Learning Language Poems | Examples
These Learning Language poems are examples of Language poems about Learning. These are the best examples of Language Learning poems written by international poets.
I still know nothing
yet that is the knowing's seed—
sown in wonder loam
where the roots of doubt seep deep
the sprout of learning seeks light.
Maps fade into mist
yet my feet recall lost paths—
the curious sway
away from sane certainty
led by faith to what's unknown.
Each shell on the shore,
echoes the ocean's roaring—
such truth overwhelms
the silence of not knowing
the lines to the surf's chorale.
Each thought breaks open
to reveal a deeper quest
not-knowing unfolds—
it rises on unseen wings
when the heart kneels to be taught.
What I cannot name
is the real deal I reel—
winding in the cast
to what I know, I don't know
in my pool of unknowing.
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the bark remembers rain
etched with paths the water chose
a map of thirst quenched
roots, a hidden language
anchor the giants, a conversation
of earth and patience.
I am a visitor
learning the grammar of branches,
the poetry of shadows.
The ability to imagine
isn't a critical thinking lapse
Rather, a strengthening of the mind
and a willingness to say perhaps
Learning word meanings is fun indeed
as laughter bursts out from wisdom* seed…
"Her pink pen writes so well
while his dog pen does smell
thanks to Aunt Pen who can tell snack’s need."
*James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
May 16, 2023
4th place, "Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/28/2023
“Brilliant, but…”
“Brilliant, but, what?”
“It’s beyond me.”
“That I would ask this of you, at all?”
“It’s more just than that…”
“What is it, that you’re thinking of, exactly?”
“It seems, I am finally learning…”
“Learning what?”
“What it means to be… Free.”
“Ah, I see. Well, you’re doing it brilliantly.”
My little granddaughter
Being hyperactive
Slow in talking
Sometimes a bit burden
But slowly we find the reason and love in her
She likes catoons and watches it
Everyday every minute free
She is learning foreign language herself
She speaks out of tune
And we respond with another language
Our mother tongue instead
She listens to us and try to understand
But we never listen to her and just feel strange
Until one day she starts to speak fluently
To act and to dance humorously
Oh
She is so cute and cuddly
Finally we find love in her
But much later than she found in us
Similarly
God love us before we love Him
So
Do find love in Him
And love Him forever
Affirmation of Love
David J Walker
Learning to say I love you
In one of the languages that
We both think we understand
Left wondering in the after actions
If the words were weaker reflections
Left hanging heavy in the air like smog
I am the one left smugly in the fog
Of wrong interpretations
Missing the inflections of permissions
That should be left to better judgments
Then I can make in the passion of
The moment
“I love you” is packed with phrases
And paragraphs and pages of a
Lifetime together
They are all we have to say it
In a life dedicated to affirmation
Borrowed Words of a Denizen Soul
David J Walker
I admit to the
Plagiarism of the language
I am still learning to use
Day by day by day
So often the meanings mangled
So often the thoughts tangled
In the confusion of emotions
Seeking the freedom of expression
From the lips of a denizen soul
At best I am a borrower
At worst, I am a thief
Investment in terms of endearments
Divested in unintended grief
My favorite high school teacher was Miss Constance Uren
You heard me right the first time so don't ask her name again
At first the kids were naughty since her name was so unique
Telling bathroom jokes a plenty with requests to take a leak
She'd seen their kind before, Miss Uren was ready for them
All she simply did ignore, speaking Spanish ad infinitum
Of course they were confused, which left them feeling somewhat foolish
Then she softened her approach, so as not to seem so ghoulish
From that point on our classes' bad behavior was not repeated
Except those spending time learning Spanish `expletives deleted'
I had Miss Uren's class 4 years, Spanish I through Spanish IV
As a high school language teacher she was all that you could hope for
Quantities of words and numbers
are thought appropriate for educational systems
consuming Win/Lose market productions
by competitive factories
playing winner takes all capital-invested industries.
Qualities of feelings and intuitive health sensory relationships
are experientially appropriate
to deep learning ecological health systems,
WinWin producers and consumers
cooperatively learning organic wealth
of mutual winners taking and giving health-care love vocations,
life meanings,
energy purposes,
robust ecological process theologies.
Something's been missing much to my sorrow
“Overmorrow” means the day after tomorrow
Can now pass on in peace
My cravings now cease
In my lust for learning, I no longer need wallow
The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringing
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken formation
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With an instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an eloquent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That reads my work consuming each morsel
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The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringings;
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken form.
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With a instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an elogent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That read my work consuming each morsel