Best Orchestra Poems

Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and...

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I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking only solitude and nothing more
Thunder drummed from somewhere far away
like foreboding timpani as clouds began to play
They competed...

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My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace
Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face
The lights in the room cast a romantic glow
My...

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Now that only forgotten promises remain,
sounds of solitude are gifts I wish to obtain.
Sentiments are temporary in a world full of change,
affections are wasted in...

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Once when my soul spoke,
you betrayed every word.
Then your tongue promised
to only sing with sincerity.

I danced for a brief while, 
lost in your angelic orchestra.
Until...

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Look at the stars, look how they shine for you
And everything you do;
Yes it’s really true, in the realm of love,
Nothing else ever comes even...

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Pained piano keys compose 
a chorus-less composition.
Melancholic moods crave
to sway back and forth  
like bluebells and lilies dancing,
when kissed by the morning breeze

Forlorn flute...

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One day we will be, forever silent.
Where would we be without poetry?

As a child, I buried my heart,
drained from games death would play -
in adulthood,...

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Mandolin melodies harmonised horizons,
yet the only strings being strummed
were those of my heart.

In the midst of enchanting melodies,
where nothing else mattered, but her,
we wandered barefoot,...

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Your face
                       ...

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"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin

Autumn's alliterations amplified an...

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ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still...

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Come walk with me,
for the path cares not,
the age of your feet.

Look at the butterflies on petals,
their silence does not care,
the language you speak.

Listen to...

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When life is like an evanescent dewdrop,
spirits fade like ashes in a cimmerian shade

but then you smile, 
enlightening like a crescent moon,
sparkling in silent serenity.

My...

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There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds...

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