Talking To Poems - Poems about Talking To

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....

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So tired of the TV talking heads twisting every word that's said much of it scripted and has to be read they don't even have a vested interest only putting their mouth where the money is at best my advice to them... 'If you have nothing useful to add, Mum's the word don't drive us mad, keep it under wraps stow it under your hat, put a lid...

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Sweet is the impulse of love, the fundamental reason for life... Dreams of love, shine in the light of the stars, adorn the illuminated sky, with immeasurable divine splendor... When loving hearts, beat in the same rhythm, peace falls asleep peacefully, life becomes beautiful and shines the earth breathes pure air... When true love happens living is a gigantic...

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We've had our shouts and share of aches But inch by inch and side by side, We learned to bend before it breaks, To give a little, then a lot besides. It’s easy talking, easy walking with you. Like slippin' n sliding through the morning dew. No need to run, no need to hide, Just slow dancin', down by the riverside. Every laugh,...

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each Cobblestone makes up the road ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes...

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Whatever happened to the telephone book enquiring minds need to know there hasn't been one here for years so wherever did it go and what about the telephone box or the answer machine I haven't seen either near it's clear they're few and far between they went the way of the dodo long before their time as not everyone owns a mobile phone and no you...

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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...

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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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My angel how are you? I am OK. Wish you were here now, I miss you very much. Is heaven above the sky? On the other side of the clouds? Way up really - really high? One day I hope to be up there with you. For now I guess I am stuck here on earth. Waiting to be with you everyday, and with every long lonely...

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Yes- hustler, all dressed in his lies. Slick talking, devil tongue. Loves ladies of all ages, you watch out for him....

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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On my walk this morning…I noticed the child I used to be who, it seems, has been sleeping all these years…decided to take a walk with me. I said, “Hello!” to my young self…from a time when I was smaller… He looked me up and down then said, “I thought you would be taller.” Then he started asking questions…as...

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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....

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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...

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"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...

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