Overheard Poems - Poems about Overheard

Hey, ‘Nurse Ratchet,’ handle with care! ~ The next Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is forming in there ...

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I hear them talking as I open my eyes, a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, threatening to erupt. I hear question then answer, then questions plural follow up: detectives discussing something green, something sticky, an alien lifeform discovered in the night “…crawling, sobbing, limping home somewhere.” The ceiling moves, rotates above me. My...

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"Oh, look, my little Johnny is the only one in step"....

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“My Cousin Joan’s going to let Danny stay with her in Toronto, Honey.” “Toronto? What the holy hell are you talkin’ about, June? Danny’s just finished college. He’s not going anywhere. What--he’s a draft dodger now?" “It’s all arranged, Sam. Our son’s going to be drafted. He’ll be sent to Viet...

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Deep down I think you know - This is where I draw the line - So I won’t be long I promise - But feel free to chop or change - Something, anything about this - But are you sure you’re ready?...

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a deafening cacophony ego spawned thought spirals phony earth a lunatic asylum everywhere swaying pendulum mindless chatter, each soul lonely 23-September-2021...

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~ Overheard ~ Do you not find it odd that cattle and husbands we prod...

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Hey why do they call it the 'rat race' I don't know ~ Go ask the Big Cheese...

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Hark, father, yonder poet hath no pen. Still, my son. Doth the feather make the wren?...

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A party and a baptism together? They wouldn’t do that again... never! Someone said, ‘Cheese is nice.’ The priest heard, ‘Jesus Christ.’ Which stuck with that poor kid forever. 7 December 2020 For Christmas Limerick contest Sponsor Alexis Y PS... if you hear that someone in the UK just got incinerated by a rogue lightning strike... it was nice knowing you all....

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Picture this: Mt. Rushmore With its most imposing heads Discussing certain rumors Which the White House likely spreads. “He can’t be really serious!” Groused Teddy, steaming mad. “I think he is,” calm George replied. “He’s nuts, though, I should add.” “There isn’t room up here at all,” As Thomas pointed out. “He’ll just buy the surrounding land,” Said Abe, “without a doubt.” “But what a nerve!” they...

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I'm not comfortable talking about racial differences, Or even racial or sensual similarities. I know what you mean or maybe I do. Something intimate and personal about melanin and hair qualities and what lies red-blooded under shared and segregated skin. I remember when long hair quantity was an anti-patriarchal political statement, maybe even anti-capitalist economic divestment; But not political empowerment/disempowerment qualities like "good" hair or "black" hair or "kinky" hair or "Aryan" blond...

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He’s still out there Sinister whisper Her confidant nods Eyes masked, body language shut It is almost closing time I wonder about this The bag boy packs up my groceries Unconcerned, about seventeen Perhaps did not hear More likely on his way to the back A hand-held electronic game might be waiting I glance at the whisperers. Are they frightened? Intrigued? Flattered? Do I have need to...

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Oh, My favorite song, 'Light my Fire!' Yeah! My favorite too. Takes me higher I just hope they play the long version, you know I don't know. it's too long and too slow We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, ok? Uh-huh. Let's pipe down and enter the...

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Honey please try to understand You need to use more than one hand I'm going to try to push it in Careful, it's not meant to bend I know it hurt, no need to shout I am going to pull it back out I am already going slower Maybe we should try a little lower I think we may just have to quit We'll...

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