Short Foreign Language Poems
Short Foreign Language Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foreign Language by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foreign Language by length and keyword.
math is a foreign language I do not speak
I do not embrace
I run from
I do not want
I do not need
I scoff at
I do not honor
I do not like
When I speak a foreign language
I cross my eyes and dot my teas
Little wonder I substitute ~
‘Thank you’ for ‘Please’
Merde!
Nous sommes a la plage
Is all I can remember how to say.
Merde!
Was back in the (high-schoolish) day
when French was all the rage.
Merde!
Nous sommes a la plage.
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HA! And I actually got admitted to college!
Each drop
speaks
as it splashes.
It's a foreign language
for the ghost in our hearts.
The mind cannot translate it,
flesh alone hears,
knows how to surrender,
to fall
through
that open sky
within the ground of being.
Repeatedly saying the same things
'til our words have lost all meaning
and now our conversations have become
sound & syllable
sound & syllable
sound & syllable
Reverberating between us
a foreign language
neither of us understand.
Form:
To read some poems
is to read a foreign language
only it is supposedly English
just better English than I have ever used
I would have to look up the meaning of ten words per line
To make sense of it, so I don’t bother
Skipping these gladly….
You are that foreign language,I can never read,and never understand,
yet, i need to listen,i need to learn,i need to hear,i need to make you part of
my word,the dictionary of my life,my love,my home,the a to z man of my world.
Charma
Sanskrit sweeping bronze and spine
riddled there when you were mine
underneath the spice and sun
cinnamon skin and sleepy rum
Now the wind has blown the words
riddled once and then disturbed
blown to dust and settled seas
salt and brined the lurid breeze.
I find night soothing
no disturbances
the phone silent
every moment sacred
for what is not said
Of course
I'm not so naive to think
that anyone is truly alone
thoughts prone to chatter
alien as a foreign language
or clear as the devil
whispering doubt of God
into my ears
In secret, we move to an unusual cadence
Our rhythm of choice has no dance steps
Forever different but human alike
Multiple ways to solve the same problems
Secretly, we speak a foreign language
Bound by a code of ethics and morals
Aware of the society at stake, we pray secretly
Hospital TV shows
Hold my interest
Intrigue me
Enlighten me
Delight me
Language is totally unfamiliar
Like a foreign language, foreign words
Words heard nowhere else
Except maybe in a doctor’s office
And possibly in real hospitals
But I steer clear of those
Not wanting anything to do with them
Listen to poem:
Act of Time
David J Walker
The purlieu of my childhood survives in dreams
And haunts me as I drive its hazy streets
Though everything’s complete
Still intact as if
Some sort of act of time
What was is mine
As I repeat each line as if
Spoken in foreign language play
So far away in a distant auditorium
She clad in modesty head to foot
He in tee shirt and jeans
Their eyes locked, absorbed in each other,
oblivious to another's presence in the bus shelter.
Felt the intimacy of mutual affection
Her forefinger caressed a spot just above his ear
and whispered sweet words in a foreign language
Love in a language not my own.
Love hurts
Like words written on my body
It’s a foreign language
One I had not yet felt
It was a beautiful cursive type
But it stung with every curl and swirl
It laced my skin with a drug that I hadn’t yet heard of
Every touch blistered me with a velvet kiss
Love kills me but I can’t let go
I’m entwined with the heart ache
Love can really make no sense
We can fall deeply in love with Lady A
Until Lady B or C comes to the fray
We're introduced to the word “quandary”
Your mind's in a whirl you're incoherent
People can't make sense of your lingo
It's like you're talking in a foreign language
Then all of a sudden it's “bingo”
Remember how it was in school
Diverse and sundry subjects -- Cool!
History, Math, Chemistry; Art and Music too
A Foreign Language, Swimming in a pool
Our minds were open, we took it in
With time left over to smile and grin ...
Today we spend all day to write two poems
Our brains perhaps have morphed into thumbs
some people type right into the computer
I never thought I would be one of them, but I am
At this second I am sitting my car, writing on a clipboard
As the words appear, I realize how Gemini I am
Words appear in three ways – cursive, print and shorthand
Wait. Four ways, some are abbreviated with periods
If I knew a foreign language, I am sure I would throw that in too
I am such a Gemini!
The world is flat
and that is that
The sun revolves around the earth
for what it's worth
Tobacco calms shaky nerves
it's been observed
Don't ever tell your kids "No"
if you want them unscarred to grow
Don't teach your kid a foreign language
'cos at school he won't be able to manage
People once subscribed to all of the above
'till 'new improved' theories gave them a shove
We all are prisoners
Engulfed within this tall walls
The inmates to us are friends and foes
Freedom to us, a foreign language
You are enslaved
By your duty to keep me within the walls
Even while I slumber
Elusive, sleep becomes to you
Though in different quarters
We share the same mansion
In this homely prison
Only your fearsome difference
Defines your category
But with assertion of no contempt
We all are prisoners
Form:
My lips are sealed
Tightened by pain
Locked with secrets
Perhaps I should tell you...
My life and my memories,
My troubles and struggles.
I could teach you a thing or two,
Respect, loyalty and class,
The 1950's and the 1960's.
If you want to know my dear-
Watch closely.
Look beyond the tears in my
eyes,
Translate the tremble of my hands
That is how you speak my language, petal
it's much more than words.
Have you heard any body speak in foreign language,
and compared it to the growl of a tiger,
or even the bark of a dog,
both weigh the same,
they are unintelligible sounds,
the only difference is that,
you know it is the human,
who spake with self interest in full,
and the animal,
with his limited self interest,
and it is the self interest,
which makes you familiar,
with language,
so that it is not foreign any longer.
Primal Language
Speaking gutturally in the fractured
Fragments of a foreign language,
A tongue unknown to her
She is come from another country
gesturing with her hands
Between the islands of broken English
Within her hesitations are the silent
Stutters of clarity
Using her body as a language
I know what she is asking
Between the atolls of words
Are oceans of sterling imagery
John Tansey