Ringing Poems - Poems about Ringing

I hear a sound, drum in my ear. Of crystal droplets, from streaming tears. A distant murmur, or a hissing sound. A weeping mourner, a heavy pound. A sudden splash, or a humming ring, when metals clash, or glasses clink. But the sound of words, when they appear. Will bring some joy, to a tinnitus ear. ...

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The bells are ringing, hear the joyous sound For these are the days for new paths to be found For change and breakthrough Ring echoes of fresh start in every heart Miracles are abounding, all around Where even the smallest of action, gets crowned Favor follows every where we go Victories, like a river, follow and flow His favor, a shield of...

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Making bells ring and sing Within the beating soul Within the ringing heart Of the community Playing my hidden part Making bells ring and sing Handstroke and soon backstroke Feeling the church’s weight Feeling the weight of bells In a cycle of fate Making bells ring and sing Playing Plain Hunt Triples Casting away thunder Double Canterbury Filled with holy wonder Making bells ring and sing This heart is slowing down...

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Bells ringing off and on ...

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Ding - Dong School - time Door - Chime Fog - warning Dinner - calling Type - writer Fire - fighter Bike - ride Danger - hide! Ding - Dong ...

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It started in three thousand BC When for survival, warning sounds were key These utility communications Building sender-receiver relations Secular signs, religious ritual The use of bells became habitual Calling to worship or tolling the hours Announcing events all from bell towers Locating bells for pet rabbits and cats For goats in the hills and cows on the flats Such animals of all manner and...

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I heard a ringing, it must be my phone. So, off I ran, I was home alone. I looked high, I looked low. I even looked in the Freezer below. I looked upstairs and down again. I looked in the oven, then the trash bin. I looked so much until it stopped ringing. I felt so glad that I started singing. Then I...

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Do you know how loudly I want to proclaim with my own small voice that I am not yours...

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Freedom Holds The Key ( Dedicated To Americans (All Who Still Believe) Freedom is a precious gift Given from above Cherish it with all your heart And always share your love We are still Americans Oh let our voice be heard Let us stand up and speak the truth That it is written in every word Many have died to keep us free...

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Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion; the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in speculation; when the sounds of waves from far nimbly touched ears to distraught me, all of a sudden in collision; In that transcendental moment, astounded to find the...

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Those church bells Keep ringing in my soul, in my soul; The angels keep singing in the choir Louder and louder Praising ever so higher and higher, higher And I O’ I don’t Oh! I won’t apologize For them those church bells ringing in mine ears Those church bells Keep ringing in my soul, in my soul; The angels keep singing in the choir Louder and...

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A song so good and real: its creator, his sins, forgiven, w/ each chord that's struck, note wrung....

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“Springtime” The dark days of winter have passed The snow gone at last. The cold, a memory forborne. As the Earth awakens Will the meadows turn green? Will the bluebirds sing? Will the mission bells ring? Will the cherry trees bloom? Will mankind repent, Make way for new dreams? Will she return to me? How I long to...

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Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing? all night long, carolers singing. A magical night, your eyes shut tight waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land! Penciled out, is the last day, so today, it’s the right day. And sleep seeds dreams, with sugarplum themes, waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land! In the morning we can open presents, sharing smiles as they get passed around. I'll...

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I’ve seen the bell It’s ringing Acrid stench of chemo hell D * O * N * E * ! * The knell of my mom tears S * T * I * N * G * ing! Baldheaded friend best have better return ‘cause my mom likewise rang that bell extra hard she rang it in victory then the worst day E * V * E * R we live over and over and over again 8/30/2021 For me, it’s the...

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