Communicate Poems - Poems about Communicate

What is there to say now What is left to be said Has it not all been expressed Let’s refrain from speaking further words Discussion can turn into argument So let’s just walk away agreeing to disagree We do not have to agree to be friends I respect all your views You are my closest friend Yet we don’t always agree But that doesn’t...

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Words are born and some change, adapt, some wilt; Norse drips into French seeps into English, hidden treasures under silt. Blendings swirl meanings and semantics shift our daily use; once uttered by tongue, electric touch now lets language loose. Ancient lexis under threat became narrower with colonial treks; Luhu and Yahagn, two dodo vocabularies now buried within texts....

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"Communicate" Call, hit me up Ask If you can pick me up Understand the vibe The feelings I can't hide Good laughs, good times And sometimes it don't cost a dime Picnics in the park Long walks and talks in when it darks I'm down It's been fun having you around. Communicate with me I'm big on Energy I...

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Why are you touching every of my things though? Don't dare to touch my schoolbook. Don't dare to touch my tests. Don't dare to have a look at them. Why didn't you ask? Because if you would've asked, .. But your sight was not facing me, directed on my belongings. But adna if you knew,.. Why didn't you change at all? I always knew...

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To forge a bond that truly thrives, And build a bridge where friendship strives, This poem, a simple guide, May open doors where hearts reside. Vulnerability Lay bare your truth, let tears descend, A hand outstretched, a trusted friend. Imperfection, a tender grace, Connects us all in this human space. Empathy's Touch Feel another's joy and pain, A listening ear, a cleansing rain. Understanding's gentle light, Shines through...

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Silence turns golden for the sober man, Who remains sedate when taunted or abused And shuts his mouth with great restraint, To prevent a brawl from brewing up...

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** In Spirit with Trees ** I feel sad, feeling a kind of tragedy When I see that a storm has broken… has felled trees. Grass everywhere green, rises. Flowers splendidly gracing…And Blessed crops progress us all… But, The...

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Never leave me lonely on "read." Just tell me off about what I said....

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let's create our own corner of heaven where you and i will feel at home away from noise and chaos we'll sip wine and tell our stories one-on-one in a secret cozy abode AP: Honorable Mention 2023 Posted on January 3, 2023...

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Merlin the cranky cat sat around getting fat. Wanting to be heard he mewed and purred. He yowled and howled and even growled all with the same result. He felt it quite the insult. He snarled and hissed What had he missed? He tried a mewl and lost his cool. Short of a caterwaul what should he call? A tiny squeak perhaps? Were they taking naps? Chirrups and chirps brought no...

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We just can’t communicate. Do you see it’s your reflection?...

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we often lie about what we're thinking deny deny deny unwilling to divulge our private thoughts our inner secrets not wanting to be violated our thoughts are ours flawed and broken right or wrong as they may be they're ours and no one else's we'll share to a degree but only when safe is how we feel AP: 2nd place 2022 Posted on June 11, 2022...

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Poet Identity In conversations, In biographies, In resumes…all poets are writers, but not all writers are poets. On a careful look into the mirror, when not looking for wrinkles, but staring deep into the reflected Image as if it were a stranger’s face, And the stranger might hold ...

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Written by Gail R DeBole On September 18, 2021 Updated on September 20, 2021 Likes are nice, But Retweets are sweet. Faves are all the rave, But Retweets are hard to beat. (Tribute to the writing style of American poet Ogden Nash and his poem "Reflections on Ice Breaking" written in the year 1931.)...

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you don’t know me but I’m a kindred spirit my poetry is the bridge I build to reach outward through space and time deep down I long to share my longings my passions my dreams my insecurities I know you’re somewhere out there and I love you wherever you are as I strive to reach out to you and connect beyond the confines of space and...

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