Communicate Poems

Communicate

Why are we fighting
Why can't we sit down like before
And take turns to hear each other
Or we're so out of love that we can't hear anymore

Why are we fighting
Why does it feel like you've got something to say
Have you been suffering all alone
And now you plan to actually be alone

Cause if you'd only lay it

Spider and Fly Communicate Respectfully

A friendly spider addressed a fly,
"I'm glad you could drop by".
"Thanks", said the fly, "for sharing your thought.
You're glad, but I wonder why".
The spider replied, "Why not?"

Friendship

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

Dodo Talk

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.

Communicate

"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

I don't communicate, adna

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

Woven Hearts

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

In Spirit With Trees

** 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

Just Communicate With Me

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

Let's Get Away

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

Merlin the Magic Cat

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

Communicate Quinzaine

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

Our Domain To Rule Over

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

Poet Identity

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
  

Twitter Talk

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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