Talked Poems - Poems about Talked

Paul talked tough, said he wanted to pulverize his enemy But didn’t have one as far as any of us roommates could see I’d mangle and maim them like a warrior wrecking ball His only enemies are on video games, our friend Paul...

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Talked to a star one night It whispered From behind a greying cloud “I’m lonely” It seems stars are so busy shining They have little time to chat They find it ironic that we humans Write so much about them Attribute to them strange powers Of auric ascendancy. I whispered back Lest I be thought mad By other star gazers “I am lonely also” It seems that we humans...

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We sat and talked all through the night Your heart and mind in a confusing fight Heart says you love him, your mind says why Your heart says hard to explain so please just try Heart says his eyes say a lot, he has emotional layers Mind says wake up, smell the coffee, he’s just a player Heart says but I...

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How I know youuUu- No, how I know me.. Anyways, one of us would sit legs spread chilled on the chair and start with answering:,,like before", After I might speak about love. I, no you, sorry. And I would copy your Position or you mine. Would you? Maybe we really had nothing related- Let's not think about it at all, it's dumb...

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my girlfriends have talked me into a vacation at Crystal Bridges in Arkansas, a four hour drive I kept calling it Ruby Bridges, getting it mixed up with the book. Three of us decided we need to go there to celebrate my retirement. I chose the month – October. There are now eight of us who want to go. Some wanted...

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Some are like gold in your life Some are gold-plated Know the difference Because this will show you the reality of life You can be lied on Talked about, plotted against And still, win Often people try to spin you in A direction that is not linked to your purpose Break free and see the glory of your story Every season of...

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My mom asked if I wanted to go in. He knows, and he’s waiting to tell us. He tells us that I’m a weirdo. He tells us that I’m quiet, and shy, and going to be like that forever. And there’s nothing we can do about that. He smiles, evilly. He smiles, in pity. I’ll never see him again. I’ll have to go...

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I was talked into going to France by a persuasive friend. Was not into it until I arrived. It was a magical place. The Louvre is unbelievably chic and classy. I truly enjoyed the musee d’orsay The arc de triomphe is something you do not want to miss. Luckily you see the Eiffel tower no matter where you are in...

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When men hunted as a group facing danger as a troop heartbeat pounding on a loop probably with pee and poop silently they’d gravitate encircle as they separate yet as one coordinate attacking to eliminate get it wrong it could be fatal survive it and be very grateful facing death becoming faithful gamble when the risk...

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It was when I reached my fortieth birthday. Not so young, but, youthfulness ruled the day. I was known as an educationist, around, My intelligence and wisdom, they felt, was sound. Not many were invited to my birthday party, My friends said I looked hale-and-hearty. Cut the cake and with all simple meals shared, I felt, as though by all, I was...

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"(I carry you with me) where I go you go." Quote - E.E. Cummings when mom passed away I was...

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I am muse-walking, ~~ writing a poem. The phone rings - it’s my pal. Something my mouth says makes us both laugh. At the same time, one of my hands is searching for the image I was just about to find, before the cell phone fractured it. "Yea come over I’m doing nothing." I am almost touching a black cat in a dark room, almost see it evaporating on the...

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Each moment he had to grieve, He would his chest widely heave But while he did often walked And sometimes easily talked! Sorrow not the same as Chain: Not what should halt Moving Train; So, while crying use your brain And tears you could dry with sleeve; In a way would you relieve: One may one’s handkerchief leave And in Finesse not believe... Some moments one...

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Drag racing is fun my pushy neighbor said, pleading. I did not dare go, myself always caught speeding. I could picture myself in one of those bashed up cars. Smashed up and injured, later maybe behind jail bars. She coaxed and persuaded, and took me any way. Watching three red Ferraris wreck kind of made my day. I have no...

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On the corner of East and West streets, there is a parallel lane that heads south, and just north of that, ...

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