Resonance Poems - Poems about Resonance

Waves in my brain to your cliche songs they entrain Background music in the store It takes me over to my core Others keep looking for merchandise Or converse with each other to break the ice But I sing along, there's nothing to prove Just taken over by a nonlinear groove. (chorus) Waves in my brain like a tidal refrain, When you can't think, the...

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I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor which brings a ringing to my inner ear then a low vibration comes as I stand still This frequency happens frequently transmitting a language I've yet to unveil Creating a magnetic peace during its stay One...

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I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble and you just want to...

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"Written" There is a rhythm to us, a quiet knowing in the spaces between. Not hurried, not forced just the gentle pull of something timeless, written long before we knew. Your warmth lingers in my days, a soft light in the places I keep hidden. I do not chase it, ...

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As heading down the streets of Paris, I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air somewhere behind my ears. Leaves fell twirling around as if, autumn started a bit early this year. The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' . Was the nature romanticising around? Or was it...

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RESONANCE Small words can always mean a lot Whether they’re well chosen or not Like items on a market stall Believe me, resonance is all Inspiration fits like a glove When verses are expressing love But sometimes it’s like bitter gall Believe me, resonance is all A word may just cause a schism All beats have a certain rhythm Like echoes in an empty hall Believe me,...

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Maybe it's not what we think it is, why you're having all these problems. Yeah, you are on one. It's our age that gets in the way. It's fine. Fine as wine. Wine is better aged. Not that I would know because we ain't on wine. We're better aged. On one is just a number. Yeah, we're better this way. We're better aged....

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The Whisper of Wind In rustling leaves and howling gales, The wind speaks in a thousand tales. Each breeze, a dialect of air, Indexing seasons, here and there. The Song of Birds Sparrow's chirp and eagle's cry, Their voices painting the sky. Consciously creating their refrain, Identity in each sweet strain. The Murmur of Water From babbling brooks to the ocean's...

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There was no room for her honesty, words turned from a false narrative; Witnessing the start of this sham birthed a brand new breed of justice; Bustling bonfires burn so brightly; Stay and fight? Her prerogative; She stole back a stolen rhythm just to toss in shrewd resonance; Gospel sung from her diaphragm, uttered in such sweet defiance....

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Paradoxes Are stories with Responses of Disbelief..or a Certain immediate And quiet resonance Which cannot be Explained.. Nevertheless... ...

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The resonance of the old vampire’s voice holds the soul of the French Quarter; Thick as a rich pot of red beans and rice just waiting to be devoured; You can hear the succulent sound of jazz in each syllable he utters; A shadowed grin tasting of chicory, his true nature remains hidden; Vibrating at a different frequency every sound is...

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In the labyrinth of the human psyche, where thoughts roam free, A boundless expanse of consciousness, vast as the endless sea. Here, emotions swirl like tempests, fierce and wild, As we navigate the depths of the mind, like an intrepid child. Memories echo through the corridors of time, Whispers of love, echoes of crime. Each thought a universe, teeming with life, A...

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If Thou take not our hands, and feet, our bodies hosting ghostly minds, our organic inside communion lives flowing out emphatic communication love We cannot continue to fail, to fear, to feel tired, retired, weary, untreaded, worn, unpleasant, numb. When I try to sing this earnest prayer with only my heady voice from the neck up, following all correctly crowned notes, judiciously following lines of predicted pitch and regulated rhythm, this feels secularized, segregating, dissociated, dissonant, disembodied divisive desperately diminishing re-ligioning integrity's potential health...

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I've noticed our Republic's RightWing Tree of Life reacts to root-systemic problems as if oak strong branches lifted to majesty worshiping heights of supremacy need not be concerned with watering and feeding democratic roots of nutrition nurture empowerment. Such behavior feels less intelligent than a sacred Tree of MotherEarth More like a gang of Bully Putin Pulpits and capital addicted Trumpian Puppets with boundlessly hungry eyes and upset stomachs Trying to feed from entitled...

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Ego, not love, seeks vibrational match for love is simply an effervescence like yonder sun, lighting up each dark patch, being quintessence of our soul’s essence. Is not fickle love, that seeks a caress, being dependent upon an exchange; which if denied, soon begins to regress, succumbing to cravings, our soul finds strange? Love that is pure, is of the agape kind, non-judging,...

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