Reed Poems - Poems about Reed

An empty room Standing center stage She waited for her cue bassoon in hand She breathed life into "MI Stro" a ballad by Piffston Grisser" A song which curated More than four minutes She incorporated " it's gotta be" by Danny Dewmore A very popular song To the delight of those In attendance and to those Who were to view the film The staff stood and...

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Going solo is no fun when you are the only one playing alone on your own so show me your saxophone and you may hold my trombone then if I feel the need I'll finger your keys to vibrate the reed 'til my slide retracts as we're a match made in heaven quite the catch in fact a musical marriage and that's not all we'll make beautiful music yes...

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Lewis Allen Reed was a really odd breed wanted to take us all for a ride but wrote about taking a walk on the wild side ...

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not going well this i've got a tattoo of a butterfly on my right cheek it will remain there til monday morning there's a bouncy castle and a bubble machine i'm smacking the hell out of the piñata on my daughter's behalf but nothing doing talking about industry and carbon emissions with the only other dad test cricket and the...

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Man is but a fragile reed swaying in the breeze Better that than shelter need in winter's arctic freeze...

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Anxiety peak's as mundane attention seeks. Fear and excitement compete as boredom seeps. This powerful small action is not an option I possess. My desire to please is within reach, the winner of an underdog's match. Adrenaline a premature ejaculation as safety of sorts is left behind. Sounds like lies is the music of my travels with an exploiting beat. Promised...

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Day after day Moments dragging by Looking for a promise That has left me dry ...and wanting Doubt seeps in Maybe understanding is dim Sorrows and suffering Make life dull and grim ...even in the LIGHT Rhythm is warped Music has no dance Movement is sludge I can't seem to advance ...in the fight I have accepted habit My eyes set on what is My fire is smoldering In what I can't fix ...in...

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I usually use it for inspiration or just to vent my frustration someone said my words weren't plain so i wrote To my critic plainly go f**k themselves To tell you the truth i could care less well i could if i put in the effort even my worst is better than their best i don't write for them i don't write for you i...

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So Trump checked in to Walter Reed And asked them for a cure for greed They said, "Crystal Meth - Or you could choose death - But Fort Knox is where we keep seed!"...

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I wish to sheer afar from people who deem me as a broken reed I dearly hate their nearness I dearly dread of their vicious words and deeds cause they will give me only anguish hate...

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A loathsome freezing quack seed walking upon a summer day Was twisting her back and shaking her bootie in every kind of way Along came a fluttering pack reed whose feet were made of clay. He followed along at a distance, enjoying the sight of her sway. What is that you are following his sister asked from her play. They...

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Born golden littermates, Reed and Diana are lifelong playmates. In wooded bliss roam these furry twins, Chasing critters to their lair and digging holes, Much to their doting master's chagrin. Gently gazing on a guest, Their warm brown eyes glow with love upon them sown, You can be sure they've known nothing but the Best! With his watchful, wistful gaze. Reed, the Guardian of...

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Plea of the 'Bruised Reed' On my knees; my head low What to say I don't know Can not speak yet it seems though no words my heart screams But that's the sound you hear more than a word spoke clear Each tear rings as stirred chimes Each one dear not bound by time In you're heart they're held tight Kept...

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What do they want to know About me? I'm fun loving, charismatic A strong Leader Who's Diplomatic Never ask for much I handle mines By any "means" I Can read between the lines I'm the one people Love I'm the flower that rose "above" Concrete I mastered streets I made it out without A chance of defeat You may trap my...

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What am I feeling for you? A futile yearning, If I don't entertain it, It will haunt me for the longest time. I am sinking in you. You are avoiding me It is best you do that Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. They got me transfixed, This is just a feeling That is heading to its tail? You and me loving deep With no strings attached. Playing...

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