Talking To Poems - Poems about Talking To

Rather Than Talking to Walls -

Rather than talking to walls -
I talk to the universe
Which talks back.

The Milky Way hails -
The stars wink endlessly -
The planets - they enchant -

And if my ears are sharp -
I might hear steadfastly
The drum of time

In sync with my heart -
The crickets and the owls
As one rhyme.

Prayer Is Simply Talking To God From Your Heart

It doesn't matter how I pray.
Don't need any fancy words to say.
God already knows what's in our heart.
All you and I need to do is start.
I tell Him how I really feel.
Or what part of my body that I need healed.
I ask forgiveness for things I've done wrong.
The Sins in my life that do not

I'm Talking To The Sea

I see the sea is good
But the ocean is even better
Both beauty is superb
It makes me fell complete
In the morning, at dawn
In the afternoon, in the night
In the evening, in the twilight
In its magical reflection, serene
In the sounds of the waves, peace
I can talk to Him anytime.

Prayer is Talking to God

I am unsure about some things that I see churches do. 
It arouses questions in me, so I come to you. 
Why do they say come down and we will pray. 
Is it because they feel don’t know what to say? 
The Holy Spirit does the groanings we can’t understand. 
You want words from my

Clouds Talking To Me

"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet

I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off

Talking to my dog in words from 'J Alfred Prufrock'

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

Talking to the Moon

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

Talking to Memories

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

Talking to Your Self

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

DOG TALKING TO GOD

DOG TALKING TO GOD
You know my dear why are you seeing me?
No god I was just with my master you were crying and hugging me,
My pure soul, you know they were putting you forever to sleep?
No, my lord I was just hugging my master very deep.

My dear you didn’t feel that injection?
No lord I was

Talking to the Dead

("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil)


Talking to the Dead
(aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder)

The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead
Is that the clear light of mind is revealed in death.
Due to our karma (habitual patterns of doing and viewing)
We have visions of whatever is in our mind,
Visions which range from pleasant to

TALKING TO PINOCCHIO

Pinocchio why do you
Continue to lie all the time
Knowing that when you do
Your nose just grows and grows
Until it gets cut off

Now You Are Talking To Me

Now you are talking to me, your words so tight are now unbound,
In whispers of dusk, where lost echoes are found.
A symphony silent, yet pulsing with sound,
Drawing our spirits from dark to light.

Now you are talking to me, in this fleeting hour,
Your voice like a breeze through a garden in flower.
Each syllable dances, a waltz

Am I talking to myself

No matter how much I say to get your homework done- it seems to go in one ear and out the other

Talking to Shadows

In the end I talk 
to myself in a voice 
only I and the shadows
can understand.

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