Conversation Poems - Poems about Conversation

...Maybe just maybe I am and always have been an Undiagnosed Apoplectically archetypal orthodox Dislexic Who unfortunately tried to spell it out to anyone willing to listen But obviou......Read More

...Dialogue Proficiency God: “You seem really stressed today, so I have great news.” Me: “Yes, I am stressed today, what is the news to cure my blues?” God: “At the park you w......Read More

...Cherry Tree Music Co-op alternately titled instant infatuation: a moment of spontaneous ***** instantaneously transformed ordinarily shy guy into a quidnunc courtesy powder milk biscuits in......Read More

...It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s neve......Read More

...If you can't tell the truth, then what is the use of us having a conversation? just talk to yourself and believe what you will and double your participation. ......Read More

...Your so cute , your so fine Your blowing my mine You speak so softly You have good morals I cannot pretend I like the way you speak In that short moment I enjoyed your company. I......Read More

...Shall I turn to my audience and sing To ah world who wishes to hear me Sing From intros to prechorus They will excite or bore us Does this world wish me to sing I have sang many bridges Carrie......Read More

...We should spend Christmas In Paris this year with Jean Christmas in Paris? Spectacular plan Let's buy the tickets and call Early and call Jean Just then Tommy turned To them loaning ......Read More

...As kids this was just but the big "A" word The known that was unspoken Because it was a powerful a word A word that when said would awaken, stir emotions It was the dark age where little was k......Read More

...The breeze of AC, the murmur of conversation, a hearty bustle. A cocoon built of gifts, fused by will. Comfort, warm touches, the caress of the past. A place to worship. A place to build, to return y......Read More

...Our friends are dying fast. Visits are very few. But we all have a blast, When occasionally they do. It was pouring rain on Friday, Not the most cheerful weather, It was not the time "To make......Read More

...I hear myself talking to the radio; the shock-jock stops pushing words into my vehicle, a pause, as if he is listening. I don’t get paid for my opinions my place is to be a listener, a non-comb......Read More

...Facing any criticism, Like crude barbarism, Had been true terror for me, Stung my heart like jungly honey-bee...! Little taunting enough, To make my mind fluff; Days and nights I brooded, Ove......Read More

... Their intimacy is gloved, moments dovetail in a tea-room. I color-in implied gestures, listen to the ambience of undertones. They enter a confessional space lips linger over shared visions......Read More

...It was a Thanksgiving family get-together, and the conversation moved from one subject to another. At this point, the mother, Susan, was with the girls in another room. The father, Charles, was wi......Read More