Different Language Poems | Examples
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May we all be blessed to one day learn a second language
because as these new words in your unfurl
we find they open up another window in which to look out on the world
And when we think in a different language
we’re in for a surprise….
as we look through this new window
and begin to see the world through another culture’s eyes.
Once there was back when
In the history of “then”
‘Fore the “be” began
In these days of yore
The people lived before, for
There was nothing more
‘Twas a different time
When the latest lagged behind
“Is” had not arrived
None of then’s events
Happened in the present tense
That had not come yet
Language done ‘em in
As their “be,” already been
Never to begin
Now was not "to be"
Then, verbs ended in “-ed”
All done, already
Trapped in simple past
People didn’t sit; they sat
Didn’t sh_t; they shat
But then’s now’s not when
Life was yesterday to them
It was today back then
We do what we does
Not in history because
Past ain’t what it was
Over eight billion balloons from the ground ready to race
Eyeing the sky, so high with God's grace
Countless balloons inflated with embrace
With air so filtered, ready to fly to leave a trace
Balloons of different colors
Colors that speak your words and decors
Different shades people love to gaze
Shades of you in many definitions of maze
One love balloon for each life that strives
One strong balloon over any obstacle that survives
One life for each happy balloon with high fives
One story for each good balloon that grows, smiles
and drives
Thank you for giving my first triolet a chance,
figuring it out was a challenge. At first glance,
I typed A-B-a-A-a-b-A-B to start.
Thank you for giving my first triolet a chance.
I typed A-B-a-A-a-b-A-B. To start,
I wrote four different lines, copy/pasted apart.
Thank you for giving my first triolet a chance,
figuring it out was a challenge at first glance.
Jan. 5, 2022
Chance Poetry Contest
-- Sponsored by: Julia Ward
If to our views, you don't align;
You'll forfeit your right to post and opine.
When with your ideas, we do agree;
We grant you the right to speak free.
Should your thinking be different we find,
You must shut up till you get back in line.
A life has passed; the years' account:
Was bravery shown at seasons' fount?
Was it a life made ever strong?
Did it show sense; did it know wrong?
Was purpose there to bear the load;
or did it take a different road?
Were daydreams, then, the sustenance,
and words that gave it arrogance?
Yet softness came with evening light,
borne on a wind that became night
And wisdom grew and cleared the sight
for pity to steal in with might.
Then words became the poet's slave,
and let the world their wisdom rave.
But were they brave at their last count?
Truth had become Brave's tantamount.
Fluent in the language of silence
Where the moon talks about her fears
On an empty dark night without stars
to keep her company surrounded by dark shrouds
And yet the sun shows me different ways
To wrap gifts in his soft and warm rays
And in that moment I tie ribbon’s with my eyes
Those unspoken gifts I see in golden light
The clouds dance in floating happiness
Sailing high I wait for them to quench my thirst
Growing large and puffy till they burst
Some black and grey clouds now interspersed
All held together by a limitless sky
Choosing its colours to paint on high
Fluent in silence of mind and you
I spread my wings and away I fly on cue
29.4.2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: All Yours April '30. 'First Place'
An Englishman, an Irishman, a Welshman and a Scot
Met up in a pub and I put them on the spot
I’m a language student, I’m in my final year
I thought I’d come to Britain and hone my syntax here
I told them I’d be very pleased to buy them all a beer
If they just sit and chatter while I sit somewhere near
Well as they talked I listened and I ordered sandwiches
It seemed to me that they were talking different languages
So I am not much wiser except it seems I might
Have ten to twenty phrases with which to start a fight
~ Before you throw in the towel ~
Your pen is full of ink
The paper on which you think
as fresh as a mountain stream
All that remains is to dream
of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'
This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard
has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...
That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
Surely then you'll sing a different tune
'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...
So, write your heart out, my friend
Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
Am I that unique, a freak of nature
Love everybody, we're all happy neighbors
Language is different
Causing bewilderment
But we all catch the drift sooner or later
How many different ways can we say the same thing
Love, attraction, drooling, zing, puts our mind in a sling
Last one sums it up
Since I was a pup
Had a strange attraction to the yummies that girlies bring
Went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino
Hey you need your ears clean-oed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
"We both are fluent in the language of love
And I want to make sweet poetry with you"
I write my words across your chest
My single letters haltingly slow down
Incoherently forming new words
Lining up in sentences withheld
Crying for attention
Your name a foreign sound
A word without meaning
Forming strings of small pearls
And I see a thousand times your name
In a million different colours
Exploding in the air like small poems
Or fireworks
Or stars in the firmament
Of our selves
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Meme by Mel Leach
Quote by Jason Williams
Poem by Darren White
November 24, 2016
Ever since the world began
people have learned to read
all ages participate in this act
using their eyes to daily feed
Such a wide range of subjects
we can get to feast upon
they meet almost any taste
such selection to be drawn
There's so much knowledge to gain
when you seek to study hard
your life can take a different course
maybe finding you've become a bard
A large bookshelf then is a must
to keep all your books in stock
but maybe nowadays you've a kindle
all within a touch no need to walk
Folks who love reading do so
for it's to them a real pleasure
bringing happiness into their life
whether for business or pleasure
I lost my spelling and grandma checker
I am an idea roving iround inside on me heade
The lanquagees of today our so misread
why if y go back some yeers in the hundrads
the language was all different , aint that a bummer?
All the errors of times leng ago
the all surmounted to the rooles of now for shoow
we evlove wes do, of this I am sore
I love words even from distance shores
grandma would shoot me, make their be it kno doubt
Dis poem was written by a grammerless lout
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