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Prompt #37, It’s Post Your Poems Day!

January 19, 2011

Conversational

Speak, speak! Show us now your conversational poem. Was it a conversation between two people, or did you leave our species aside? Was it a street corner chat, or something serious, friend or foe, external or whispers inside of thoughts? Well lighted or shadowed, a private discussion now revealed? Now’s the time, and we’re all ears for you!

May we please now listen in?

Don’t have a poem yet? Perhaps read a few done by others here, be inspired. There’s still plenty of time to discover a poem for yourself!

Leave the links to your poems in the comments of this post, then go visit your fellow writers’ sites and read their work. Remember to leave only positive comments in the spirit of sharing and not critiquing. We look forward to reading your poems!

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Please remember to include a link with your blog poem post that links right back to here, this “Post Your Poems Day”, so that others reading your poem can also share in this community poem experience – maybe even someone new to We Write Poems!

If you are new to WWP, please be welcome to look around and read. The full prompt description you can find under “Recent Posts” on the top right of our page.

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19 Comments
  1. January 19, 2011 1:01 am

    Thanks for the interesting prompt. Here’s my attempt:
    http://flyingmonkey23.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation-with-my-inner-wisdom-being.html

  2. January 19, 2011 2:16 am

    A rather internalized conversation here…

    Hieroglyphs

  3. January 19, 2011 2:41 am

    Mine is about conversation: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2011/01/18/conversation-piece/

  4. January 19, 2011 4:03 am

    Mine is imaginary

    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2011/01/18/imaginary-conversation/
    Elizabeth

  5. Irene permalink*
    January 19, 2011 4:05 am

    Well, I just made a poem out of a conversation between reader and author, past and present. It is a fake conversation, clearly.

    somewhere bound

  6. January 19, 2011 4:14 am

    I am at the end of a three week cold. Having taken bottles of over the counter remedies my minds eye has been having a nighttime dream fest. This poem is the out come of one of those nocturnal complications and a bit of the attending conversation (very shortened version).

    Flags flutter and fall

  7. January 19, 2011 5:31 am

    Someone talking to himself

    http://Marianv.bkog.co.uk

  8. January 19, 2011 6:28 am

    I am kind of talking to myself

    http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-lost-that-map.html

  9. January 19, 2011 7:10 am

    Western Zodiac, a goat, and a very weird day.

    http://1ightverse.blogspot.com/2011/01/sun-signs-and-weird-day.html

    Thanks for the fun prompt!

  10. January 19, 2011 8:07 am

    A quasi-conversation: Love Letters

  11. January 19, 2011 3:38 pm

    This limerick conversation is from one of my recent Limerick-Offs:
    “I’m sorry I had an affair,”
    Said a man to his wife in despair.
    “Please forgive me — I’m bad.”
    She said, “Never, you cad.”
    “I warned you before — I don’t share.”
    A Limerick Affair

  12. jeanneaguilar permalink
    January 19, 2011 7:34 pm

    Ha! I tried to post a bunch of times, and finally figured out I have to sign in! Well, I am happy to join in!

    http://sidelinesbyjeanne.blogspot.com/

  13. January 19, 2011 7:51 pm

    shall we talk…. opus

  14. January 20, 2011 5:28 am

    Enchant

  15. January 21, 2011 10:42 am

    I had several conversations this week that were interesting. Here’s mine but to call it a conversation is stretching it. LOL

    http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversation-with-friend.html

  16. January 22, 2011 12:57 pm

    Debonair
    Danny Earl Simmons

    Darlin’, my name is
    Earl and you sizzle my
    Bacon. How’s about you sidle
    On over here onto ol’ Earl’s knee.
    Now, don’t go playin’ shy. Earl
    Ain’t gonna bite ya. No ma’am,
    I’s taught by Momma to treat my little fillies with
    Respect.

    http://dannyearlsimmons.blogspot.com/2010/12/debonair.html

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