Speak Poems

Meeting somewhere in the middle

face to face worlds apart
words go quiet when sad eyes meet
it's hearts' turn to speak


Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Eyes That Speak

we had a lot to say, sadly we still do
could've said that in the moment when the world was below our feet
but the fear, the caged beast inside us needed our heart as a feast
so we chose never to say but enjoy the very moment 
yet our eyes whispered and held the secret meetings
the tides

Victoria, do your duty, Along with me'

Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral

Bandairio Bandaria

Punt the Visitor
Wriiten By:Halcyon Daze
A punt is a flat-bottomed 
boat with a square-cut bow
, designed for use in small
 rivers and shallow water.
 Punting is boating in a punt
; the punter propels 
Here in South 
South Papua (capital Merauke)
we'd fish and  farm. The people
of Papua have tradations
they'd celebrate the festive of
the Dieties. The myth

does everyone else understand bird 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?

Barrier Reef is Alive, Let it Speak

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

Allow Me To speak

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

Speaking The Truth

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.

Be Persuasive, Speak Of A Strong Commitment

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

adorable bird speak

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

She didn’t speak with me, she dreamed me

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.

We speak in light

 
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.

They Speak and Act an Oxymoron

The politicians speak and act out in pure oxymoron.
By that I mean say one thing or promise one thing and do a next or the opposite. Some friends also do.
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

Let Me Speak To YOUR Manager

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

The Room Where the Stars Don’t Speak

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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