Album Poems - Poems about Album

“Love is the strongest force in the universe.” Can this statement be proven true? Does it approve of the unusual orientation? Does it contradict the unstoppable force against eux? Could love hold its ground when everything crumbles? Love lingers in the shadows, even when the light is hard to find. I was told to know that love is invisible, yet visible It...

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Sky album opens as day dawns displaying color spectrum ...

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The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing. Tree and parked car lined...

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I find an album with matt thick black pages my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me turning the pages your smiles become frauds your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful ...

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Am I here, am I there ... Am I screaming everywhere, Can't get in, can't get out Snared by what it's all about Beats of blue-green 'round my head Share the space with rockets of red, Splashes of yellow paint pour ... Black and white reassures me more Louder and louder, nearly deaf Are there any sane one's left?, Just what is it,...

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Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan 1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene, his songwriting skills came into play with this album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his original writings. Songs like “Blowin’ in the Wind” “A Hard Rains a Gonna Fall” and “Masters of War” sparked a new revival and direction in folk music and began the prolific...

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Yellowed photos, The old album's edges were worn, Searching for the lost days, the traces left behind, A pang in the heart, a longing that stings, Like the two strings of a dombra that slowly snap. The heart still warms with memories, The first school years, classrooms, The very first teacher, towering in stature, We looked on in awe, as seen in this...

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Memories Of Yesterday A drawer filled with tattered worn albums. Each album holds sepia toned pictures. Photos of long dead members of the family tree. Most of them I never knew. I rarely look at them as they are the past. I hold on to them because I am part of them. I see a blank spot reserved just for me. I too will become one of them some...

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Side A: Players of an album made... Vinyl, cassette, CD. Audio output displayed To ears of you and me. Mono in the days of old For output of a song. Better mixing would unfold When stereo came along. Physicality was more Abundant way back when. One went to the music store To buy albums - and then... Side B: ...after years of being sold In shops to you and me, Music...

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To The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album Cc Involved parties in disputed acquittal Bcc Ownership of microfiche Subject “I let the fish go” Dear concerned parties (To whom it may concern) After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing,...

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dry tree branch sways autumn leaf clings the last leaf through photo album memories of friend persist...

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Noel set me off. Memories, permutations, Eating paper. My mother in her apron. Dad with the black bin bag Ready to bin the now useless wrapping and I thought. As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs. What would set them off? Set them off in their driverless car Minor technological switches Urine to wash the British navy's kecks Half an hour rinse After I've...

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Rasping like fleas In August the barn roof leaked The plums hummed full of bees the sweet nectar captivating The children's heads nodding like flowers and Mother couldn't care Her form shrugging away Presumably she would leave for home, unlit...

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these songs are about wizards (mostly) the untroubled child sleeping peacefully and when the new washing machine arrives at the same time as the food delivery you do wonder if the men at the door exchanged pleasantries did they make eye contact did they ring the door separately or one honk of it was agreed non-verbally, or verbally or with a wink, fist...

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Album of the poems In the cage I am alone In the cage how can I fight with my soul In the cage how will I stop my breath In the cage how can I stop thinking about you In the cage how can I Care you In the cage how can I return back My soul is giving me...

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