Record Player Poems - Poems about Record Player

sitting in front of my record player i am glad that i fixed it and that i found some 45s and some 78s my excitement builds as i sift through all of the new discoveries i am in my element all i need is a cream soda and some peppercorn ranch sun chips time is nonexistent people are intentionally omitted stress is...

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The music resonating from these 45’s sleep in my ears like the I love you’s and I miss you’s that you tell me everyday That calm smooth jazz mixed with a funky bass and a little pop influence is something we could dance to even though we don’t really like to dance The music entangled with...

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Can I listen to your heart play a song on my record player, as I relax in a dark room to embody the sounds of its speech... Where the strong thumps of its language can explain exactly what it desires so I can provide exactly what it needs. Let the vibration of its mood fill the surrounding...

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What have I got to do to make you love me Why won't you love back How am I supposed to love me When you won't even look at me back I am starring at the man in the mirror And no 1 is starring back It's like I am a vampire Awash in cold blood And crocodile tears...

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I'll be honest, I gave into anger, I gave him what he desired, But I played the roll of the looking glass, Only to realize, he was blind. Oh and if I could be a recording instead, I would not want to be his record player, His words cast wounds that might break me, for breaking beautiful things is what...

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Grandfather's record player I remember grandfather use to have a record player, Johnny Cash use to sing his lullaby every night. My fascination of this amazing invention increased, The record spins as a needle glides across it, How is this music created? My imagination rotates around this music, Grandfather always hums this tune, Johnny's voice slowly gets softer... The music stops....

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