Conversationalist Poems - Poems about Conversationalist

After the little storm last night The birds' song seems chipper As the sun changes cobalt clouds To rose, roosters' songs quicker As porch ceiling fan hums steadily And poet struggles out Words, the muse is stifled trapped within Unwanted emotions 'bout The audience reads penned thoughts At least some days they do Maybe they just glance, write a note As they pass swiftly...

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What makes this faerie special? She is naked. The gargoyle rolled his eyes. They are all naked under their clothes, he said. True enough. She is pretty. He scoffed. She is kind and generous. He kept waving his hand, encouraging her to tell him more. An expert at not having to hold up his end of a conversation....

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A framed pizza cannot be described as a Mohawk hairstyle in a salon. For if an iron tumbles into a salad bar then ionised tomatoes could become very afraid. Such is the agreeable format for a lettuce leaf. Radiant radishes ridiculing rind. And a dip. And no mayonnaise as it tends to giggle as it...

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I’m not much of a conversationalist But there’s not much I can do Paranoid that this is frowned upon As being just slightly rude It’s a shyness issue a part of me Is it better said or gone without Inside of me I scream and shout Too many people and I just shut down Feelings sometimes I’m looked upon as weak An...

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Palms full of pamplemouse bitter refrain Catching a cold in the still pouring rain Vitamin C on the tip of my tongue but I'm not as healthy as when I was young You lost me there somewhere back on my old street where we would tell stories and nightly would meet Please search out to find me I'm suffering in pain You'll find me still standing in still pouring...

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