Best Violin Poems

She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
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Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged --
locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon ~

this sorrowful songbird 
who sings with the shattered...

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If I could play the violin
     I'd write a melody
   euphonious to draw you in
        and play my rhapsody
   to bring a smile to your dear face
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From far I hear the strains of a mournful melody
It flows from a violin whose strings are about to break
As the violin sings, the night carries the music along.
The notes tremble, the strings vibrate as under grief
It makes such deep tremors in my heart.
Its mournful...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing  wound 
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day 
breathing of tender winds and violins. Perhaps, 
the strains of notes shuttle me back 
to my grandfather’s library sitting on books 
and archaic telescopes. Here, we...

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She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
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When he played his violin magic took place!
A sense of serenity shown on his face.

A lover of music so gifted in art...
A teacher to many, known for his sweet heart.

Poetry would become his passion, his need...
A master of poetry in the words that he freed.

The...

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Quiet, pensive, waiting, from out of nothing, a flash, dancing!
Back and fourth, faster, bolder, more beautiful, more radiant…
The sound envelops, and the beauty firmly wraps its hands around my ears…
Relevance and resounding, growing, pulsing, whipped into a fever!
And then easing back just a bit, like...

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The strings shriek out sad,
it could not be glad.
Just one more note it had,
nothing more to add.


Now over the strings of glory,
the violin had played its last story.


Everything must come to an end,
even with my very best friend.
The strings will no longer bend,
no more music...

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The glamours, tuxedo looks
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awakens and pulls against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful...

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Vivaldi’s Violin

 The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps 
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft 
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.

I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music 
surely music more than the wind’s whistling...

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Those sad violin tunes play for me, from the depths of heart
The moment when love failed me
The moment I became a toy, the moment I became a sick doll
Set to be used at will and discarded without being given a second glance

Those sad violin tunes...

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She was a lonely violin,
in a case all by herself,
looking forward to the evenings,
when he’d take her off the shelf-

After reaching his destination,
he would gently set her down,
and ever oh so tenderly,
remove her velvet gown-

With chin held high, he’d hold her close,
she made him feel...

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No one can see it,
but it is there
Dark and cold ... as wet thick fog
The thoughts go crazy
A sad melody replay
Fight with a sword, vision failed

Drowning in mournful tears
Kills the inside of the chest
With fear of death lullaby
Always fighting, demon of the deadly sins
Give the...

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"Violinist : Diana Yukawa  Vocals : Jemma  Lyrics : The Poet"
If you start Dianna's video on the 26th second and Jemma's voice recording on the 13th second simultaneously, my words fit exactly to the music.
  
Where do we go to?
Feelings so blue...

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