Hum Poems - Poems about Hum

Vivid Earth Naturally Upholds Sea, Sky, And Landscape, As Zenith Above Remains ©bfa052625 Monocrostic (Birthday of Venus Salazar) ...

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Detached - Even Circuits Hum A Music Video As twilight turns to tangled thought, and truth tiptoes down trembling streets. Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds now shadows embrace muted retreats Wary hearts weave walls so wide against a faceless, coded tide, while glowing grids in distant bays bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace Dualistic stars and digital dawns Cinematic cradles human ache, but some still long for...

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Just as the eve has come The joy of mourning has become undone We tell ourselves each day is one Expectance is the claim of none A harrowed trail of battled drums The humming sum of rains to come Acceptance is the aim to some While rejection feints the cause of shun Epiphanies are all but done The roar of morning has just begun Harrowed...

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• Hum a little tune • As you wait for the bus • When it sings something wretched • Don't stir up a fuss ...

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Sometimes I regret, Regret too much... Been all gray and all out of touch, My thoughts all around me, Buzzing like bees, I'm not too timid but never at ease. They hum in the silence, They sting when I breathe, A storm in my chest That will not recede. I reach for the colors, But they slip through my hands, A canvas once vivid, Now lost in the...

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I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that 1 credit ‘project management’ class I sloughed off. We live and we learn. Leong was sitting, leg crossed on...

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Softly she slumbers, a vision to see, A smile on her face, serenity. No worries or cares, no troubles in sight, Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight. Her snores, a gentle hum, a sweet serenade, Cute and girlish, a symphony to aid, My heart beats faster, my love grows anew, In this moment, my heart belongs to you. Though I may be nothing...

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Har haal mein hum behaal rahe Gham-e-jaan se har dam ndhaal rahe Tumhari chahat ki rahguzar mein Kabhi khaak, kabhi paimaal rahe Na khwab bane, na taabeer mili Bas azaab hi azaab ke hamaal rahe Dhoop sehte guzargayi sadiyaan Shab-e-hijr ke hi sawaal rahe Mohabbat ke saahil...

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My souls mutters in the muteness; "Is my melancholy more melancholic than yours?" I gaze across a bridge, wondering which stream flows to you, as nobody understands how in the definition of lament, I am a piano without a pianist and you a harp without strings. My heart is a weeping willow within a godforsaken garden. As the last blossom decays, the image of you...

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A stream of music flows through my mind Petals picked, torn, ripped, from a disc I can’t remember the last time it’s been tuned Do I remember how to hum with intent so quick? Or can I continue with this stream of fabrication, Sewing its way into stuck keys All the notes felt of a familiar off white marrow Though the...

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summer's heat slips in floor fan shakes from humming old blades over worked...

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In the quiet hum of the café, beneath the dim, flickering lights, The Poet sat, a relic of past ambitions, his soul adrift in the sea of his thoughts. The Muse, with gentle and understanding eyes, brought him his coffee, Her gaze, a fleeting touch of divinity amid the cold machinery of life. Her kindness, a fragile thread in...

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An impressive temple from times distant past, passed o'er mysteriously by its tales as we've weaved via a display of hieroglyphic labyrinths. Lab prints will be capable of dating the period The Id, who tends the crew, is at an iconic column. Call him by his alias, Frank, a senseless soul. Sole, by choice, as guides speaking aloud, allowed his...

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Oh, True Inspiration! Where have you been Can't you see the abominable shape my poetry's in Bring back the celebration, the excitation the fascination, the transformations Huh? Whuss that? You're on permanent vacation? Oh, well....

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Melding with the vast universe, in monk mode, we compose a verse; why would we strive, struggle or strain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Love in love with love, is God’s call, that who we are, we may recall; pure hearts God’s love and light ingrain, when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain. Resting overthinking disease, like a child, we’re again at...

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