Languages Poems - Poems about Languages

We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been...

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Recently this watch woman, noticed on a couple of Christian pod casts and CBN, Jews are putting up road signs in three different languages, Hebrew, Arabic and English. Tom, of the Watchman River channel compared it to,"the signs that they use to show us the way to state parks but they have no official status yet." What else...

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My girlfriend Barbara one day introduced me to the five languages of love. I was in a relationship dilemna at the time and was hopeful it would shed much needed light. I thought surely I could figure out which language I exhibited, but more importantly at the time I desperately wanted to identify which love language...

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Ro manse languages were once all the rage But Mandarin's now taken center stage ~ Flankry, I can't stand it The Chinese are bandits ~ It's rike leceiving kick in reft libcage...

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I am walking around Basel The city not the herb I’m not doing a Basel Because Basel is not a verb The streets spew tongue twisters From mouths of many shapes Beautiful river vistas With succulent seedless grapes. In a few hours I wish to emigrate Set up my life in this efficient city After a while I understand It’s not that good, it’s a pity I’m...

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What where HOW can we be we Speak then cleave to fair flare FEAR? Urwa we do DO WE SPEAK discrete We deem how we speak! Unknown Language LUST dear DEMIER we Share? Is this some Language such As care WICK the FEAR this gist then Flick the GLITCH of this aah dis DEIR who cares We have CHANGED those words is...

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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 pen writes in Portuguese Minha caneta escreve em portugues My pen writes in Creole Plim mwen ekri an kreyòl My pen writes in Latin Calamum meum latine scribit Believe me, friends,...

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Languages are important its worth learning How nice it would be to understand other cultures To communicate and converse with others in a variety of ways Languages are diverse and unique in so many ways Languages are informative, expressive and directive in nature Languages is another way of us getting along Languages is like the rose of Heaven Falling in...

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Love Speaks All Languages ‘Je t’aime’ he whispered with passion By the Seine with the moon bright above It sounded so very romantic French, they say, is the language of love ‘Ti amo’ declared the young Roman As he courted his lady so sweet Mario, though, was a real gigolo And Maria he’d met on the street! ‘Ich liebe dich’ said Fritz to his...

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Oh these languages... strange, cultured and gallant we need to discuss all them......

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All my life I grew up stuttering the words, the slang terms the sentences everything I say coming from out of my mouth always too complicated for other people to comprehend they all think I am speaking some dead language like Latin, or Norse or Esperanto or maybe Ancient Greek or even talking backwards while learning and forming a whole different language all on my own...

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The love language of my deeply beloved love and companion, whom I miss when were apart, me waiting like a dog at the window; my partner, my life, my rock when all times get rough, my tool girl, behind which, lies the mysterious power; that dog again breathing deeply the odors of hope through that window with barely...

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Good old COBOL's stubborn, sure High-level FORTRAN still endures FOXPRO, SNOBAL, ALGOL, and BAL Did not compute, that's why they fell...

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I Am A Book By David J Walker I am a book of Unread pages I am a book I am a book Written in stages in A travel log On a road called Time With the foreign stamps Of Passport Ministers Checking my credentials along the way I am a book I am a book Of unread scripture With the lectures on faith...

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I love You in 5 Languages David J Walker How more than once A vestal dance A nights romance Gesticulates alone Perchance we heard The same music as we Glanced through colored glasses At the golden moon Bowing in the ballroom Vowing erotic promissory notes Suspected but unconfessed In the street corner confessionals I love you said in 5 languages While mocking the intonations...

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