Chatting Poems

Chatting poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of chatting poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on chatting are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

Poems containing references to : Chatting

The Interview

The Interview short poem

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

Mischievous Wind

Mischievous Wind short poem

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

Green Vigil

Green Vigil short poem

In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together

God’s Movement Upon This Place

Gods Movement Upon This Place short poem

A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable

Please Give Them A Home

Please Give Them A Home short poem

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

Highway

Highway short poem

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

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Silken Shadow

Silken Shadow short poem

Twined in time and silken shadow Bathed in light and blinded there Lost in rhyme on greenest meadow Confusion, sadness, a cross to bear Can time make end this never-ending? Can future lost e’er be replaced? Can past distort the

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,

What Is Love

What Is Love short poem

What is love Is it hate turned upside down? Is it affection, inclination or predilection or a perilous and precarious position? May be that old lane of my town where that moment still prevails and gives me solace, where once

No-man’s-land

No man’s land short poem

Sadness was invading my wounds. Again I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart to write a new poem. A scythe cuts a cloud that it was not. I reel under the unexpected rain of words. You go up on

I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Watching The Rollers

Watching The Rollers sonnet poems

I can’t recall the people on the train from Delhi to Jammu. I don’t retain their style of dress, their speech or anything. All I can see is the bob of the telephone lines where roller birds regard the country

Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

It’s time to say goodbye But I can’t I don’t want to say it It’s too hard It’s time to say goodbye How can I? Goodbye to our time? Goodbye to our memories? It’s time to say goodbye Goodbye to

Say Again

Say Again short poem

For you expressed that which touches climax of love Sounds resonant, pours honey in soul, nay above–Say again In utter awe I forgot whether it was acceptance or denial The second sentence of your version my sense’s trial–Say again You

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

The Pianist

The Pianist short poem

Hands that float across Ivory Tinkle in such ecstasy To stir my soul, to soar on high; And my heart doth reach the sky And fly on every note that plays. My emotion frays And breaks with sound, Till tears

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

Love Sonnet 45

Love Sonnet 45 sonnet poems

I fall asleep with thoughts of you in mind, And think the same, the moment I awake, Each day turns out like past made to rewind, And every night, the same wish would I make; I pray respite from such

All of time

All of time short poem

The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my

Mother

Mother prose poem

The very first step a child walks is by holding her hands the very first voice the child hears in the womb is hers nothing can match the comfort that the child gets from her chest she guards her child’s

Ode To Big B & Little T

Ode To Big B & Little T ode

The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils

Rebirth

Rebirth short poem

I want to become your tomb If I am born once again on this earth.. In the darkness of the tomb, You will be lovelier than the moon. your blue eyes Glittering in the gloom. In your cold eternal sleep

The Swing

The Swing ballad

I looked out that window that swing still hangs there, today its not swinging it just hands in the air, You wonder you stare those days you remember when you just didn’t care. Go make your excuses and just sit

Troll

Troll prose poem

I thought him dangerous. He thinks himself a murderer? Does he know its foolishness? Every tirade a cry out. Every negative comment a plea for attention. The dullest of boors. His imagination lackluster and trite. A mind dumbed down with

Gift

Gift prose poem

I would give you the glow of the fullest harvest moon on the darkest night but I am only a star! I would give you the sun from the warmest summer day but I am only darkness. I would give

Mourning Band

Mourning Band short poem

The descent starts with a dance, of tears and fire. A culture of lids lowers the salt, the silver, the gems. Antithesis to cremate a golden ascent. The night long vigil had a naked puff. It will roll now in

Big Pharma

Big Pharma short poem

They are money hungry actors Greed has them all backwards They get richer every time your back hurts They are ruthless heartless bastards So they disregard all the hazards Gain money, power, and control is their mission In hopes that

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door short poem

I gaze through my door expecting her arrival; Wish she sees me for I am not her rival!!! I stare her window, pretending to be innocent; But her dad stares at me, through the balcony vent!! Developing my fullest courage

It’s Me!

Its Me! ballad

Its the time which changed you And your love abide For my mistakes I know That you’ve been so aside I don’t know it’s just you or not But my heart has always cried For I don’t know what has

Superb Blue Wren

Superb Blue Wren short poem

Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one

Just A Friend

Just A Friend short poem

She cares for me too much, Her love is difficult to comprehend. But, when I ask her about it, She says, I’m just a friend. She comes with me whenever I call, Though sometimes, she’ll pretend. But, when I try

Inward Odyssey

Inward Odyssey short poem

Eating fire, but entangled in the cobwebs, of becoming or not becoming a child again; in the hollow of a maimed body looking beyond the opaque hirsutism of lies. Path leads to inward lake where I will meet you on

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a

Need Or Want

Need Or Want long poem

Need or want Want or need What is it that you are to me? Do I want you like a cool gadget? Or do I need you like air? What is the difference anyway? Does a child want a cookie?

Dying Screams

Dying Screams short poem

Shall we go like innocents with heavy breathing in the pool of blood to find the inner-connectivity of a boldly beautiful death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine? There was a loss of hidden dance, in the

All Hope Is Gone

All Hope Is Gone short poem

All hope is gone from this world of ours, We have nothing left to fight for. All that’s left are the scars of a life, That’s been lived on the edge hanging on. We fought a war, not knowing what

Senses Of Love

Senses Of Love long poem

She is the color of dusk, Just before it begins to rain. A shade of orange From the setting sun, A pinch of yellow, From the street lamps, A sprinkle of red, From the pregnant clouds. There is a name

Daddy, Daddy

Daddy, Daddy long poem

Can you really tell me who I am supposed to be? And why? Why must you feel the need to change who I am, will it change who we are, if I were to lose every star that currently lies