Best Violins Poems

 
it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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such longing, such loving
sweet violins sing
where have you gone?
my true love, my light

violins ~ cry 
my soul to sleep
forever in memories
my broken heart weeps...

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The vegetable orchestra was about to play
Fred and Ted had to have their way
Both the same, stubborn twins
These two dueling string bean violins

“I’m the lead violin” said Fred
“No you’re not” said violin Ted
“My strings are taught and so fine”
“So what” said Fred, "so are mine"

“And...

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Find me a melody so I may sing
  And fill it with sounds of sweet violins
 Let time fly away like birds on the wing
   And awaken the clouds it finds therein
 Soften the music as sunset meets sea
   ...

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Ah!  To bask in the melodious harmony of orchestral violins and dream!

'Tis as soothing as the music of water rippling along a meandering stream!

'Tis as smooth as golden honey flowing from a splendid crystal jar!

'Tis as pleasing to the soul as legions of angels'...

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I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom; 
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices...

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The love of music fills my soul
     when violins take sweet control 
          to make my deep emotions dance
and whirl within a mystic trance.

My passions rise with notes sublime;
   ...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and rain is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the grass is fading 
and birds are flying away
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms shake the ocean...

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Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream 
romance unravels 
the sweet pain 
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home 
for want of a better country, 
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide 
and unconquered 
plunder...

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Dark place

my place

standing water

violin frogs...so very quiet.



Where is my voice

where are the lungs

flung into wells of fire

another day for the kiln

another day    somewhat overdone.



the meaning of "whole" has paled,

half a heartbeat shy of "it"

karma has raked its orange teeth

on the nape of...

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Written July 31, 2012


Here she comes
Walking down the road
To a machine gun refinery
Where she just won't know
Where she's going
Down the path of pestilence
Or on the wings of resilience
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"

Knocking on the door
Shoot to thrill screams
More more more
And she just don't...

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There's a languorous strain of violins, a concert in the park,
In the honeyed warmth of a green day, as bluebirds sing above.
Irregular perfect blooms all round, mellow sun is pouring down,
Music's in the air like a fragrance, as clouds drift softly by,
Like the beautiful and...

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He still hears the screams
The violins shrills
The repetition every morning 
every night
all day….
He begins to rock his body back and forth
He then stops and breathes
He then whispers
Why is god such cruel being?...!!!
Why can someone who’s admired by all
Torture someone so relentlessly?
His dilated eyes begin to...

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 "The earth has music for those who listen."

                                    ...

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Painted pictures...of unicorns
And painted pictures...of bushes with thorns 
Flowers grow...on my window sills 
Roses, tulips...and daffodils 
Garden rows...of buttercup 
Flower pots...all filled up 
Cherries red...in dark green leaves 
Carnations sewn...on pocket sleeves 
Cyclamen with white trim...pink
Painted on my...wood neck zinke 
Soft flowing music...of violins
Smiling faces...creating...

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