Talking Poems - Poems about Talking

Eyes has ways to talk Even in silence can tell I care and love you....

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Foundation. In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious? Title. The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between (A regal voice whispers) You do know What you do and feel in public or secret My child Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's Jacob Marley Character Into and after...

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I said to my dog, "Let us go then, you and I, while pink, wispy clouds traverse the azure sky. Oh, do not bark, ‘What is it?’ Let's just go and make our visit to your favorite tree so you can whiz it. And then, we’ll go walk a little by the beach, to hear the mermaids singing, each...

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For talking too much in class, we've buttoned your lip. If the teacher does ask you to talk, here is a little tip. You unbutton your lip just like a button on your shirt. The first few times, you may feel a little hurt. So be gentle, so your lip ~ doesn't rip....

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The night sky. Countless stars like my confidants, Twinkling, shimmering beside me. One might be a father, one a mother, One a friend I’ve walked with. These twinkling stars of mine, Like my children running around me, Warmed by the star’s light, I forget the January night's chill. Don’t say,...

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talking is protecting talking is defining,talking is to protect the protector is a defining moment talking is a defining moment talk a talk is a tooth for a tooth walk a walk is a nail for a nail a battle for a tooth is a battle for a nail talk is talking a tooth battle is battling a nail the enemy is a battle...

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Smiles on the wain People are talking Little birds caught singing While kids are sulking Me Im having the time of my life A little smile from you will suppress the blues A sweep of the lane will show dance the parade Helter Skelter into the bay...

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Through the curtain chink a ray Shines across the darkened room At the end of sunless day Snow had fallen in the gloom Later on it will melt down But the early snow is there Is it warm, or cold in town Can be either way, who cares Clocks are ticking in the night Time goes by, I'm sitting still Looking at the...

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n my periphery, a messenger arrived carrying the sadness and the news of goodbye “the roses you sent died out on their way before they could bloom the dreams you planted were set on fire by the demons you fought”   now walking alone on the empty streets at night staring at the moon wondering if you’re looking at it too i...

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in a never ending dark room i stand before your memories the echoes of your laugh the echoes of your jokes fill up your void in this room our mondegreen conversations led us where I stand talking to your memories and tears full of regret...

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Communication is not just talking But listening with the heart Sometimes, your partner just wants to be heard Not given a solution or console When they vent, try saying, "I'm here to listen." Do you need a solution or just a story It's that easy to communicate Sometimes ego is so high that it reduces empathy....

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A forgotten face what I have Couldn't deny why I live My soul Which really holds a big hole I am alive ..? But I couldn't hold myself to strive. A dead soul is what I have A person living in a cave Will I be out soon But will die again during the moon No one can understand a...

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3 a.m. treading water, bed sheets crest and fall. The repetitious threnody of hoot owls nests in one sleepless ear, the other is buried in duck feathers. It’s a terrible play - this world, but not a bad musical if you can whistle. I forget where I live. it could be under a stone, it could be the stone itself, now I am wondering what lives under me. This is...

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Look who's talking Badly about me He tells me that I am A religious fanatic That is wrong Because that is not me Also he doesn't know me that well That is the truth I was born a Christian And I will die as a Christian Yes I pray every night for my Father before I sleep It only takes a few minutes to do it...

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Today my older grandson, the four year old, Asked his mom, “Who are you talking to when you’re talking to yourself?” And it made me think a few things; One, that the kid is bright and has a bright future Two, that I sure never thought such things at four Three, that it is a solid basis for a life...

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