Short Dialect Poems
Short Dialect Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dialect by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dialect by length and keyword.
global village voice - a dialect of babel
mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience.
the poetry slam - pen viva voce
Robert Burns earthy&erudite
celebrated yearly with a poetry night
He said he was a 'rimer by chance'
the dialect leads the ear a merry dance
Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words
used there and then
Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
Northern Maine in the north country air
Ask direction did the road go where
In a heavy north Maine dialect
Came the answer return so correct
Road don't go nowhere it just lays there
They call me crazy
but don’t understand my dialect;
Ferocious questions
with unattainable answers;
Focusing on themselves
they never stopped to simply listen.
Berserk folly .
DIALECT
The more poison I embrace
Bitter is the taste
Calibrated submission
Healthy decisions
Dialect…
5/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Fallen Autumn leaves know the babbling water's dialect,
the language of the mute stream, Socratic running of its mouth.
Pretzeled on a stump, I dream what horrors and wonders I've missed.
Woman
Woman is attractive flower
Woman is beautiful gift
Woman is great source of comfort
Woman has a sweet dialect
Woman is central figure of family
Woman is to be loved
There is an old scribbler from Southwark*
Who’s poetry undoubtedly sucks.
She couldn’t pronounce ‘poem’,
‘Cause she rhymed it with ‘home’.
Ain’t posh enough, innit, so she’s stuck!
A lazy man's dialect
Langston Hughes' dream deferred
A place in the sun, postponed
Procrastination
Date written: 06/08/2020
For Deb Guzzi's Dialect contest
Where'd you pahk the cah?
Pahk the cah in hahvad yahd
Let's go hit dem bahs!
Game's about to staht
Dem Yanks be pissin' me off!
My god weahs whed socks
Really want to indigo impress
Everyone reading to know you better
Strong words to give the best
Unique description denim dialect clever
Maybe I will have success
Even though with paper and pen I digress
Paul Laurence Dunbar
In terms of poetic excellence, he set a high bar
He was called "the poet of his people", so adept
At writing his poems in African-American dialect
perplexed.
with such conviction,
mania fixed, fabricated dialect
of a place
nonexistent. choke,
breathe, introduction- as faults
stick, seethe.
glee, combustion contorts,
distorts, creates revolution.
flee.
Okay all you growed up kiddies, ready for this
Jack and Jill fell down the hill, the original premise
Well the true story is such
They ended up in a clutch
Humping and bumping till they spoke a foreign dialect
Okay all you growed up kiddies, ready for this
Jack and Jill fell down the hill, the original premise
Well the true story is such
They ended up in a clutch
Humping and bumping till they spoke a foreign dialect
Colourblind Slim
Colourblind Slim was orn'ry an' mean
Today he said the stop lite was green
Here lies Colourblind Slim
©4/01/2012
Form:Epitaph
*spellings are intentional for dialect
For Broken Wings contest: Form E
Whispers of vespers
I am tickled by nocturnal whiskers
whisking away the camera roll
of morning and afternoon
whiskey pictures
a picnic bowl of marvelous
madman mixtures
I voice my witch doctor
opinions with high dialect scriptures
global village voice - a dialect of babel
NOTE: A mono gram is a one line epigram style poem of not more than 17
syllables with a humourous/witty ,ironic or enigmatic theme. or thought or
contrast.Think of a senryu in contrast to a haiku.
Inside me, an angel
almost pure,
inside me one
almost mild demon ...
An angel of poetry,
a demon of protest ...
The conjunction of these
contrasts, I do
dialectical poems ...!
Cat speaks to me
Bloodless meows
And tranquil purrs —
We share a bond of trust
Though no common language
No prose, no poetry;
No organs or bells yet
Clearly sensed a collective chant —
Spirit knows our true cappella
Dialect skins, and beneath the Peelings —
Four people sit before me,
Two female, two male.
One is foreign,
One is young,
One is relaxed,
One is strict.
If I were blind, I couldn’t tell their race.
If I were deaf, I couldn’t hear their dialect.
If I were both deaf and blind, I would only believe them to be humans.
The scene,translucence transformed now seen and heard.Each inflection
injected with pregnant pause where accent and dialect and emphasis brings clarity of thought.Voiced alone,words once dead, black on white,now rest within the hearer’s ear.Once imagined sounds,a unique reality.
Little Miss Katie reached for her teddy
soon as she was bathed and ready
She lovingly named it Mr Freddie
For cuddles and hugs,it was greedy
so the furry whispered to the li'l lady
a secret dialect, so soft and steady
flowing from eyes, brown and beady
Written 05/23/2016 Picture#3
Being quite circumspect,
I've come to suspect
I'm far from perfect.
But with all due respect,
I humbly reject
Any who would inspect
Then collect
And correct
All aspects
Of my defects.
Except,
I expect
Those who can also accept
Please pardon my dialect -
They's fah from poifect