Ask Away | HR Creel
Their faces and voices pound
at me with endless relentless
questions, and when I answer
they text message one
another with fervor
to spread the details
of my existence
like jam on molded bread.
communication poems
Words as Weapons | Blanca Alicia Garza
Words can be soft
like a rose petal
Or can stick in your throat
like thorns, piercing and
grasping your tongue.
A single word can
heal a broken heart,
Or rip it into pieces
like a sharp blade.
Some words get stuck
deep inside our soul
without making a sound.
Those are the ones that
hurt the most.
Sonnet: All Sold | Jenny Middleton
today he is a shimmer of waved heat
coiling quick from the baked tar roads we drive,
mirage like moods shifting hazed sense to meet
my words with monosyllables; we strive
to communicate longings shuffled with
business and the banality of red bills
we must adhere to mapped routes and the lithe
electric hum that this fumed city instils
pesters us on through the stale afternoon
until we halt. Automatically charged
as the particles that are and will soon
repel us magnet like to each tear surged
from the hollows of our emotional hold
on each other; both owning and all sold.
More at https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com/.
Lines Are Life | Susy Kamber
A long line ties everything up.
It winds around the buildings.
Communicating something.
Is anyone inside?
Listening.
Holding hands and waiting?
One line lays on the ground and a young boy off his bike straddles it.
Talking to friends.
It’s an underground line.
Exposed just like the others.
They are hollow.
Like blood vessels.
As if your body were turned inside out
The building pulsating.
The ground, too.
Lines are life.
Muddled Up | Chris Byrne
Mixed feelings
Misconceptions
Text messages
Hiding
Wanting to say
Being honest
Hurting as speaking
Unknowing
Should I say?
Will I regret?
If I don’t
I will.
Another Question Not to Ask | Angelica Fuse
I made
the statement
uttered
the question
a slip
of the tongue
a remark
sliding off the
hand
another question
lands splat
shouldn’t have
asked.
Reply | Izzy Noon
I would click
Reply
but what is there to say
Sometimes silence
is the best
or only
Response.