Conversing Poems - Poems about Conversing

Johnny sat on the tire swing speaking to his pup He stared at the ground, and he rarely looked up. No one understood him as well as Fred, of course. He had a cat, two bunnies, a chicken and a horse. But Fred was an appreciative audience for sure. His listening ears were perked, his manner was pure. He did not...

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I see your aura And I see yours I say Competing psychics You are surrounded by pink I see green I say Your animal is a wolf And yours also, I reply This was fun she says The cost is only sixty You want me to pay? Yes I am psychic she says We are all psychic I thought this was a session Conversation between friends?...

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how strange how odd cryptic life pears at our star from afar from under a violet willow tree. Millenniums to come... dandelions with strange colors, in the winds of dim stars. studying the fire of dying suns painting petals and bone... gold ancient astronauts study skulls of conversing monkeys... a conquering mammal. pondering runes of yesterday they ask how strange it is. how why? Mortal spirals break into dust... a scattered onto winds...

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I listen for him in every breath of the wind Deciphering his moods so I can adjust accordingly He comes to me in the form of a robin Blue jay interference; they fight over my love. I smirk as I see him appear in the form of a fern. Tall and straight with a soldier’s stance; my soldier. He delights me...

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Sound so softly yet audible enough to hear The spectrum of words echoing between each ear The voice gone unheard yet heard perfectly clear ...

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The way to spot a wacko Once was really very clear. He’d be in a conversation When nobody else was near. But today, you can’t rely on Simply how some folks appear. If a person is conversing solo, Peek inside his ear. More than likely, he is chatting On a cell phone he can hear, Getting signals that are beaming From within the atmosphere. This is helpful...

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I asked my past self, "what would you prefer, watching a late night soccer game, or sky gazing?" He replied "Watching a late night soccer game". I asked my past self, "who would you like to spend Christmas Eve with, your best friend or family?" He replied "Of course, best friend!" I asked my past self, "what would you do if you won a thousand dollars in...

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Conversing with a stranger Is a New York City norm, To comment on a situation Or to just inform. My chat with stranger #1 Took place as we observed A tow truck hooking up a car Which likely it deserved… For it was parked illegally. My stranger friend and I Agreed that we would hate to be The “where’s-my-car-at?”guy. My next exchange took place At the St. Patrick’s...

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I heard you in the night watch and You said to me, "My redeemed and precious one what is it you see ?" I remember how you said that You died for me, how in Your Word I've read, Your death makes me free. "My son, do you believe this, that from death I rose ? Yet this truth so many miss- in their lives it...

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I'm youth. You're air. Delicacy of the lungs You're free. I'm despair Impossible view of the sun. I'm dark. You're light licking the lips of the sea You're strong. I'm bright so why can't we ever be free?...

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