Poems about talking


№ 1204771

The talking in Alan's head

Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town
Between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown

The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
He drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb

Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh
Are driven by toads tooting, poop- poop- poo

Peddling along the reeling, rolling, rambeling road some drunkard guy made
On famiular BBC air waves his voice often played

Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales
2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails

Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York
Tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk

Nodding and humming to sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands
And still finding time to paddle a little,
On sun drenched Gigglewick sands

Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road
To Settel, for supper with
­ Mole
­ Badger
­ and Toad

alan,  head,  talking.

Author: christopher holmes
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1203424


"How was your day? "
"And so he was like, "
"It was bottom of the fifth, "
"Do you like this shirt? "
Conversing about their friends, lives, dreams
One giant conversation
Never ceasing
Quiet ones pushed to the side
Looked down upon
For not speaking
In a world that
Never stops talking
Us silent ones
Are the anomalies


Author: Esther
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1201769

You're the phone call I never want to hang up from (and i hate talking on the phone)

Ring ring
Heart racing
Can't be too eager
1 Mississippi
2 Mississippi
"Hey you"

call,  hang,  hate,  phone,  talking.

Author: Vanessa Evans
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1201364

Is This What Old Age Is Talking About

Is this what old age
Is talking about
And why am I the last
To find all of this out
That my due North
Is heading straight South
With all of my hair
And most my teeth falling out

For me gradually
Losing my sight
Saving me from
What I'd rather not find
The wrinkles to
My drooping eyes
As the younger me
Dawn's an old age disguise

I seem to wheeze
More now than I breath
Check out my pants
Each time that I sneeze
When did my thoughts
Pack up and leave
Taking with them
My precious memory

Is this what old age
Is talking about
And why am I the last
To find all of this out
I used to be king
But somehow lost that crown
The only other thing...

Now what was I talking about?

age,  talking.

Author: Mike Hauser
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1198789

Talking to you

Talking to you is God's gift
Because if I thought I had feelings I know now for sure
And when you say
You gotta go home
I hate it.

Because I don't like being alone
The music grows quiet and the food gets cold
And the night has nothing to hide anymore.
You were the reason I stayed up to see the moon.

Talk to you later, see you soon, say goodnight
But this time
I can't say goodbye.

I'm not sure why.


Author: Beckawecka
Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1188761

Talking Turkey

Talking Turkey

Gobble gobble gobble
It may sound like giberish to you
Or sometimes called gobbledygook
Nonsensical in thought it's true

The genesis of language
Was born here though at least it seems
The northern mesopotamian birthplace
The birthplace of our dreams

The beginnings of modern man
The farmer now the gatherer no longer
Communication skills needed more
The thoughts so much stronger

This bipedal erect standing creature
Descendant of humanoids now gone
Move north out of Baghdad
And learned to sing a song

The music still playing in our ears
Lingers on from these Turkish rants
Poetry in another form
Words of the future cants

Gomer LePoet...

talking,  turkey.

Author: David Nelson
Date: 18/03/2020

№ 1183740

Talking Through Our Eyes

I'ts Like The Only Way Of Talking Is Through Our Eyes
When We Are Sitting Far Away
It's Like I Know What He Is Trying To Say Just By Looking At Me.
Your Amazing Smiles Has The Ability To Melt My Heart.

eyes,  talking.

Author: InLove000
Date: 14/03/2020

№ 1181416

Ta ta talking

Magnitude of apple eyed kids
Trying to recreate the music on which I grew up with
Love them for it.
But nobody
Nobody can recreate
The music of my generation
Ta ta talking about my generation.

ta,  talking.

Author: Tommy Jackson
Date: 12/03/2020