Cadences Poems - Poems about Cadences

...By Cherbo Geeplay I can touch the rhythm of your beats, and sense the chirpy throb; the music streams it currents to my pulse, the hair on my skin rises, the trumpet ricochets, filling the roo......Read the rest...

...I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I find my solace, my sanctuary. My words flow unencumbered......Read the rest...

... “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,......Read the rest...

...Autumn, the present season Changes of cadences and colors It's a very charming time Which only lies in errors. The leaves are no longer green Except those of the everlasting firs A large numb......Read the rest...

...Athwart Child: Look! My dear mother, the serene summit of those high hills. Hark! My dear mother, the cadences of the handsome halcyon. Sway! My dear mother, along with the debonair daffodils. ......Read the rest...

...my muse - departed … sometimes reality squeezes you dry, and breathes you away with the dust … words, beings, cadences, the gists of the gloaming - gone … so … just write. ......Read the rest...

...Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships Angst of redundancy seethes from within as l......Read the rest...

...*Image of Music Heart by Pixabay. A Heart's Melody Harmony palpitates...conducts the abandoned chamber, albeit, interludes providently...kept in tune with themselves. The metered......Read the rest...

...*HEART OF STONE would never split open and melt, even if we cried the bloody tears. Oh thy lonely heart, listen to these unheard pleas ! We both were stuck in between untol......Read the rest...

...Autumn, the present season Changes of cadences and colors It's a very charming time Which only lies in errors. The leaves are no longer green Except those of the everlasting firs A large numb......Read the rest...

...(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots) We may not be deemed apostolic recorders But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of Our life’s sojourn in the sh......Read the rest...

...GUN VIOLENCE BLUES - corrected They built a gun-violence memorial in a god-forsaken corner of my struggling city A collaborative effort of a few academics, a handful of neighbors, a preache......Read the rest...

...GUN VIOLENCE BLUES They built a gun-violence memorial in a god-forsaken corner of my struggling city A collaborative effort of a few academics, a handful of neighbors, a preacher or two, ......Read the rest...

...Far away in the West, Far far away from my cuddles and caresses, Lives my son, Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest. Where he is surmounting over all tides and......Read the rest...

...A name, by itself, is nothing... Some of us appearing to love hate... Some seeming to find beauty in Gore... while others, more astute, understand that behavior is its own proper definit......Read the rest...