanded Moses.
	
FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TO CLEAVE TO HIM	

God calls us to cleave to Him with His might
Toward

He who pays the piper calls the Tune

The earth requires it there.
The poets do not like the lyrics.
As the tsunami approaches the lands

The poem integrates without a solution.
As the summit talks upheld information

Global warming, tariff continues debating:
China not backing down, and we, the poets
Surprisingly asking what’s next?
A poem like this doesn’t comprehend
That earth requires it there,
Make it make sense, this Tariff war

666 calls

Move in the Dark with animal Stamina
Annuals Be Jamming Ya, 
More on the most HIgh
More Diatribe about the mote 
In the minds eye 
Far as my eye can see
So far they spying me
So Far the ing commotion
Bust the cone enough
Frequently adjusted
You needed me
And we needed Us
For the treatment of our animal Lust

Maybe we can still

No More Phone Calls

It couldn't last forever 
But tell that to my heart 
I can't my love just sever
It's become of me a part
Although I knew I couldn't 
Regardless though, I did
Now moving on I shouldn't
But who am I trying to kid?

They'll always be desire
My love was more than feel
I played inside a fire
And now the burns are

She Calls My Name

The open depths of the ocean call
Like the sky above rising to fall
Pulling in an ominous mystery of need
A story to tell a vast intrigue
Each moment constant  a yearning intice
A painting forged without  price
Drifting deeper a subtle love calls
Drowning my worry in the rising squall
A doorway appears but, if to find the key
If

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