Hummed Poems - Poems about Hummed

...When Night Had No Mercy I walked alone, dusk held the air, A fork ahead—school light there, And on the right, a shadowed wall, Where silence hummed the siren's call. Then feet—too many—close......

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...They will not honor your fragrant breath They’ll use it as ode, or veil, or death. Not love, but lack—will wear your name, Your petals will ache beneath borrowed fame.” Lotus's voice now split Ne......

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...Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bo......

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...I was relaxing sitting in my sunroom, and I was marveling at the sky When I noticed stuck to my window screen there was an interesting big old dragonfly So, I gently and quietly opened up my w......

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...At 10,911 meters beneath the Pacific veil, where no submarine dares dream, I descended into the throat of Earth— into the trench men call Mariana, but spirits call Theotokos. There, the water ......

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...When I crossed the violet bridge of thought, From crystal-veined Atlantis — I was caught By Lemuria’s breath, warm like a sigh, Where mountains hummed and stars walked by. There were no towers,......

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..."In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, la......

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...Echo I never get no letters. Even my shadow don't follow me around no more. I've posted many notes to you, cried out in the night, hummed our tune, sobbed. But all I hear is echoes: ......

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...A little bird sat upon my window steel, Cheep cheep it hummed as I sat so still, I wondered how where and when ,why and if ever it had adventures yet, For I sit still and gaze about no adventure......

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... hushed at dusk and dawn I long to hear the pond's song, a lullaby melody hummed on the ripples that lilts, quivers of shimmers, across my wet fondled skin......

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...His lips parted, but the notes clung, threaded in silence by invisible keys. The song stayed, in a nest of aches, where wishes fluttered without hope of flight. He hummed, but no one hea......

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... I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming su......

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...An oval shape—a ghostly pane, A frame of whispers, soft refrain. It hung in quiet, out of view, Where silence slept and shadows grew. I glimpsed “the oval window, a portal to another dimension,......

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... Rolex If it’s a creation, then science and spirit should explain each other. Not argue. Not compete. They should echo. Like a wave entering water— and the water nods. I was born int......

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...When I was small the starlings roosted one by one on grandma’s party line wire (like jittery black clothespins) to bandy their gossip back and forth until the wire hummed with their inanities.......

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