Spoken Language Poems - Poems about Spoken Language

...During Infancy During infancy the wires on the TVs, which transmit or get signals, were responsible for my fast brain growth at 4 weeks. My first words: declare to be true and affirma......

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...Defecation accidentally clogged... for the umpteenth time during spate to sit scrawny buttucks on porcelain throne id est videre licet toilet bowl... with toxic water brew threatening to o......

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...Theme: Vulnerability Saviour Complex - Free Verse In the absence of love, a childhood is shaped by the stars, but when black smoke is the only impression in the light, sorrows peel in......

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...How high does the blue sky go? Why is grass green instead of pink? Who invented hieroglyphics? I stared at my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter. Consternated and confused. For three and a half ......

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...Kneeling with sword raised to the sky, As the blade glistens from, The shadow of the moon with desire, In respect of the god's above. Only a spoken language, All do understand. Pleading, askin......

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...One who does not cast a shadow One who possesses no real image None other than the creator of universe Who we call the Almighty God Does he really exist, or just a freak of imagination True feel......

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...I have bad teeth. Always have since birth. I had braces as a child and hated it. Hated going to the dentist. Put it off too long, too often. Ended up with multiple root canals, and bone grafts, a......

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...Dear exam Sincerely I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you To be fair, I don’t think anybody does You issue countless threats in the name of tests A series of poison in carefully measured dosage......

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...When the world was youthful spiderwebs sang as they were spun. Language was woven in the air as accents of winds and trees conveyed by an eloquent sky. Untrammeled meadows annunciated upon the ......

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...I imagine myself Stepping into a painting Of a strange city With geometric shapes It’s something I never saw before Where buildings look Like buildings but not Also, the people have No faces ......

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...the rhythm of old poems, precision breathing in and out, nose and mouth. reality fogs a window on a cold winter morning, clears the congested mind one wrinkle at a time. in our misspent ......

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...Hurt is a Spoken Language It came from your heart, like gas on fire, burning everything in its path. Hurt was your spoken language. Fluent in anger, flippant with pain. Words tossed carele......

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...Love is not just a spoken language nor will it always heal like a bandage. Affectionate actions and self sacrifice should come naturally - not at a price. Real passion is not only lus......

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...“Writing [maketh] an exact Man,” claims Francis Bacon. Macaulay’s Minutes is our bible. Derrida emphasizes the Primacy of Writing. Freedom to write is also guaranteed— by our Indian Constitu......

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...All of a sudden there are blues Compose with your clues With secrets and lies Where your feelings die You should have known what it meant When there is abandonment Leaving feelings of discou......

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