Meeting Poems - Poems about Meeting

Where would she be? We asked her dad. Wait. It’s her husband; his name is Chad. He’s much older than she, fifty at least. Where is our neighbor, young Charise? She came to the door wearing curlers galore. Oh look, she said, it’s the new neighbors next door. She was holding a puppy, swinging silver hoops too. Let’s see, you are Jane,...

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THE DAY I CONTACTED THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH I WAS LIVING IN TOTAL FEAR SUFFERING FROM MENTSL ILLNESS WRITING IN A JOURNAL WHEN A GROUP OF JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES BEGAN BREAKING I MY HOME OBSESSED WITH MY POETRY SHE BEGAN TRYING TO EXTORT...

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Nothing made sense before you even the wind forgot how to whisper and the stars blinked without purpose as if waiting for your light to show them how. Then you appeared like rain in a dry season and my heart, once cracked and tired blossomed at the sound of your voice. Ever since I met you every hour feels like poetry. Even silence speaks your...

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her presence at first sight an illumination something I didn’t understand she stirred imagination a current ran through my body and whatever stirred was beyond comprehension an angel, perhaps I watched as she checked into my life and disappeared without a word but she lingered in my mind a constant stirring until the next time when I said hello ...

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When you meet with old friends After months, even years, There is comfort in having No need to switch gears. For the groundwork’s been set And the basics are known, So there’s just catching up – How the grandkids have grown! But most likely you’ll talk About health or its lack And the surgeries done On the hips, knees or back. There’ll be notes to compare About...

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That heavy, dark presence Sitting on your throne Grabbing at my laurel To claim as your own It presses on my door Pushing up on my space Where TRUTH lives in peace Eating Manna at her own pace There's a fire rising on my table Licking the saints all around With contentment in LOVE And no whisper of fear can be found I return your silver fork Without...

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You have a new message 'oh did you forget about me' no but your picture suggested we couldn't inhabit the same universe There was a lunchtime meetup I tell myself I am not that sort of person but maybe you were for one wild week five dates in three days 'I always say I didn't chose acting acting chose me' We had a coffee, saw...

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(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic) Chance Meeting Where were you when we met just now In something of a hub, Airport terminal or hotel lobby, As you walked right by And our eyes met Yours growing in shocked amazement As you exclaimed, “What are you doing here!?” And we hugged in warm embrace. You now long gone And yet still we meet in transit Each of...

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Every pirate west of the Caribbean had heard of Captain Gary Bee. He was reputed to be way younger than the next captain at twenty-three. We were anxious to meet him, so we invited him to tea. He strutted in with short pants, that barely covered up a knee. It is rude to ask pirate captains their age, so...

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Captain Bee of the Ship McKee had a reputation all over the Seventh Seas A pirate narcissist, who made people grovel down to their knees He had cold steely blue eyes, and he was fearsome to the point of absurd. I was fearful of this pirate, until I realized that Captain Bee is a canary bird....

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When I meet you. I found you odd. You sparked my interest. With your cute nods. I tried to leave, but you pulled me back. Making me feel such a spark. The spark grows bigger with each passing day. Sometimes the wind tried to blow it away. Yet it grew to be as big as...

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Summer speaks: “O wandering Wind, why do you sigh so soon? My sunny days are not yet through. Must you come with dry and falling leaves To cool my fire, my joy, my golden hue?” Autumn replies: “Dear friend, I do not come to take, but to change— To wrap your songs in softer light. Your warmth has shone so strong, so long, But...

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In the depths of that meeting, an echo of a silent love was born, like a hidden whisper in the cold wind embracing the sleeping earth, and every moment spent together became a page from an untold story, where words were unnecessary, and their silence was full of deep meanings. He looked at her as a winter miracle, a...

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4/3/2025 No, it was not a dream at all…. I was with George Chakiris by my personal request. No,I was not in with crazed teeny boppers in a hall. It was just George and I, from whom, I chose to learn from the best! I wish I could tell you...

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we thought he had brought her for window dressing His ex-wife was here, and no one was confessing Their classmates were startled, they thought they’d married for life. Twenty-year-younger version of the ex-love of his life was his new wife....

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