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...

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a gaze felt softly
     pulling on wistful heartstrings…
           your puppeteer eyes...

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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...

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- No - Strings - Attached -
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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...

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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...

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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".....

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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