Short Harmonics Poems
Short Harmonics Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Harmonics by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Harmonics by length and keyword.
''Nature can be exceptionally soothing, on the off chance, that we simply stop and listen in --to the harmonics of the earth.''
Sea in cool of evening;
course-wind and surf stirs me.
Stars open the heavens;
invited to high tea
with the Lord’s harmonics.
No better place to be.
"Hey just give me a minute to level my locks"
She told her husband who was playing a groan box
He stopped his harmonics
And changed his tectonics
Used histrionics "you are running out of clocks"
Wind Chiming
such playful sounds of chance
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forever melodic minstrels of time
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bringing us to portals of altered states
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soothing masseurs of mind
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harmonics of higher vibrational resonance
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hypnotic travelers of trance
Aug.19.2018
Wind Chimes
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 5'th
Celestial harmonics,
echo across the ether's
and play into my mind-ears.
The voices of Heaven’s choir;
angel’s breathing 4/4 time
to the harmonics of the water and plants;;
The hum, composed of lilting energies.
Echoes on the waves of eternity,
are heard by a mortal few.
The veil is truly thinning,
for those who watch and listen.
Burning, yearning for the song,
sound is lifting, shifting down.
All harmonics; poison strong,
I, who wear a siren's crown.
Hesitant; strained cantata,
trapped in fragile stone.
My blood; etched stigmata,
sings for His, alone...
Distant dogs bark
Rain clouds
in the internal weather
of the yet unknown
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Did we, like satellite moons,
on the outer orbital rims
of a blind universe
just collide?
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She brushes my long hair,
the hair is a ghost
long fallen.
A barbershop chorus
modulates its harmonics.
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A deaf television blares
out of his coffin.
He has changed channels;
gone are ears of the watchers.
Life is a song,
Life is a ballad,
Each day write the lines,
Time scripts each verse.
Life is a symphony,
Dawn sets the tune,
Twilight permutes the harmonics,
Tomorrow determines the pitch.
Hope changes life’s song,
Faith modifies its rhythm,
Redemption becomes its theme,
Newness becomes its message.
As we come close to life’s final door,
Its music gradually fades,
It comes to an abrupt stop,
As the door closes.
January 7, 2023.
She is Astra, an inner star,
a nocturn upon the lips of silence.
There is a solitude that is worshipful.
Sing to her
in the breath's vibration,
sing a tuneful silence.
She is seen,
not through any sunlight or moonshine -
light and darkness are hers alone.
She is interstellar,
her music
fills our eyes with what she sees.
Resonate then
with her measureless silence
the spheres of being will align
and the harmonics
of her bliss
will be yours.?
Drugged on the recollection of despair
Glimmer in the distance,
Brighter landscapes that fill the air.
This air is restoring everything.
Wonderful journeys await this sin,
Condensed smiles are lingering.
I'm ready to go out and soak it in.
Intoxicated on mournful memories
Faint glows encompass,
A ghoul is beheld in these reveries.
Have you got a heart of narcotics?
I don't believe a word you’ve told.
You claim you are of beautiful harmonics,
With my soul in your choke hold.