Best Strings Poems
Your mind's in knots,
as stress plagues thoughts.
On hope you cling,
to bloom like Spring.
Its fine my dear,
nerves can cause fear.
Don't be so scared,
gifts must be shared.
Your smile is cute,
when you are mute.
No need to hide.
I'm by your side.
Let the world hear,
your tone so clear.
Your will is strong,
burst out your song.
Sweet sounds you make
our breaths they take.
Look how eyes beam,
your name they scream.
Go to that length,
love is your strength.
Your voice brings peace,
helps fears to cease.
Like sad trapped birds,
tongue holds back words.
Free them from cage,
take to the stage.
When your heart sings,
charms like harp strings.
Look how they dance,
as your tunes trance.
Silent One
31 January 2018
Another example for 128 words contest.
Rhyme poem.
Four words per line all one syllable each.
32 lines: 128 words.
a gaze felt softly
pulling on wistful heartstrings…
your puppeteer eyes
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
Musical renditions
The voice in unison, together we chante
Strings play their story
In harmony fate sings along
The winds blow in from the sea
The sun runs away
We are the band of the night
With whiskey we sing and play
We are young and we are old
The night breeze carries the tunes
I may be fao, and I may be inebriated
Harps and chords, strings to be strummed
I see you stare, would you like a Rum?
You know what you want
So close your eyes
The kiss will be sweet
Tomorrow you may fly away
Tonight the strings they are all in play
String me along
Not for long
All strings fall
Naked is your deception
The strings are all gone
Notes "chante" pronouncec shante, = sing in french
Fao = ugly in Spanish
THINGS WITH STRINGS
Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.
Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making a string alliance.
Yo-yo, and Pinocchio,
harp, violin and cello.
Catgut bow, and strings of cheese,
or whiskers on a prized Siamese.
Silly String, and G-string,
an strings of birds on wing.
Math strings, "No strings attached,"
a roof that's been heather thatched.
String quilts, strings of pearls,
strings that tie to locks of curls.
Music staff, and balls of twine,
and tendrils from a sweet pea vine.
Heart, balloon, and aprons too,
and laced up in a tennis shoe.
Garland, hamstring, and quartet,
strings on fingers to not forget.
Braided rings, and strings of lights,
pulling strings, and fishnet tights.
Telephone string through tin cans,
woven blankets and knit afghans.
Brown paper packages tied up in string,
needle, lanterns, and wind chimes that sing.
Drawstring, bowstring, and baby's pull toy,
string, strung, and stringing, we're all overjoyed.
By Edlynn Nau
© January 25, 2015
Lifted by soft wings
My tame little one
Released from loose strings
With praise freedom won
Opened hand run way
Fly fast to the sun
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Design Your Tableau
Written by:Sara Kendrick
Date: October 16, 2014
Quote from Antonine De Saint Exupry
1. "You become responsible forever for what you have tamed"..
How different we are
And in the way we act
In love and romance
A heart filled pact
It can start out so good
To a thunderous applause
And fall by the wayside
Just because
Corners are turned
Sometimes we go the same way
And sometimes round the same corner
We can go slightly astray
At the start of it all
To the table we bring
But somewhere along the road
Different hearts, beat on different strings
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php
Puppet on your strings
You own me...
own my body and soul.
You play me...
you've taken complete control.
You can do anything
that you want ...with me
You play me... (I'm like)
a puppet on your strings
Watch me now!
You can make me, do anything
I'm willing...
'Cause I'm your puppet ...yeah
I'm a puppet on your strings
I'll be your...
tiny dancer
I'll be your...
soul romancer
I'll be your...
2nd chancer
I'll be your...
final answer
Pull me this way
Pull me that way
Pull me over
Pull me closer
I'll do anything for you
baby,
'cause I'm your puppet
I'm a puppet on your strings
So come on over now...
and play me...
pull those strings...
and I'll dance for you.
John Derek Hamilton
March 04, 2017
Forever Heart Strings
As time passes by..
You pull a string..
That makes my heart fly...
Smile.. you do have a way
To Brighten up things
With you magical moments
Treasures hearts bring...
As each time we seem to meet
here on line.. tis rather sweet
Pulling and toughing
On my Heart strings..
Your Charming ways...
You make my heart sing..
Tis be.. Wonders of..
As God's Blessings to be
Truth always to behold
God's Love...
Eternity...
Pray many Come to Jesus
Beholding God's Undying Love
At night I sit out on my porch
and dream away my stay,
I think about those youthful times
and how I got this way.
It’s back ‘n forth in my old chair,
While strummin’ my guitar,
I wonder 'bout what might'a been
As Orion shines afar.
It’s the twinkling girl from yesteryear
Who steals away my thought.
She’s the one that sailed away
The star I never caught.
So, might I find good words
And sing another song,
To that pretty stellar girl,
And ponder what went wrong.
8/19/2018
She's bitter, numb and cold.
Doesn't care who she leaves behind.
She doesn't attach to anyone or anything.
It'll just hurt her when they're gone.
Tomorrow she'll leave and never look back.
Regrets she doesn't have any.
She feels no remorse for what’s she's done.
In her eyes she's done nothing wrong.
No goodbyes for voyage a head.
She will stay for no one.
Like a lone ship with no ties.
Wonders without reason but to leave.
She hates the life she’s been given
So many people love her she doesn't care.
Machine programmed to feel nothing.
Feelings make you weak;
She doesn’t allow weakness
She's cruel and cold to keep you away.
Because if she doesn't care there will be no strings.
A life looks out on many scenes with many different eyes
With gasps of pure bewilderment, or sighs of soft surprise,
Though now and then it wanders by the river’s sacred song
It’s mostly when it’s dreams are deep, or when the night is long,
When breezes pluck those russet harp strings fluttering in the trees
The music is so sacred that each note drops to its knees,
And images of red and gold reach out upon the air
Until they drift back to forever, and they spread their carpet there.
A moment holds so many years, that’s how it sometimes seems
Yet there can still be the comfort of a nightlights gentle gleams,
For time can be irrelevant when days and nights combine
It just depends on who is making heaven’s softness shine,
A wish can turn to actual fact when it is asked for long enough
Like when life’s yoke is heavy, and its roads are getting rough,
Then suddenly we hear a song that makes us rest for just a while
And end up touching fingertips that soon lead into life’s sweet smile.
Forever can mean many things that mean much to our hearts and souls
Like teardrops on a Winter’s day or the first dances from new born foals,
A face remembered once again, or a smile across a crowded room
A lantern in a window penetrating through the evenings gloom,
Kneeling down upon the floor and Saying a sweet prayer
Before I stretch and yawn and then go wandering up the stair,
Reaching out across the bed to hug you in the rising dawn
Though some rhymes have passed us by, so many are still to be born…
This puppet self-conflicted
Surreal to the end
I’m painting my own master
From the pain that I depend
This master so forgiving
Never one to speak
I am frightened of his laughter
And I depend because I’m weak
These strings eternal rapture
My strings are every pain
Unseen but granting vision
Yet never letting me relate
This puppet unbecoming
Whenever I have come undone
Unseen yet still regretting
That I have never had such fun
Master please implore me
Teach me how to stand
So I can divide this mirror
Between myself and why I’m damned
And all that’s left is silence
Between this mirror land
Where puppets are their masters
To deny the strings within their hands
Suddenly strings reach out
Right across this pain
Entangled within others
As the master starts his game