Best Chorusing Poems

An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down...

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I am sitting down with my pen,
in a faraway land
For many days, I recalled my memories,
That faded with poor calories
I want to share the aesthetic...

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It was a day in the season of mists,
All were rejoicing as there came the day of feasts
Slowly and steadily the day approached
And my mother...

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I ogled through the open Atelier,
  And chance into a spacious grotto,
  Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom,
  I...

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Breathe
                        ...

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Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll...

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And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly,
You start to count.
First on the days, then the hours - then
Just counting until 100
Then
Beginning     ...

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For teaching me of unknown paths
For hinting to me of fogs at feet
For reminding me of sunrise tea
For showing me both ink stain and light...

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Your soul is a song,
Chorusing numerously.

Your many lives but a melody,
Resounding in your mind.

Your soul, a channeling
Of the sound of eternity.

Your soul is music,
So finely...

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In the dominion of two,
orange and yellow songs of birds
chorusing back from their citrus grove.

On the slate terrace
pools of last night´s rain:
by breeze-whim
they give back...

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I may have grown tired
     but my lungs have opened wide
Never to be so inspired
     as when...

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june tenth and Saturday night
The pool temp is eighty eight
The fishpond's a theatre 
Of gobbling goldfish
Under the sputtering flickering bug light
A feeding frenzied delight
As mosquitoes...

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I awoke to the sound
of birds calling
Such joyous chorusing
In a Spring wood
 
So fresh
So new
The colours iIsaw
The vividness too
 
To run through
The trees
The wind upon...

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Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll...

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Destitute is the productive, empty lives 
                  ...

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