Ear Poems - Poems about Ear

Empty ears hear broken memories on replay Or was it Broken ears hear empty memories all the day long? Either way these ears have forgotten the use of beautiful music, and the tunes that once gave its master vigor in the beginning...

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I wear a smiley face, the sad world to cheer, With a red smile painted across my face from ear to ear. My shoes are monstrous, my laugh billows, raucous out loud. I'm the jester dancing in your face to please the crowd. But deep within this masked disguise of paint, Something inside has died, that's neither funny, silly nor...

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I will play by ear What I am going to do Tomorrow morning When I wake up Late Because I will sleep in During the mornings Because I am very tire And I also need to get more sleep Yes I will be up by noon Than I will go to my living room I will turn my computer on And I will do some work for...

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However you dress...compress these clever creatures… More not less..whenever features...success.. To be Francis...what about Bacon… Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour… Get a hard on from a lardon.. What’s much better than pancetta… Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck… Unctuous umami tsunami of salami Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo.... Stellar slivers...

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“play it by ear” no wonder I cant play banjo I’ve been playing with my fingers...

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Heavenly stars like chandeliers Amethyst hearts full of cheer Indigo night devoid of fear Kente kite like voice in ear United by cries to hold me near...

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the first drops of rain carried music to my ears it got me inspired let my creative juices flow I wrote down my first poem ...

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A Whisper in Devil's Ear Satan deceitful innermost mean thoughts Decaying fungi influence left rots. Even with the threat, soul can't stop smiling Feel of deceit and actions beguiling. Deep breath and release of known temptation The mind lure images grow creation. Self-knowing even if the mortal knows the outcome, Satan just turns up its nose. Whisper in Devil's Ear precarious Possession rash acts, temerarious. ...

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gambling with... a loose-ear as a wind-ear... jacks the pot len/stan ...

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As a lotus raises its head to receive the sun rays I wait expectantly for my Lord's whisper in my ears. In the forms of Satan or tempter, evil has its ways. Amidst my fears, it enters my spheres and wishes me cheers. Whispers between blossoms and flies are secret and sacred. Agape of give and take are amalgamated in...

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Devil’s ear— Whisper sharp, Power bends. Vulnerable, A crack, a slip, Whispers twist. Promises grow. Touch the crown, Tremble at night. Corruption stirs, Fleeting thoughts. Shadows reach— Weakened hands, Severed ties, Towers rise. A word— Rots the roots. ...

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A WHISPER IN DEVILS EAR You have missed one, he’s over there Now’s just the right time to approach And a need for flattery, not reproach You surely can clearly see his despair Come on, it’s just another candidate Sign him up, you have that contract And even an old nibbed pen, in fact So, before he leaves, do not hesitate It must be...

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An outcry from the populace, amongst them a diabolic menace, appealing to their weaker sense, under every kind of false pretense - What could they do? The devil may whisper, or he may purr. He knows the temptations we prefer. Yes, that's true, but all the same, we can beat Lucifer at his game. Let's set a trap! "You have cute horns and a tail, I...

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My garden plots my demise Haunts me like a living soul The care I give is appreciated, yet expected Each time I weed takes a toll When it's time to prune All hell breaks loose The clods grow stones to throw and wound The ears of corn hear all that I say They stalk me, following every which way The sly potatoes sprout...

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I wondered about the trumpeters ear Pondered if their eustachian tube always was clear For blowing with force is a trusty fix I googled it but the fix has a glitch Too much pressure causes damage They love to trumpet so they manage Poor trumpeters with their damaged hearing Shows how we perpetuate sometimes what we're fearing We see too much pressure...

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