Cellist Poems - Poems about Cellist

...Two guys by a bus stop, and they have nowhere to go. They begin merging plucks and ribbits into a melting comfort. Their destination is the Earth, and sedans honk at them. Red stop sign beco......

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...The Wind arranged and rearranged the sediment the beauty of a sandy flat eroded cr......

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...Frog was selling the heck out of the flowers today A cellist came by asking if he would pay him to play Frog thought the bear was annoying, but allowed him to stay However, he told him he had no m......

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...Ambition is to play the Cello Becoming a most talented fellow Cellists make such sumptuous sounds Delighting audiences the whole world round Encouragement to take up lessons From former cellist ......

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...we see her feet her robe drops as the sound track sounds more ominous then what we are seeing as she steps into the bath pulling the final curtain that blurs her nakedness but n......

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...Midnight memories of moonlit bay When in his arms young passion lay Beneath the twilight prior to dawn He the prince and she the swan With an exchange of funny quips He craved sweet nectar of ......

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...she critiqued the written words some she refused to speak out loud she used humor to laugh at what she had read. when the cellist wanted to rehearse the song she told him she didn't feel comfo......

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...MY WINTER It is snowing in my heart, my heart Wind is blowing can't stop it, stop And I don't care about you My mind eyes views are frozen I've got a cold stone heart I'm feelin bitter In my......

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...What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ... I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm Sway in a summer breeze, sweeping the grasses with a soft movement As sublime as t......

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...Four horsemen hale deep in darkness their knives and swords tear open red flesh the city filled with smoke while skeletons dangle from open doorways. Some are burned in fires rising while some drow......

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...First-class ship bound for Norway o'er glassy seas 'neath cold dark sky they met passing through the gangway. Sizzle, pop! How the sparks did fly! She a cellist, he a sweet guy both cruising to view......

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...I've focused on this evening For near a fortnight now Each element planned to perfection Every detail intended to wow I admit that in the past My efforts have been wanting To pack my feelings to a s......

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...Across the branched park spires, towers and chimneys Deep shot green silk tablecloth, green velvety curtains Olive green chairs, viridian green carpet , green walls Streams criss-crossing for......

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