Notes Poems - Poems about Notes

How you moved through me like music, nervous hands now strum a guitar. This shy soul connected can pick, I never could before. It’s bizarre. These fingers will soon build a scar that’s filled with the glow of limelight. The dragonflies are what they are, a breath of thin notes at midnight....

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Perhaps in wanting to understand We must abandon wonder Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained In those bylanes in order to explain We study, observe dissect Practise reductionism to the last atom After that when the head rises up again Devoid of wonder, innocent lost It sees...

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How grief feels is so hard to explain and each person experiences it differently For me, my violin holds no solace these days there are many days that I could play and let the music envelope me in comfort, but not this journey I am having trouble reading Being an avid reader, this is very hard for me I can get through...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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10 chicken breast filets split a pounded in a food processer add..... 2 chicken livers steamed 1/2 cup of mushrooms 1/4 c wilted arugula(chopped) 1/2 t nutmeg 11/2 c of ground chicken 1/4 cup of heavy cream 1/4 c of crumbed bacon 4 Tablespoons capers 1/2 cup of cream cheese 1/4 cup of fresh parsley 3 crushed garlic cloves 3 tablespoons of grated parmesan 2 tablespoons of conage 1 teaspoon...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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3d music bot that makes hearts swoon Is what I’d leave melodies on the moon Musical notes float like a magical mirror Reflecting views of places applicable to each song The notes can gather and form a body that dances Or dissolve like sand to create lands sang about For instance a song about the sea would be watery The notes would...

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We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? It’s the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants. It's robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from those we love—that they will be there for us in both good times and bad, just to feel...

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Sweet and sour notes taste just like us, branded in the lilt of your love language; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, dissonance is the core of our essence; Branded in the lilt of your love language is a heartbeat I haven’t felt before; Our rhythm's unbalanced yet complete; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, a whirlwind...

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“No notes,” the teacher said to us, "and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss. This is a pop quiz, to write an analysis of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."...

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Lavender lily’s limerick Onyx October breeze Violet fragrance of candlestick Embracing emerald energy Not in a committed relationship Only see you in my dreams Turquoise thoughts mind sips Everything about you engaging Someday maybe I’ll speak...

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Twenty-five years since we agreed to this and still, I vow to be there, just outside your line of sight, as you confidently mispronounce quinoa, as you decide, again, that the best way to check if the pan is hot is to touch it. I vow to say nothing as you eyeball...

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I write to Him, With a quiet pen… Dear God, please hear my heart the rhythmic beating, however fleeting…. Hear the thump, thump, thump praying for You to listen to the pulse, the yearning for Your love… I write to Him, With a silence, still… Washed in the feelings, the need wondering why He chose to bleed but my heart – it can read…. The beauty of...

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Melodic notes often bring Jazz singers a bit of zing Dancers jump in with a swing Elvis is the Tennessee king 50’s make me want to sing Partners slung out in a fling Tempo from an angels’ wing Music is a most wonderful thing...

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Frozen window a blackboard to write on a motivational boost Smelling romantic moonlight can be a two-part problem - or shared enjoyment Sliding down the hill in an open suitcase reindeer in fur coats - the merchant's profit The bathing season is already ended scientists...

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