Chorused Poems - Poems about Chorused

... I never liked loud noise. As a child I would run inside terrified by the sound of an aeroplane flying overhead, cower under the wrap of my grandmother's thick coat on the rumbling roar of ......

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... Quote: “Lenses grant vision, perspectives determine what we see.” Poet As faith confirmers, glorious, color-chorused rainbows caress. Brilliant beauty as fresh delivered through......

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...Secrets of The Breeze A breeze, a playful inquisitive breeze, Drifting over slippery slated roof tops, Teasing the silent secretive trees. Hearing murmurings in wind-blown ......

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...Pitter patters foisted wetness on the roofs, A cat meows noisily to the rain spoofs, her sweet noise rhythmed the dog's delicious woofs, The treasure they sang into ears is the proof, They both h......

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...Bite that pseudo-thumb at the world, sit a moment in solitary confinement; Your ideology is so blissfully bent it favors crooked instead of curled; No need for sour vocalizations culled line......

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...Peace plunked herself down and started uncontrollable loudly sobbing so very loudly that her entire thin youthful frame started visible shaking against her own active will power. Her dark blue ey......

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... The wooden floor wore decades of dust. Near the doorway brooms grew out of a fire bucket and bloomed in an odd array of heads. A pile of coir mats lay stacked in a wheelbarrow, all choru......

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...My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors. whilst searching for my sanity, I've become my own worst enemy. In this cauldron of despair, time is like sand in my hand - an oxymoron poetic paradox......

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...We loved to traverse the dense forest, Where birds continued as they chorused, Admiring on one side the tall pines, Breathing their best fragrance from their vines. On the other side of the ......

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...RIDS OF RIDIC RIDDLES Delusional convo with the inanimates; February bragged none of us is his mate ¹and asked, "What month of the year has 28 days?" -"All of them." I replied with a smirk on ......

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...Sojourner to far-flung climes; When you return, Will you remember the evening songs Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree? Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter Whose courage......

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...Eyeless, forehead-less amoebae-like dull cloud piece, Resembling, other times, a mermaid in white fleece; Silly soul! Yet, engendering panic just like, The Satan? Beelzebub? It spins my psyche...!......

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...They drank all afternoon in a well of voices that rose in noise from places too mangled for language. What came out was shelled in a chorused cry venting the stifled pain of unhealed wounds. ......

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...Wistful is the heart, silent the walls where the gambols of youth echoed. A return tale’s sentimental journey inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road Long it behoves me my thanksgiving ......

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...If I can say it, but not sing it, or even hum a resonant melody that feels like it, then perhaps my greater gift is silence, at least for now, until toxic seeds ripen into our healthiest res......

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