Interview Poems - Poems about Interview

I'm the most unlikely one to interview a goldfish but we've lived in the same house for a few years. It's really hard to tell, but I think I've seen her tears. I wonder what she'd want if she had only one wish. There's one way to discover what her reply would be so, I guess I'll see if she...

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Sam Dumpty here for National Geoplastic Magazine. Fox news has once again scored an amazing coup by securing an interview with an angel. But not just any angel folks, we're talking the big Kahuna, the Prince of Darkness, the Ogre of all ogres, the Bad Boy of bad boys... well, you get the idea. Of...

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“Tell me, Purple, do you envy your sisters? Do they envy you in the shy morning mist?” “Pink-Dawn and Day-Blue, both cheerful and pretty paint the wide sky in sunlit visions. I bruise the clouds and make them weep with rain to turn the grasses green. I envy them not, nor they me. We each take turns to paint the scene. And sometimes,...

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In a sunlit room I sit in front of a mirror, find its still face shining as an animated entity. Intrigued by its glassy silence I ask, are you always silent? Mirror : Yes, but I’m in and out inherently honest, reflecting the truth, and...

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When the night is filled with questions, and the sky is a jeweled blanket, I sit on the deck of my water room, listening to the waves flirt with stillness, and the breeze ~ caressing the green of palm leaves ~ in an island of romance, where the heart sings in sync with the music of nature. In all that quietness,...

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Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25 Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family. Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige? You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did. But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids? You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment. Yet, rundown and deport those...

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Interviewer: What is the original name for your island chain now called Bikini? What happened to it? What has it become here and now? What is your future? Bikini Atoll: Well where do I begin? We have been assaulted from the very beginning. The name for the island is 'Pikinni', meaning a "flat surface of coconuts". German colonials corrupted this to...

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I met a streak across the night, a blaze of breath, a flash of flight. A shooting star with silver flare descended near, through whispered air. I asked, “You fall so fast and bright— what secrets do you steal from night?” It flickered once, then shaped a voice as...

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“Oh, my dear mirror! You show the queerer, The beautiful and the ugly, As they are! Everything on the left Stays on the left; Everything on the right Stays on the right. What you see, you show, Neither less nor more! You’re the best judge, That we all know! Even for the sake of fun Against none, You never show An iota of grudge!” When...

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Miss Exclamation Point, thank you for coming to this interview. Let’s talk today about your life, the sources of your joy and strife. Today—No, every day—I’m tired. Without reprieve, I am required to punctuate line after line for those who think I...

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I stand waiting patiently, on bated breath, outside a gilded gate. The scent of freshly burning frankincense glides over the clouds. Looking down, I nervously play with the skin around my nails. A warm anxiety pumps through my veins. Time is of consequence here. Closing my eyes to center myself, I rearrange my thoughts, place questions in the right order— for I'll...

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He wore his perfect set of wings. They were quite impressive. The angel had agreed to be interviewed under dimmer lights than he was used to, humbled himself under the wagging tongue of the media. So, angel, you have decided to remain nameless. I think you must not be Michael or Gabriel? Nevermind, Let’s begin. Who...

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Hello, everyone. Today we welcome the famous color Purple to our show. Hello. I’m so happy to be here. So, tell me, Purple, Why do people refer to prose sometimes as purple? Ha! I’m sure you know that means a flowery or excessive amount of writing. I really don’t know why I am associated with extravagance at...

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Indomitable Indefatigable Impenetrable Immovable Immense Incomparable Interior Lineman ~ Quoted, “Hi, Mom’ ...

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