Cadence Poems - Poems about Cadence

A voiceless whisper always speaks to me, At times too faint for thought to comprehend, Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear— To warn of danger or to guide to blessings. Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored, But when I heed its prompt, it comes true, It then fades~ like a whisper lost in the wind, and like a dream slipped...

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The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky, entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula, pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night. Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river, performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the...

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linger-longer wait-a-while to perceive the cadence in a smile echoing a beat of heart in a chest of draws with namesakes hidden under the knickers hankies scarves and socks....

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CADENCE intonation inflected euphniously...

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Inspired by Iron Maiden’s song Dance of Death When the transiting sun shined enchantingly, spreading color spectrum in the chameleon sky, I saw once the masked figures of ingenious craft, walk with me enticed on the broken garden path. At nightfall, I didn’t hear their footsteps prancing, while their masks dissolved in the depth of darkness, I saw their shapeless hollow...

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The coxswain calls the cadence …I don’t like his tone But I am forced to listen Cuz he’s got the megaphone I think my oar is twisted As it defies my wishes It hits the water making Loud splashes and not swishes The other oarsmen wonder Why can’t he get in sync They blame it on the fact that My oar is painted pink I close my...

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Spectral light resounding arcs healing theistic justice positively bow toward resonant pantheistic patterned peace and negatively bend against dissonant monodramatic trauma. So too, wealthy sounding polyphonic cadence can feel drawn toward deeply panentheistic meaning-fullness Despite no healthy polypathic narrative that seems widely polymathic democratic speed of inspiraling light and fractal-powered purpose When justice shows up You don't have to solve my world, resolve my mind to body shows just cadence up maybe...

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Ink stains and fragmented thoughts fuse upon lined pages, a dance of fleeting emotions and raw revelations. A symphony of words whispered to the wind, painting vivid images of love, pain, and resilience. Poetry, the heartbeat of our souls, encapsulating the essence of humanity in every stanza, a timeless echo of our deepest truths. For...

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"Life is a song in which everyone makes up the keys and harmony as they sing along." - Mitta Xinindlu In rhythms of light, softly glowing Bringing the night a glimpse of serenity, Feelings abiding in the soul, feelings of joy, Feelings of love… In patterns of laughter, softly flowing Bringing the spirit a gentling, a stirring, Beautiful beyond comparing, beauty so...

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birth out in the mist bright things then have birth between the beauty and decay molten lead adjourned the faithfulness of a century lies bedridden the missives continueth Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth please do not disturb the cadence of tomorrow's plan The butterflies hoover...

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the one breath limitation'...

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In the chartreuse lawn, the music of rustling leaves I hear, singing the song ‘summer is gone’, I listen the footsteps of autumn clear. The screen of summer dust drifts away, satin sky radiates aquamarine allure. The cloud clumps turn white from grey, sail shapeless across the serene azure. Lemon leaves absorb autumn colors fast, painted tangerine and saffron before they fall. The cadence...

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rhythm of a voice modulated pitch in one breath length...

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The audience fell into a hush, The violist stood still near her maestro. She poised her bow as she had placed Her violin beneath her chin was on her shoulder. In the silence of all, she moved her bow, Slowly at first, then with rapid strokes ...

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"My heart pulsates to the tune of your music You make the vibrant silence in me so unique" - by poet. The tired eyes look pensively within at the tranquil depth of introspection, mind’s turmoil ebbs in quietude, ripples of serenity roll on soul’s silent shore. In the perpetual cacophony of life, when the frenzy noise fades into calmness, the rhythm...

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