Conversation Poems - Poems about Conversation

How can we not have this conversation where footprints of the poor vanish beneath the boots of investors, and the river sings only to those who can afford its luxury? In Chobe, the elephants roam free, but people walk caged in poverty. We call it coexistence when tusks are protected, but mothers bury their sons gored near neglected kraals. And no one...

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We sit across from each other, knowing what the silence says but never daring to speak it aloud. Time stretches between us, fragile, like an old photograph— faded edges, corners curling, memories too distant to hold. I ask about the weather, you reply with the temperature, as if that can fill the spaces we once knew so well. Your eyes flicker, but you don’t say what you...

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In conversation the sounds of her thinking astounds logic rebounds argument confounds rationale knows not bounds there's no reasoning with what she expounds or justification in that which she propounds when all facts fail and reality surrounds her point of view tho' it has zero grounds piled on in mounds with absurdity she compounds adding injury to insult my brain it impounds traps me wraps me saps my energy inducing mental lethargy causing ...

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Poets are the ones who began the conversation, their word paving the way for philosophy, Parmenides, with his poetry, laid the foundation of thought, bringing philosophy into the light of consciousness, But then the paths diverged, poets continuing to reveal truth through metaphors and rhythms, Memory and nostalgia woven into verses, in enjambments that flow continuously, While philosophy created...

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Conversation with Satan – Where is life? What is life? Why must we live? – For Fate. Every life is a noble life. – Said Satan – My life is full of suffering. Need to live it? – I asking – There is no suffering. Do not imagine it. – Replied Satan – Then, where is life? How can I...

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Pray for me, brother; There are words stuck behind my tongue That I have carried in my heart, For life can tire the tongue— Because our moments for words are few. The world does not welcome words, brother. I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes, Though no...

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Some say crucify him Many said enslave him Others said neglect him Few said let's hear from him They never wanna listen to his messages. Some say let's rectify him Many said let's edify him Others said let's glorify him Few said no let's nail him Now some can relate But they don't want his rule. He's always prepare Ready to fight for his right Defending his personality...

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ME: Deja vu- It startles me at times. Like a mirror, coming before me; A conversation An interaction Almost anything- Exact in every detail ...

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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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there's magic in the stars above the sky showers us with love we're not alone in this great expanse someone's listening what's the chance AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 2, 2025...

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I need a new oven I say Mine takes a week to get to four hundred You only bake pizza and cookies, argues my only husband Never will I bake again, until I get a new oven I retort This one is fine, he argues If we had to sell this house, we would have to buy a new one This...

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It’s one in the morning. I zoomed into Lisa’s room and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop. She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave. “I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly. “You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up. “They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.” “Did that...

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One conversation was all we could get out Now It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to you, More like I couldn’t. You see, Without you, I can’t stay sober Without you, I’m a mess Without you Im slowly driving myself insane. Without you. I’m an addict. One conversation. This one conversation was random. See we’d not talked in weeks, But that one conversation. I don’t remember much, Except...

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Thank God, for people of order That disciplined, hold in people like myself. We men, who enjoy strange living so… In such outrageous outposts Tempting a varied life… As well as early imprintings so… Weren’t we told to be better than this challenging? Why be vibrating on the edge of chaos so... Seeing few happy women about to help They who in...

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In all my artist wanderings Traveling through these great lands of ours Places visited or lived in, diverse, memorable Many messages I received... As did so many that passed before me Passing through each wilderness Learning new steps to take. ...

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