Speak Poems - Poems about Speak

the birds’ conversation is lively and fast do the trees understand? what about the long grasses and the violets? Is everyone in the know? the mosses? the dandelions? the ivy? Does everybody understand bird speak except me?...

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I am the reef beneath the sun’s warm sway. A thousand years old, yet slipping away. Your nets and ships cut deep into my skin, But my heart still beats deep in currents within. You count me as treasure, a thing to own. Yet I am an ecosystem, of coral and stone. Grant me my...

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Don't think I'm an old substance. I too was, like you, young once. I am weighed down by silence. Times have tested my patience. Why should you speak for my sake? Can you heal my every ache? Why should you expound my words? Do you know the words of birds? With my parlance, I'm at ease. Why should you be my mouthpiece? Allow me to...

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Like the nectar of a ripe peach taste, is the outcome of a word well placed. For truth as it begins to unfold, is understood only if correctly told. ...

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One knows by the blinking eyes when someone lies to hide guilt... even words sound fake on your waking up; I'm tired of the promises coated with lies: times and times again I've pleaded to quit, but obeyed your command turning into a pup! Be persuasive, speak of a strong commitment, stick to true words: they're a golden treasure, don't use me only...

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ribbity ribbity ribbity whoo ee whoo ee ribbity ribbity ribbity whoo ee whoo ee If I had a beak I could better imitate this adorable bird speak...

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when I was too small for words, my mother would dream me. I’d say “A” and she understood I wanted eternity. The next day, she’d place it in my spoon....

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We speak in light, though not in tongue, With glances flared and silence sung. No alphabet could ever hold The stories written in the soul. Yet still we try, with breath and fire To map the stars of our desire, And every word, though lost or plain, Returns as thunder, shaped by rain....

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The politicians speak and act out in pure oxymoron With warm cruelty and in a very nice and seemingly gentle sinister pretentious intentions. Pure bare cold sweetly favoured and spicy nothings.....nothingnesses, They promise you a great and propserous year. But then they do absolutely nothing to improve your life in the slightest. There is such a cold malignant mliciousness in...

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Let Me Speak To YOUR Manager All Contracts Should Contain An "Out": “Unless You Turn To Karen…” Or Ken, Or Caleb, Doesn’t Matter, She “Shirley” Isn’t Feminine. A Never-Ending Glass Of Gripes Overflowing Full… Understanding Isn’t "Nice" When You Don’t Know The Rules. Things Are Amusing! But Only Greetings Know How To Be "Kind"… I Don’t Get It, You Lost Me, Honey… *** I TRIED To Read Your Mind. -Gray Squirrel 07-20-2025 ...

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There is a room no one remembers. It exists between seconds, beneath the sigh of clocks, where grief collects like dust no one dares to clean. A boy once lived there. Not in body but in everything the world chose not to see. He was the note never played in the song, the letter erased before the ink could dry. He breathed like wallpaper quiet, patterned, unseen. No one ever...

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When I’m in a place of darkness and cold, Speak to me from Love, no need to be bold. For you’re only sharing what you’ve been told, Allow Truth to flow through that’s good as gold. Dear writer of poetry, release truth which can mend. Let it flow through our land and spread like the wind. Write from your instinct, tell...

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whee whee whee whee whee wick wick wick wick wick hurray hurray hurray hurray hurray bird speak in the morning...

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Gotta go to school it's the same old story teach me a lesson would be good for me learning all the rules five days of the week don't fall behind don't think don't speak gotta go to work it's the same sad story get me a job that's sure to bore me working for a wage five days of the week don't...

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bird speak fascinates me I wish we had a Rosetta stone to explain the tweets, peeps, cheeps and whistles...

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