Talked Poems | Examples

I talked with the new moon tonight

I talked with the new moon tonight,
And asked: - How fast,
How slow
The seasons come and go,
The birds migrate, the grass is getting dry,
And not be late
In life,
In death,
At birth, how loud do we have to shout?
How long to stay?
And wait,
And count,
How slow, how fast we have to love,
And get a glimpse of quicksand,
A touch of a tear
When wrapped arms melt in waves,
How many steps?
The ocean, lying at your feet
Begging for your embrace,
How slow the clouds go, or
                                                Stay
Still,
How long the gaze,
How slow the breath

Limerick

there was a young lass named Mame
who thought she was headed for fame
she wanted to be a mime
but ran out of time
she talked too much and had only herself to blame

Paul Talked Tough

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

talked to a star one night

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 are so busy
Gazing at the stars
We lose track of one another
Stand alone wondering
Why the moonlight is so cold
And the stars seem so sad.

We decided to shine together
And whisper
                    “Come join us any starry night”

Sat and talked all night

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 love him, I can’t let him go
Mind says he’s a player and time will show

We sat and we talked, you became sad
Confusion swept over you, you should be mad
He came back after silence for 6 long weeks
The confusion is what does he seek

We sat and we talked, and you asked why
Then you sat there and began to cry
I shed a tear with you tonight
Your Pain is my pain, I can’t make this right

Let's think we talked

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 to think about it.
Let's continue with the dialogue: 
..
.
Wait would there even be one? Wouldn't I just stay quiet or even start to cry-

I smile and nodd: ,,yeah."

Wait,
Was that really it?

I have been talked into Crystal Bridges

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 to spend one night.
Four of us want to spend two nights.

I do not relish driving four hours two days in a row.
Driving is one of the main reason I decided to retire.
I will keep you posted, closer to October.
By then we might have to rent a party bus.

You can be lied to talked about plotted against and still win

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 life 
Should give you a reason to try again!
As you retrain your mind
And remove the blind spots that
Often plague human lives
You will realize that you are stronger than the storm
Getting up and trying again should be the norm so
Know who is gold and who is gold-plated in your life
This will make a difference 
Because this will show you the reality of life
Yet in the end, you can be lied on
Talked about, plotted against 
And still, win

Mark Frank

Copyright 2023

We Never Talked About It

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 home right after. 

To do homework.

I’m in my room, and it’s silent.

I know she’s downstairs,

I know she’s mad that I’m like this.

We never talk anymore.

Like we did when I was a kid.

I learned it’s better that way.

Now I know I was right.

Talked Into Visiting Paris

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 Paris.
I ended up staying longer than my friend, smelling French roses.
Drinking their wine, trying to learn their language.

Next year I plan to return and stay much longer.
I have put a collage together, representing the highlights.
Made into a bit of a window, it sits above my breakfast table.
Coaxing me back into the world of the Parisians.

Men Hunted Women Talked

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 is fateful 
and when you are that courageous 
experiencing that what is dangerous 
part of a team requires trust 
surviving what could see you crushed 
you can laugh and you can banter 
because the danger doesn’t factor 
what isn’t fatal doesn’t matter 
so men make jokes and women chatter 
as women looked after the young 
the sleeping baby to noisy ones 
mums sharing with other mums 
learning what others have done 
that means talking back and forth 
to offer help and give support 
while men hunting’s a silent sport 
so women talk while men fall short 
relying more on what they’ve heard 
a sensitivity has occurred 
while men make jokes poke fun and stir 
in ways that women find absurd

Talked Out of a Poem

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 threshold of nowhere.

We exchange ‘see-yer’ lingo.

Alone again,
my mind reverts to being
a heat-seeking sea anemone.

Sadly, the unfinished poem
has turned into a small owl,
perched on a thin tree
in the Andes.

In Sorrow Walked and Talked

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 had to grieve
It was for a sought reprieve…

Talked Into Watching Drag Races

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 idea why, but this wild drag racing madness is fun.
Please tell me why you think this is if you ever go to one.

Talked To Dad

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Talked to dad
In my dreams
I’ll see him
On the out
And tell him
It’s no big deal
He didn’t visit
Or write
Just glad he’s back
In my life

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