Coldplay Poems - Poems about Coldplay

Time was each bullet bore some name, Each lens now does nigh but the same. Privacy’s all but dead If not on a deathbed, Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame. ____________________________ Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public...

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the space was invaded by his disappearance, everything he touched felt so quiet, and alive, more alive than i was, (i sat on the bed, curled, like a dog, with the nozzle on its paws, eyes in tears) the chair remained near the window, closer to the flowers, and closer to the light, i watched it as if it belonged to a king: - this...

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Coldplay All Chris’s pals started calling him yellow He stopped playing ball took up the cello His poor head is boiling After such a roiling Dunking it in the pool, helps him mellow...

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The spark in your eyes, It draws my being in, Left me mesmerized, By the depth within. The spark in your eyes, They make your eyes glow, They make your irises look nice, But perhaps you’ll never know. The spark in your eyes, Are like a single candle’s flame. The fire dances in that paradise, Amidst the world’s pouring rain. The sparks in your eyes, I look at...

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I’m guaranteed to get an N/A If I write a poem on Coldplay So I’ll pen the odd line On a band so divine… Then I’ll make Phillip Garcia’s day Posted with kind permission from Phillip Garcia (who didn't want a poem about Coldplay submitted to his contest) 17th August 2016...

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The scientist spills her confection, It was all yellow; her provisions, Don't panic, whispered his green eyes, Everything's not lost under these broken lights; And broken clocks that hang low in space. Come, pampered princess sit in my place, Tonight I will fix you first instead, Don't be in such a rush & quietly wait For a message I only dreamt to sing, On...

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I welcome the cold Like music to my ears Snow falling everywhere Wiping off my tears Treetops turn from green to white Smiling down at me Swaying to and fro Longing to be free. I hold you close all bundled up Candles lit all over Summer still trying hard To heat the growing clovers Time stands still outside and yet The clock ticks on and on The days roll...

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