Short Conversed Poems
Short Conversed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Conversed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Conversed by length and keyword.
The moon, the sea conversed
Above, the stars conspired
Within the universe –
And I did so aspire
To capture it in verse
And by it be inspired –
Conversed with one who talked gobbledygook,
his mouth overflowed like a babbling brook,
so while his words don't impress
I had to escape this mess...
Excuse me, your fly is undone - just look!
I saw him today
I conversed with him today
I witnessed sparks fly
Please add my snapchat
follow me on Instagram
comment cute heart eyes
A friendship starting
A relationship blooming
We need a ship name
xoxo
Conversed today with my ninety-year-old sister
Now that's longevity, perhaps I should whisper
Case pearly gatekeeper's asleep
The great benefits she'd reap
Could be the gatekeeper might be into the liquor
Conversed today with my ninety-two-year-old sister
Now that's longevity, perhaps I should whisper
Case the gatekeeper's asleep
The great benefits she'd reap
Or maybe the gatekeeper could be into the liquor
Traced undated thoughts
Conversed deepest life's questions
Ageless wit surmount
Mind traversed within
Whilst vibrant colors made hue
Gently asked questions
Embraced each other
Radiating every facet
Life's truest secret.
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
NOTE:AMERICAN CINQUAIN (an imagist stressed version)WAS DEVISED BY ADELAIDE CRAPSEY (William Soutar Epigrams are a similar wordplay form)
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
Mythical Myra lived in my mind
She was my bestie – lovely and kind
A terrific listener when I had to unwind
Giving me honest suggestions, not easy to find
A wonderful secret, enjoyable to keep
She usually conversed during deep sleep
In my dream, drove a classy Barbie-like jeep
The kind never found in a junkyard heap
Mythical Myra lived in my mind
She was my bestie – lovely and kind
A terrific listener when I had to unwind
Giving me honest suggestions, not easy to find
A wonderful secret, enjoyable to keep
She usually conversed during deep sleep
In my dream, drove a classy Barbie-like jeep
The kind never found in a junkyard heap
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
A quintile is a poem of linked American cinquains
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
A quintile is a poem of linked American cinquains
THE SHADOW BOX REMEMBRANT
drawing out a pen
drawing, drawing two legs...
Crossing with an eye in the middle
drawing a box around it staring.....
staring at it for a transfixed time....
the shadow remembrant
and the phone rings
...please.. please remind her not
to forget what they had conversed...
Lewis k Nyaga
I sport a mask, not to mention the fog
Yesterday I tripped on a huge log
Specks need; built-in wiper
Didn’t see the sly viper
To top it off, I conversed with a hog
*I wear glasses, and wearing the mask
my glasses fogs up when I breathe
Alexis Y.
04/15/2021
I've left it alone.
If for no other reason,
Then it takes to much to justify.
Every time.
I've touched on it with my loved ones,
Gone over it with friends,
Conversed with colleagues
and poured over it with the passer-bys.
But as I drove my car over the bridge,
I decided - I'll leave it alone.
It's nothing to do with me anyway.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
NOTE:quintile(LINKED Ameican cinquains)
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
Met and conversed
A rapport on first sight
A chance meeting..to a life-times
Delight
that
Summer
Evening,silken
Long..an encounter of
Initiations together
Explored
as Desire
Welled within
Words became a promise
So sublime,a love now,and for
All time
Listen to me read this poem aloud on youtube today under name of ichthyschiro
She conversed with the butterflies
The more abrasive ones says she lies.
But to kin, ability is no big surprise
Spirit animals speak to her through God’s eyes.
An empath’s heart will truly expand and rise.
In the present of the spirit sent to surmise
Whether or not she is living her highest highs.
Studying her today are His monarch butterflies.
LOVE ATFIRST SIGHT a quintile
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
A quintile is a poem of linked American cinquains
We ate the turkey and the sides,
We watched the big parade,
Conversed with all the grown-ups
And with grandkids laughed and played.
A typical Thanksgiving
But quite special nonetheless
And as a guest, I didn’t cook
Or clean up all the mess!
Of all the holidays, this one
Unites both kith and kin,
Reminding us of where we are
In life, and where we’ve been.
Her Name Was Renee
Her name was Renee Penee
She was a sweet old cat
Friendly and vocal
Even though our meal schedules differed
We did nearly everything together
But mostly without feathers-
We even conversed
She gave me some advice
Before she passed away
I just need time to figure it out
Preferably without any pouts
Yes, her name was Renee
Not Fay or Kay nor even Rey
But it was better than her original name
We had a very mad affair
But that was years ago
Now we are both turning grey
Our eyes have seen sorrow and pain
It was good to see her
We come from different traditions
I am a somewhat observant Jew
She was raised a Roman Catholic
Does that matter?
Some would say yes, others no
I guess assimilation is on the table
But I have been to Israel and that changed me somewhat
Well two souls conversed this afternoon
I don't regret it
we were crossing the bridge with no worries that day
When I heard a thunderous voice say “Stop there! HEY!”
A two-headed monster gave both of us the eye.
Pay us twenty-two cents, one said, or you will die.
I can pay you fifty cents, I told them, but I don’t have twenty-two.
He and his other head conversed and decided that would have to do.
We always bring money now when we want to cross that bridge.
And we have made friend with the monster, we call him Midge.
Moon and Sun conversed one day debating which
one lead the way to happiness for those who gaze
at sun and moon so far away-
Sun claimed warmth and sunbeams bright-
moon claimed romance thru the night-
Sun said flowers lean toward me-
moon said my light leads the way-
moon said I can change my look-
crescent, full and in-between-
sun came back with this to say-
my warmth makes for a lovely day-
sun and moon finally agreed to become one
and eclipsed that day.
At Jimmy Carter’s funeral
A senator exclaimed
He saw Obama “kiss the ring”
Of He-Who-Can’t-Be-Named.
I watched the clips and verified
The two of them conversed.
It was a bit surprising, but
It didn’t seem coerced.
Most others kept their distance,
Which is what I would have done,
For I’m sure I couldn’t cozy up
To someone I would shun.
Yet perhaps it’s just diplomacy
That people should expect,
But it’s hard for most to share a laugh
With one they don’t respect.