Reply Poems - Poems about Reply

At the sound of your bell I rush to reply But it rings in the dream I see In a moment away it flies There’s no us in reality Once we were, then we disappeared Died for no reason at all But the sound of your bell I hear Be assured I have heard your call Comes the evening, the day is gone By...

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John Michael Osbourne looks so tired and worn when asked to respond he could only say something no one could understand ...

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Your pain is shared, Jim; I go to annoy by car, not quite on a whim, to relatives who chatter ‘bout things I'm assured matter. ...

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“To be, or not to be?” asks Hamlet's soul, a mind transfixed between the depths below and life's thin, airy hold: this desperate role, I still play; although, from despair I know that meaning consists neither in wealth, pleasure, nor youth, might,...

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“Be a virgin your first time in bed once you’ve married,” my dear mother said. “But why do I see a picture of me from the day, Mama dear, YOU were wed?”...

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" As I’ve said before, I love when readers find their take of the story. We oft write collaborations :) " ~ The big poetess Kim Rodrigues. Wonderful comment reply!...

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I look outside my window and stare Is it me that feels so unaware? My head spins lightly moving the pieces I move them around make masterpieces The world outside glooms so unkind I want to grieve but it holds my mind I shouldn’t be so dramatic But I can’t help to admire the cinema-tics I color and...

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“To be, or not to be?” asked Hamlet's soul, a mind transfixed between looming limbo and life's thin, airy hold; this loathsome role, philosophers and poets have played (though some now sleep). Not wealth, nor the lap of pleasure, nor thought, strength,...

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Reminiscing notes you sent from your peacock feather quill, kind editor Embrace did I, your keen buoyancy, words whether grounded or surreal Private musing you penned upon parchment brought tears of joy, mentor Lavish poetry, and sage...

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It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucial even vital to drink Water regularly. Choosing such a random fate ‘To drink one’s youthfulness Until reaching drunkenness’ Sang Charles Aznavour Is no longer in fashion....

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I sincerely apologize on my own behalf It has taken me so long To have eventually woken up And to respond and reply To you as you did to me As I was so taken up in my own ego and self With you complimenting and embellishing me With undue undeserving praise I never was able or took my time to...

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Our my Schade As recently as this Father's Day Sunday Sent me a message Saying to my Honorary Dad Although I don't and am unable to say it I hope you know you are my Honorary Dad And because of our family history I instantaneously both assumed and also presumed She was indeed in fact obviously talking about my father her grandad She looked after when he was dying And she...

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O' lover, I Beg You Give A Reply O' love this simple truth I now shall pen! My wounded heart will bleed it out in ink Our love was beautiful and 'twas no sin Being without you now is all I think! O' love where is thy sweetest angel kiss And the pure joy of thy red blooming heart I wake at...

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I called for my dearest oldest friend, on my death bed as I was reaching the end. I said... “Before I am laid to rest, I need to get a few things off my chest. And when I am finished please reply, so that in peace on my bed I can finally die.” And I cried... “In the beginning...

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