Short Call Out Poems
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The hand
ticks toward noon,
main street quiets,
a voice call out -
make my day....
Clint makes his play
we share the stars,
paths unknown to one another.
they call out to us and we remember -
we meet ourselves
walking together.
I beg, remember me no more
For your thoughts call out to mine
I've lost my soul, my heart, my core
And of late, even losing my mind
She sat by the Christmas tree
Call out our names
Gave us our gifts
Every season, the same.
Mom now sits,
At the right side of God.
Waves call out in song,
Sea breeze teases sunlit hair—
Sands of time await.
Flip-flops mark our path to peace,
Horizon holds dreams aloft.
There once was a girl named Cheryl
Who always seemed in deep peril
She would call out a lot
Till what she wanted she got
And her boyfriend ended up sterile
I call out your name.
But, you never answer me.
You are always there.
I try to reach out to you.
You’re a shadow in my mind.
© Holly P. Moore
October 2012
Sometimes I see the stares of dreams left behind
Like picture frames nailed to a wall
Looking hollow
Do they call out to me?
Whispering of a future
I would never know.
With my lamp my left
And my brown haired dog my right
Something dark lurks in the woods
Who is there I call out?
We dashed out, smeared with blood a babe.
I call out your name
My voice carrying my heart
Nothing but echoes...
echoes....
echoes...
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Emotion
up and down
mood swings
drive me crazy
scream silently
call out for the end
what causes it all
why do these thoughts come
where is the end
can you find me
or will it be too late
When you
Call out
His name
Pour this
Cup of
Everlasting faith
Upon your soul
Letting God
Take full control
Giving thanks
To the Lord
Bringing absolute faith
In your world
Faith, hearing
Me speak
I fall asleep in clouds of snow white and baby blue
I stand tall in the middle of nowhere if only you knew
I call out to you - echoes protrude through the air
Despair filters through the darksome atmosphere
When I am heavy hearted,
And burdens are pressing sore,
When there’s no one to help me,
And no relief is in store.
I call out to Jesus,
When I obey Him my burdens are lifted,
And He sets my spirit free.
Cross the line
Call out my name
Tell me the truth
Stop fearing what you don’t know
Why do you try
To act like there’s nothing?
I asked you questions
You denied it
But why do you say different
To others?
Form:
I watch her legs
Unfurl
Like a tulip awakening
In the morning sun
Her lips
Soft and moist
Call out to me
With the fragrance of love
Is there anything
More exquisite
Than watching
A blossom unfold
She was a burglar
With the lightest touch
She stole bits and pieces
Until all that was left
Were the bones of a dreamer
And the lips of a fool
Lips… that call out
For a beautiful thief
That will never return
Summer heat ramps up.
My plans proceed in despair.
My spirit mired
~
My garden is parched.
I water plants as I can.
I fear some are missed.
~
They call out to me.
I can hear them in my dreams.
I sleep uneasy
Daily Poetry #40, March 9, 2017
Word: Pillar
Under the stone pillar, where hands don't connect,
And eyes cannot see one another.
“Come out, please don't hide away forever,”
I call out in hopes that we'll see eye-to-eye.
saw you in a photo
time passes on
my heart skips a beat
my love willl go on
passion of the heart
key to my soul
love has no boundaries
im losing control
i call out your name
i whisper in your ear
my love will remain
its clear
Fear & anguish
Dread to perish
Within this sunken vibration
Call out to Shiva with elation
With unwavering focus
Childlike trust the locus
Upon which we cry for assistance
Devoid of any doubt or resistance
09-January-2021
Bloodshot eyes stare into the overwhelming darkness
Wrapped in solitude as the moon rises
Half of the bed lay empty
Echoing voices call out in sympathy
Tears begin to roll down cold soaked checks
Night is no time for sleep
If you call out loudly,
the past will find you
The pain but a looking glass,
all time a shroud
As memory surrounds,
its prison reopens
Chaining the present
—locking the future down
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
my phone is on only when I want it to be
Which is only when I turn it on to call out
I like controlling my phone times
and my phone people
I like knowing the who, when, where, and how long it will be.
I am a master at not wasting my time
Release the hounds
Call out the guard
Some simple fool
Crapped in my yard
Oh woe is me
Oh heavy sigh
Look at this poo
Piled a mile high
No words will help
No song be sung
Just tell me now
Who flung the dung