Rhythms Poems - Poems about Rhythms

On rhythmic winds, they journey traveling light – like wonder a gentle reflection so worthy still colors in indigo and silver, melted hues of vibrant burgundy and yellow… on crisp, clear mornings when the heart feels so amazed by the dewdrop promises the lilacs and the graceful sway of emerald pines, bursting maples and oaks all the songs, flowing in from the wrens, robins and hopeful chirps,...

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Who am I? I'm that star in the sky that remains when all the other stars have run away I'm the last raindrop that dances on the rooftop at the end of a stormy day I'm that leaf that clings to the tree when the other leaves have accepted their fate I'm the last second of that minute of that hour that urges the...

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Written: January 08, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y 1. Newton's Laws of Motion: Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. 4. Quantum Superposition: A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured. ...

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Have you ever pretended a guy was interesting? Have you slow danced and let him sniff you up close? I gives you somewhere to go, if you decide to. Or given a little kiss—nothing slutty in that. You know, a 'person' isn’t a good kisser - it takes two. I’m not talking about me, of course. There’s a two-way interrogation going...

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RHYTHMS NEW AND OLD There are many rhythms I’ve been told Hearts beating time, either fast or slow If connected, it can be like a symphony And feeling mine with yours pleases me There is at least one thing that I know All rhythms are welcome, new and old ...

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As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words, Her mind is trying to sync with the rhythm of her soul, yet unknown. With tunes unsung and plays rewritten, She finds herself swindling between different worlds in an array. With lullabies sung and voices embracing in unison, Her soul still yearns for a place to retire. As much as she enjoys...

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“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg. Glowing like the roused firefly glows, Stirring souls, poetry just knows, Love, fire, boldest winds of desire, Rains blessing, song without a choir. Words pouring out soft, gentle prose, Glowing like the roused firefly glows, Glistening dreams, love to extremes, Beckoning from silence that screams. Dance of dances, fluid verses, Poetry that...

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Gentle moments, Heartfelt dreams, promises, The windswept feelings, Elations, quivering like a candle, Reflecting all the wonders, The stillness in a breath, Awakening the moments, Starving for the kiss, Laughing like the moments Are gestures of grace…. Glimpses of light, Falling over the spirit, Healing, lessons, Brilliant flames in crimson, Needless to say, She is like the brave risktaker, Music pouring from her heart, Whispering light, Lingering on the soul, Who...

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In the darkest recesses of my mind a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared Every step a battle, every task a test concentration's flame flickers, threatened by the relentless onslaught of seizures' might a never-ending siege, exhausting the light I strain to articulate the anguish I bear but words falter, inadequate to convey the weight of...

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The rhythms of the night Sounds of a dark symphony A mysterious cacophony Sends chill up and down the spine Shadows chase the light of a full moon Across meadow and forest green No stranger to nocturnal life Where life plays it’s game of opportune The voices of the night Many and strange they may be As the majestic screech owl in flight And the...

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Wandering barefoot, whispering sweet sentiments of haunting pleasures. A touch that never phased me - a kiss from her heaven lips. Tangerine horizons, appeared like flames in brown eyes. Lovebirds gazed in awe, as her lust soaked my passion. Night rhythms sang to the stars. We lay until dawn, adrift in love's melodies, under moonlight's shroud. First blink to our morning skies was wrapped in her angel wings. A Tanka...

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Praying gentle over feelings, inspiring Ephemeral thoughts portray sweet purity, Wistful mists rain down like dewdrops perspiring, Trembling truths reveal grace in maturity. Ephemeral thoughts portray sweet purity, Glowing like stardust, wonders in silent skies, Trembling truths reveal grace in maturity, Faith weighed by One who exposes each disguise. Glowing like stardust, wonders in silent skies, Songs in smiles, seeking to interpret His light, Faith...

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When her love, and dress, Is in slow motion, Your love races, To kiss the moon, With a hymn, So it may kiss, And caress, Her soul, When her Beauty, Is a beam of light, And glides like wings, Your love slows down, To sigh with the moon, With a song, So she may hum, And sigh, Sensuously, Within her sensual being, When the rhythms, Of her, love and Beauty, Is still, As a seashell, Upon the shore, Your...

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O how had I always fallen back; With days full of retrogressions, alack! I was degenerate; Surely a youth of no notable rate. My existence was like an ungodly song With defiled rhythms was it sung Wherewith I dreamed no dream And saw no, not a gleam For there was no light in me to reflect; So my star could take...

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Wind, look how wild it blows across the waves; Ancient melody; A song of catharsis, whitecaps wash the pain away; The innate noise bestowed on you it cancels out the internal drum; Ocean breezy circadian rhythms....

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