Short Musics Poems
Short Musics Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Musics by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Musics by length and keyword.
jazz cannibals
reign over new orleans
good weather or bad
smooth blues trios play
for those who savor flavor
and eat musics meat
stan sand
God 's angels
come in singing some
wonderful chorus for him.
Adorable instrumental musics
strengthen in the journey to become
one of the commander - in - chief powers.
Every new day brings with it the sun and a new song.
Warm rays shine upon my skin.
Musics sweet melody fills my ears.
Whispering, "Its time to move on."
Thanks to you, this is exactly what I intend to do.
Form:
the bell tolls
after the musics
died down
screaming at first
then echoes
now trapped
in the hosts skull
as he waves his guests away and
retires to the lobby
turns on the radio
dial twisted
all the way up
to drown the
bell's
stuck
in
his
head.
Days spent
limping down
piano keys
and knocking
on cellos
covering my body
with the sheet musics
he left
convinsing myself
a tune is ment
for me
somewhere
played lonely and soft
like Gymnopedie No 1
embracing
a leftover summer night.
© Gry W Christensen
Breeze of cold.
A song titled hope.
Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.
Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.
The itch of a pain.
A warm wind.
The soul lifting song.
Whiff of ceder smoke.
My soul soothed by patchouli.
A healing touch.
Collabotation with Jim Musics
It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.
But even when I’m alone
And feeling fine with it
I welcome many minutes
Thinking of your touch
And gentle loving words
And I don’t feel alone.
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
soup
ponds
all round
ripple waves
echoing sounds
of thoughts cast
as pebbles thrown
some where when
why may have mattered
or not but reflections sewn
mirror as passing times
sweet tastes or sounds of
musics tones sometimes tooned
to ear-roar reminders of the non sense
that is the tv consumers ache and pain actuality
stans sand
your face continues to resurface within my dreams
the pain is just enough to make me scream
there is always some hint i have to find
it all spins around inside my mind
i turn and listen to the musics beautiful sound
sometimes i just want to follow you around
when i look at you im not sure what i see
i hope that when you look you happen to see me
Where these clouds are going,
Stop them, let them stay here..
I want to enjoy still..
Those lightening thunders and visual strikes with a roar of rain..
Fragrance of rainy roads and wet clothes with rain coat..
Those musics in rain and those songs while walking in rain..
Where these clouds are going..
Stop them, let them stay here..
I want to enjoy still..
I want to enjoy still..
If we could only hold hands of each other
And lean into each other, feeling the warmth of movement
Without asking for fame
Free of self doubt and care
Career
Just our bodies and minds
Money
For nothing, fruit for free
Just hold our hands
And lean each other’s warm bodies
And run naked through open fields,
And fall on a warm bed of thick sensual moss.
Collaboration with Jim Musics
And in the fog of stillness, where we see and hear so little:
«Do you realize how we are all chasing something in here?
The race can wear us down, yet arouse us.»
Bees and their somnambulism,
With their burden of pollen
Chasing flowers
Who love their sweetness to be taken
Over and over
Both become more and more sated
As long as
The sun allows
So many times,
It may sometimes be nearly enough.
Collaboration with Jim Musics
My wings of eye,disturb my I
as tears form to fill the sky
eventually fall on such unrest
while manys effort try their best
Calamity's enmity
difficult for most foresee
wounded sparrows fractured wing
altered flight in awkward lisping
Where songs are sung now off key
tuning forks remind the BE
from deep within' the musics felt
to blend and melt,in time it shalt
Harmonize to recognize
inner peace our inner prize
coordinate how relate
love will vanquish growing hate....