Harmonising Poems - Poems about Harmonising

...What is a wish; wasted wallowing in unmet dreams Sought to rise instead sinks slowly with false promisers Hell is harmonising of hearts without attuned ear A siren song sung to a desperate soul ......Read More

...“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell” Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell Golden whi......Read More

...Handsomest man under the Milky Way Caught me drifting to display Fashion with a line unique Blues, Funk and Soul musique Mannequins with big torsos Ranges of clean custom clothes Breathing co......Read More

...The sweet-smelling flowers are dancing again; Drifting, swaying, moving to the music of the wind. Their yellow dresses lifting as they spin, On the pure green stage free and well. Clap clap the ......Read More

...Do not know colossal words and Grammar not my strength, To be a pro with much gusto- The odds for me against. Though I know we have a story Each of us can share, Hence I take part with all my......Read More

...As the singular life pulse vivifies form, the manifested entity thus energised strangely questions not how it’s heart beats even as it is being breathed automatically, with enablements of cognition a......Read More

...Alone with a thought, in a void of space, Alone with colours at night, Hearing galactic waves of stars, Hearing a galactical fight, With soft booming rolls and a quick happy dance, Harmonis......Read More

...Reaction to the poem "My Beautiful Letter Multiply with Others You Make Verse" by James Edward Lee Sr You are a message and up Uplifting, you are You come neatly noted, honey coated with freedo......Read More

...I wake from a bad dream Hey there new man That’s what they said to me Hey there how’s it been lately? I stand, look and see Elvis, Martin Luther King and John Lennon walk on by so casually. ......Read More

...It was the silence, the peace that captured my heart, By a woodland, untouched by man, ancient and old. By a babbling brook my story does start. I sit under an oak tree; it has survived a hundred ......Read More

...In a black and white world, feathered fingertips caress ebony and ivory keys - melodically forming a myriad of vibrant and vivid hues, diversifying dulcet emotive reflections. In a w......Read More

...Cellotape a cornflake to a six inch singular cheese packet then swing under and over the metronome roundabout. And a coffee coloured synonymous character can be overlaid with biscuit coloured charm b......Read More

...Serenade a song bird then. Go on. It's great. Sit in trees or on rocks. Very pleasurable it is. Thank not a tank. Think not a tripod angling in with money. It is never wise to eradicate pollen. And p......Read More

...The didactic duty of a hairbrush is to skim stones at toll gates. But harmonising at a concert of trumpeting elephants is just not audible and therefore unsatisfactory to an inner ear. Peace sign the......Read More

...Choirs sing out the Christmas stories harmonising each every word, rising goosebumps on my arms, as in silence, angelic voices heard. savouring each tuneful note. to bring to us the fellowship o......Read More