Chime In Poems - Poems about Chime In

Old hands counted fingers to define, That the hours in a day chime twice twelve, That the months in a year toll what the old hands told. Twelve apostles, tribes and days of Christmas do unfold Twelve jurors decide, the twelfth is the hanged man card, 12 inches make a foot, 12 notes in an octave for a song...

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Broken Wind Chime The broken wind chime played one note at a time In the soft, blowing, evening breeze Still, it’s tune was relaxing and pretty A reminder, to slow down, to pace yourself - It ends with a beautiful result - A song...

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Happy hearts each day, Gives joyful smiles, okay, Find light for dark time, Cheerfl bells chime!...

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I sit in the sun like a happy giant cat My dogs have found shade A tiny chime dings in a pretty way Dogs sleep through this dainty sound Does it bring a faerie to their dreams? I will ask them later...

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Announcing her swift arrival, hanging chimes sing gentle breeze of calmness by pure soft harmonic tones as my adrenaline rush amidst the loud chaos erupting eagerly stepping outside to feel her presences of grace gently caressing my skin as she flow threw my hair feeling a sense of serenade and swaddle as I breathe aligning and balancing the...

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I am the grace : in repentance face...

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In twilight's hollow, where shadows play, I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day. A soul once afire, with love's pure flame, Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame. In secret gardens, where memories reside, Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide. The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past, Torment my waking, and forever will last. Like autumn's leaves,...

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I’m sitting on the edge of time For just a disembodied pause, While pointed hands o’er rounded chime Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause. Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid, Comes forth the pointing to a door That opens wide. Be not afraid, I think, to thereupon explore. And there I search the sea, in stay, For those few drops that speak of me. Below a...

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"Death is the beginning of life as life is the beginning of death ..." ...

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Beneath the noise of borrowed truths and the weight of clocks that chime with urgency, there lies a quiet field—vast, untamed, where the soul remembers its original name. No walls, no maps, no mirrors to hold us; only the steady rhythm of breath, the pulse of being untouched by thought. Here, the sky is not a question but a boundless answer, its blue stretching...

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Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient temple Perched across a bay, weeds and hyacinths curl between my feet, Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder. In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions for a world which aches for calmer...

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A note rides on a Sonnet's rhyme And travels on to Shakespeare's quill A bird sings with nature's chime Its melody fluttering in the sunlight still Inspiration takes us to starry skies Where the seven muses roam Luna then begins its rise and glimmers in the gloam On the shore the waves repeat As...

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PARODY pithy never uncouth with a short bitter  truth perhaps  ironic  & or a little  sardonic a satire of which many never will tire '...

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The Truth sublime.' I found has chime.. With ouch! In fact they really rhyme.! Metaphorically so closely twine' just Let out (that fact) you will surely find ' That many kicks and blows ensue.! And the verbal barage? Well its?? Well' almost (Untrue!)...

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I've somehow pondered about the rush of air of how I could be lulled on billows, and yet, its notes upon my flesh eludes me-- as if in midnight trailing, weeping in refrains this cadence glides beyond streetlamps on to my litanies, my expectations, my ...

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