Communication Poems - Poems about Communication

Coming back home, after a long stint south, I passed the blue sign on the turnpike that reads “Massachusetts Welcomes You.” Under the “Welcomes,” some Mayflower blooms, And a chickadee perches there, under the "You.” I’d seen this bird busying our woods as a boy, Seen its black helmet with small streaks of white, Flitting from thickets to rest on a branch, Or...

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nothing like three glasses of wine to loosen the tongue and park inhibitions on the wayside if only i had known that's all it takes...

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S/he is controversially counter-cultural And yet, MotherEartha defensively claims, not so: We grow trans-regenerational transubstantiating substances and subjects to integrate more sacredly organic Positive passions re-connecting re-membered past peak pleasures restoring universal EarthJustice and unitarian EarthMother peace. I stand before you today not to bury every conservative re-ligion but to praise our natural SunGod history. Rising from East and setting West indigenous mystery traditions, re-ligiously enlightening experience has always defended human longing to more resiliently remain in...

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"When our dance of love became frantic, I faltered, and you danced on my grave." *** "How did it come to this, my darling one? We may never know the answer, but with the rain in my eyes, you look so beautiful in red." *** Every direction only led further from you. Every decision was the...

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Race Track Thinking I didn't choose an ADHD brain. At times a random whispered thought, barely connected, pops in uninvited, insistent to be acknowledged and immediately included in my conversation… Most of the time it's a detour, with minimal disruption. Thoughts drift, barely nudges the adjacent car, and our cars wobble… we stay on course…...

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i sat in silence letting the sky talk back to me in all its glory AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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they say actions speak louder than innuendos so true and when you speak in riddles know that your subtleties are lost on me i'm left not knowing how to feel so if my responses seem anything but direct i admit that it is absolutely so i'm often in a quandry and have no words to say AP: 3rd place 2025 ...

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When words spring from lips in motion, what they say “in the first place” is often lost in translation, a soothing lotion, misunderstood… for ears may hear, but seldom truly listen. Amid the confusion of lost libretti spoken with a voice so clear, yet, passage of thought becomes murmurs, and misperception triggers truth to veer. William James, The Father of American Psychology, reflects, his voice calm...

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you're attentive and say the right things when you're good, you're very good i wish i knew what needs to be said what to say to set you ablaze in order for you to light my fire i don't want to tell you what i like or worse tell you what i need truth be be told, i'm not really sure and i...

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5. A baby, quite chubby and bright, Tried to speak, with all of his might. He gurgled and cooed, Then on his bib spewed, "Next time," he thought, "I'll just take a bite." ©bfa031025 ...

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Words of wisdom spreads everywhere in this world, Through the powerful mouth of every individual. It's like a sound of a bee, you heard from the tree. While you're sitting alone in a lonely morning. Communication is the good term to explain A bee's sound that you heard, from their house near to you. The lonely morning turns...

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A familiar path I walked frequently with glee the feeling of a constant stare came over me upon looking to find the place of the stare nobody was in sight, no one was even there Next day I decided to look a bit closer maybe I'm dealing with a trickster wondering who could it be watching what I found out was...

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You are become a dodge of love, My Dearest… Or there are arrows other than my own, That would entendril you once they have pierced, That will deprive you of a higher throne… Yet, I'll not Queen you yet, before time bends, And you are sought by sots who drink perfume, For I will know, before, what are your ends And I...

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Outside my window are voices that speak in the direction I am looking. They are trying to convince me of something. They argue and cajole, they laugh and admonish. Sometimes they threaten. They tell me sad stories of things that have happened to people who did not heed their advice. They speak of happy endings...

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There are worlds within worlds in this world of ours as there are seconds in minutes and minutes in hours. Take for example the world of the artists and their creations how they represent aspects of nature and physical situations. Or the world of writers whether it be that of drama, prose or poetry how they express themselves in words...

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