Languages Poems - Poems about Languages

...Ick spraeke kein Deutsch. but i’m on a roll of the dice, to attempt to understand a few phrases, a little buzz. mein Prinz - he knows a little. he lived in Germany, on......Read More

...Mahammad Fuzuli (1494-1556) Mahammad Fuzuli, the poet-philosopher, is one of the founders of the divan genre in the history of Azerbaijani and Turkish literature. He wrote his works in three langu......Read More

...In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other A million milling from father to brother All speaking in a babel a million languages From clicks and keyboard clacks to switches and bandage......Read More

...Anthem and Anthem We walk with hands raised to the sky. Our steps become stronger with our voices. We are crossing the boundaries of our mission. Our love was waving our black flag. We cam......Read More

...The Angel and the Little Scroll Revelation's chapter 10 Commentary Why am I writing about the Angel and the Little Scroll during this latest on-going latest min-series on the book of Revelatio......Read More

...There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper Most judges in this mess have their brain on crutches They collude with double-deali......Read More

... It is amazing…oftentimes to our wonder and delight…sometimes to our dismay how we are the authors of our fairytales…the protagonists in our play. How ‘neath the different colors of our covers… ......Read More

...Some days are a gloomy trek through an unbearably heavy heart. Every step taken is difficult, and every breath seems like the world is working against me. I had the impression that I was strande......Read More

... Would you love me if I wasn't a poetic book? It is a strange question into someone's ear. I know how much  love and hate cost. I can ask freely " Why hating some innocent people? Yoh! man......Read More

... Been coming to these shores for almost 50 years Drive through Hamptons extravagance galore wealth on exhibit Lighthouse beckons on the horizon Old Glory flutters Tourists everywher......Read More

...The glassy-eyed children watches in sleep mothers sitting on tobacco trunks on men's trunks their laughter fills the ravines with water from the stone thread fashions nipples feeding thei......Read More

...My pen writes in English My pen writes in French Mon stylo écrit en français My pen writes in Spanish Mi pluma escribe en español My pen writes in Italian La mia penna scrive in italiano My pe......Read More

... Pride which is Meaningless.         It is when some folks             Who only speak Their mother tongues        Have  courage to laugh at those who can speak and write fifteen languages. ......Read More

...Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious, With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines, And thermo-nuclear weapons, There was a time when words among men Had not yet ......Read More

... He was born in an ideal place. He walks in a strange. hospitable land. He continuously talks about his drea......Read More