Dialogue poems.

Dialogue poems are those written as if there are at least two people in the conversation and preferably in direct conversation.
  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  7 days ago
Jude Allen

“Say it” she whispered;
“Yes ma’am” the man sighed;
He told her the secrets he once held inside.

“Tell me” she quizzed him,
“What would you do?”
The answer would eat her; He swallowed her pride.

“Wait for permission”, she cupped in her hand;
And held him there heeding
her every command…

“Say my name” she commanded;
“Yes ma’am” he replied.
As she gave the order-
He shuddered and died.

- Jude Allen

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Apr 9
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

i mean,
i just sat down
had all myriad of things
to say about you
about....
how you make me feel,
and...whoosh!!
i mean,
WTF?
baby,
sweet baby...
you
just blow me
AWAY!
(what can a man say?)

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Mar 16
Nathan Squiers
Nathan Squiers
Mar 13      Mar 13

"This is but once an end to us,
A single blot upon our page.
There is still much we will discuss.
In another time; another age"


Her palm went weak within my grasp,
As her soothing voice began to fade.
And like the biting of an asp,
There was no bargain to be made.


"I cannot breathe this wretched air--
Made toxic by her extinguished breath--
And were I to feel I could not care,
I'd follow her into her death."


A plague upon mortality!
A curse 'pon all the gods!
And yet the binds of morality,
Will maintain all uneven odds.


"There is still much we will discuss.
In another time; another age"

It repeats and rolls--a cursed chorus,
Set 'gainst a melody that dances up a rage.


Nothing left to discuss; no other time or age.
No longer can I breathe her breath; there is no other way.
The world is not a picture show; we're not born on a stage!
Life exists for pain and loss; there's no grand scheme we play!


"I cannot live this wretched life--
Made empty by her extinguished flame--
I'd hoped that I could make her my wife,
But not all plans are laid the same..."


I drag myself into the street--
Away from the memories of her--
And fall 'neath the current of marching feet.
I try to forget all that we were...


Then I sense a figure there,
A silhouette among the crowd.
And all I'm left to do is stare,
With what little strength I'm left endowed.


"There is not but once to any end,
No singularity to the times.
Though it will not repeat, my friend,
The past works well in rhymes."

Heard a quote in a movie recently that rolled along the lines of the title I've adopted here. The notion was so compelling that I wanted to do a short, pseudo-tragedy story, but the rhyming element convinced me it would serve better as a poem. Decided to play with direction & flow to create a sense of scenery & character(s) (something that, due to HP's formatting, wasn't working the way I'd wanted).
  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Mar 13
Elton Mascarenhas
Elton Mascarenhas
Mar 13      Mar 14

Me: - let the bird fly,
         let it leave its nest,
         let the tears cry ,
         when laughter is at its best.


soul let it not heal us,
         let us heal time,
         when your dreams blind your vision;
         let us draw the line.


ME - lets go find the answer ,
          to me easy it seams,
         lets become one,
         and live our dreams.


soulI'ave seen them break many times,
         its me the one who cries,
         every-time your heart breaks;
         its me the one who dies.


ME - OKAY i will kill all my thoughts;
        i wont hurt you no more ;
       will kill those blessed memories;
       that hurt you to the core.


ME -here is the good news,
           i'ave got it out of my head,

          can you hear me my brother ?!
          are you asleep or are you dead !!!!

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Mar 13
Kalon Ridley
Kalon Ridley
Nov 15, 2013

There's a friend--
Why JUST a friend?
BeCause  she said.

There's a girL--
Why JUST a girl?
Because i said.

You're just A boy.
That...
I won't deny

Who do yoU want?
i don't know.

Who shoulD you want?
That's too easy.

"Pick a Side"
"mIx em"

Well, there's
a challenge
a chase
an obsession
...It's fleeing
Or, Am I?

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Mar 9
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Mar 7      Mar 9

PrttyBrd said:

You make me smile  :-)

Well you make me smile to, well inside my head
hope it was good for you to
take the wine
of my imaginations
and make of them what you do
but I am very complex
how about you?

For PrttyBrd
:-)
P@ul
  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Feb 15
PrttyBrd
PrttyBrd
May 23, 2010

Stepping out
On stepping stones
Cracked and ready to crumble
The slightest pressure or lightest weight
Bring the depths instantly closer
Plummeting to the unknown
Facing the unwanted
The sunny sky turns tunnel
Turns pinhead, turns black
Vertigo, no sign to guide
Nothing to lean on
No way to track the bubbles
As the drowning ensues
Searing pain, like lightening
Blinds or enlightens
A flash of what's to come
For an instant there is tomorrow
In that instant hope renews
A hint of up or down
A choice of direction
A path to glory
A way of life
And the sun will never be lost again

- From Sunset to Sunrise
#direction   #sun   #beautiful   #beauty   #blind   #tunnel   #glory   #blinding  
  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Feb 13
Nat Lipstadt
Nat Lipstadt
Feb 13      Feb 13

be direct
  direct me


have I not,
    but cannot more
                      be been strong for you,
            so I teach you to teach the power
of strength by daring to ask



ask me
   i will create anything it is
in my power
   to create for you
i will break anything for you
that needs to be broken

old poet old brok-en asking that you keep on
asking, I need nothing broke, busted but still needing you,
needing you whole for me to be whole,
from that hole of dark, we share different sides,
I need you creating
you anew


al green said
  no one told us about the sorrow
no one told me about today
no one told me about tomorrow    

if asking were my strength
  this deadly blind balance
would not be my act

but it is that you arrived here to survive here,
the balance is blind, but you are not,
you knew sorrow was a possible.
you want easy, I'll give you easy,
ask yourself above all,
what's next that
I want


answering
   l o v e...
i can answer
i can answer

the old poet asks,
why is it this poem world always comes around to that
old tirade, that four letter word...the one you ask,
when is it
my turn, and I answer you twice,
for you asked and answered twice,
I do love you,
I do love you,
exactly as you are,
invisible but oh so visible to us all,
and that is why you must ask for
more, evermore,
never ceasing, believing this more
is due, due to you

Punch
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/593181/ask-for-more-than-you-can-give/
Counterpunch
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/598004/ask-for-more/

Right Hook
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/598071/hey-teach-can-i-ask-ya-something/
Combination Flurry
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/598109/if-you-would-just-ask/
  Added by Ivelise Hope Nicolas  ·  Oct 1, 2013
Ivelise Hope Nicolas
Ivelise Hope Nicolas
Oct 1, 2013      Oct 1, 2013

he wasn’t expecting my lips to be so warm

nor my heart to be so cold

he wanted to go by what he felt

and not believe what he was told

  Added by Ivelise Hope Nicolas  ·  Jul 17, 2013
Ivelise Hope Nicolas
Ivelise Hope Nicolas
Jul 17, 2013      Jul 17, 2013

I almost wrote you a love song once

but then I remembered how much I hate love songs

and I decided to just

write you this instead

see most people live life backwards

they’re dead before they find life

and it’s usually too late

and I was that person until I stumbled across you

I found my heartbeat in your spontaneity

and I found my smile in your lips

you touched me in places without

using your hands

and when I cry, you don’t silence me by telling me

"it’ll get better"

you don’t wipe away my tears

you let me cry

and that’s more than anyone has ever done for me

and when I want to thank you

I realize I don’t know how

but you tell me “you’re welcome"

in a million different ways

and I want to thank you for that too

but I don’t know how to do that either

that was when I almost wrote you a love song

but I stopped when I realized that I hated love songs

and I loved you

so I wrote you this instead

 
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