Composition Poems - Poems about Composition

Her hair dances like the cascading stream, murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams. It’s more than an element of graceful façade, the curls carry a crown of style adornment. The onyx hair cataracts elegance untamed, swirls in the stream of longing squall on the ivory template of her forehead, engraves the contours of her charisma. As the melting clouds...

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My hair is a whimsical canvas my crown It’s so versatile pinned up or flowing down An expression of my natural creativity Hair is a blessing of my femininity Sometimes I let the pillow style it Go with the flow wearing my wild wit In this way my hair is a cocoa cloud All soft and fluffy unruly truly proud Sometimes...

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Start in slowly with a flute, or an English horn to toot. At a time most opportune, consider contrabassoon....

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A limerick-composing old man Devised a most devious plan. Rejecting convention, I fear I must mention, He fried all his verse in a pan....

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Withered fingers Cannot play anymore; I drown in nuanced shades of blue, Not seeing, in my plight, My strings, wound tight, Suspending me Like a puppet, Tethered to life. I in my tattered clothes, Blue like sorrow, Torn like the heart that hopes, Unable to keep out the cold Or cover the secrets I hold— I am the man who mopes, ...

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my tears are like an ocean i’m waiting by the beach for people that don’t exist and looking at the sea catching the next flight to a sinking island under a navy jeans sunset stars messing around like splotches of white paint from trying to erase the past the tears and the beach i wanted to forget that night and drown you in the ocean so that...

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It’s all been decided for me I was told to get up and go To reap the harvests for free Which I had no idea to sow In a competition of fictions The most plausible won I bargained three new convictions For the price of the cheapest one I invested them in three essays Which I was relieved to forget I walked through the Roman...

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Problematic punctuation How could it be , mother dear , on my forehead , is it your Biloxi ? I had an entire morn, in good mourning, leaving for good, still it could! and in so many ways it is true, just know there to be true, at least to start somewhere, once again, forever, more! I...

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When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight, he sits in the midst of childhood confusion, bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight, crafting a castle from artistic vision where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows; letters and numbers, no longer mere shadows, architecting comfort through mini figures that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours. Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation, lego became...

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Photosynthesis the Rosin, Rosin who which makest me ...

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I feel the great dog approaching, playing his rhythm on the usual sway of the deck, a counterpart celebrating the sky and water that holds us. Beau, tongue lolling in tune with temperature’s wand, has come to lounge after his morning swim. Settling next to me, he shakes Damariscotta water on me, wedding us to the rocks that enriched it when this place...

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Music blends beautiful with grace Silencing frustrations, erasing Broken with restoration, mending Hearts, feelings – blending Hopes and dreams, imaginations Promises soft like inspiration, Laughing at the moon, starlight whispers Glistening prayers – fading Just beyond the seas of sapphire Edged in silence, promising the moon There will be a new season, A fresh start, like the prayer in her heart Who hears the memory and...

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Before I had a loose leaf And no spirals were around, A composition notebook Would on classroom desks be found. With their classic black-white covers In a marbled-type design, They were owned by every student Who would fill in every line. Now, of course, they’re kind of retro And they come in every hue So the covers have these swirls of white With red or...

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Have you heard the symphony, the voyage of an eternal time? Its Chariot is the swiftest one, gone soon, gone long Beating hearts touch the innermost mind Darkness. wrapped in encircled mourning, befallen with the fallen, starlight. O My Friend ! That nomadic time, a traveler one Engulfed me again, with her embracing vest of time Took me to her gypsy churn, A...

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They called it Allusvain Sandite The layer beneath The sircrete, which Had used both cement And tar to create a Permanent seal. They used bankrun gravelsoil To cover the aircrete And when dried they soothed The surface with A high quality concrete. Ten inches thick in a Reinforced concrete layer Filled with sand and stone The rooftop for the hobbit House. A masterpiece Beautiful, at a fraction of The cost Lumberyard scrap walls Encompasses...

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