Multilingual Poems - Poems about Multilingual

...music to kids ears Pete carried on with his flute without parental consent his larynx engaged as his footprints leave their clues there would be scars over soot townsfolk grab pitchforks m......Read the rest...

...multilingual birds i hear - little studs poked into each ear in stunning colors......Read the rest...

...The first language that you learn when you are a baby. Rather than a language learned at school or an adult. The language which a person has grown up speaking from early childhood. Perso......Read the rest...

... The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best, in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest, where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong; so mimics and jabbers ......Read the rest...

...Your hoped for an aural jump from commencement letters abroad Your idealised viewpoint of the West minus the 2.4 children, and your multilingual approach even German for extra flourish inches i......Read the rest...

...Her appearance I cannot express But sure I know her in the flesh In myriad contexts can she speak though she's not multilingual She may be married, maybe single in ever......Read the rest...

...Oh 'Santa's Gift' attack, A Greenland-based hacking group, Bypassing input sanitation, Root access to your cloud will soon be scooped. Privacy and security advocates, Fighting to eliminate coo......Read the rest...

...Some languages are fluently translatable but only by how the mouth utters and shapes them, they are too musical to be not sung, like Gaelic; it was my mother’s tongue and her grandmother’s elder......Read the rest...

...It will happen naturally to me: I will be lucky. I'm supposed to be watching all mild night. Multilingual worship and prayer plucky. That seems to be harps and is a slashed sight. W......Read the rest...

...They come as close as they can. The tree line is a frontier edge between them and the brick barricades. I imagine them peering over their world into mine, and though their hooting may be on......Read the rest...

...My “silliness” hat is atop my head As I begin yet another day Who knows where this weird mind of mine Will take me, who's to say Could go where no man's tread before To the outer limit......Read the rest...

...The date and time on a digital clock sings me a sotto voce halleluiah as I roll over on the surf of a shoaling shore. This is how a poem arrives, In a leaky boat loaded with refugees all arri......Read the rest...

... Words forming stories on my mind-canvas… The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power; a force to be celebrated and dreaded. The images of the artist; words paint prof......Read the rest...

...It is good to be alive. The date and time on a digital clock sings me a sotto voce halleluiah as I roll over into the surf of a shallow listlessness. This is how a poem arrives, In a leaky bo......Read the rest...

...Words forming stories on my mind-canvas… The written words, letters drawn upon a page are, power; a force to be celebrated and dreaded. The images of the artist; words paint profou......Read the rest...