Short Resonances Poems
Short Resonances Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Resonances by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Resonances by length and keyword.
Guitar and vibraphone
sing with restrained joy.
Night gently arrives.
A few stars
pierce the murky
overhead blackness.
Small warm breezes.
Peace.
Nothing is everything
And there seems
An instant freedom
A seeming engagement
With all of life
And the written word..
Resonances lit by
Nothing is everything..
Something of a glow
Perhaps...
The Well
Dreams staying still
Null, brittle devoid
From Cosmo's mold
Diminishing to depths
Out of the well
Voices moving in harmony
Utter resonances swell
Instinct and fears
Stinging the senses
As rebuilding fences
(*********)
night falls
light glows
)**********(
dark peace
peaceful space
darkspace
~~~~
*0*
\<___>/
dark space
spacious peace
darkpeace
(*********)
night glows
light falls
)**********(
To wrap it up:
Journeys of
Beliefs
Doubts
Resonances
Cautions of danger
Arguments heated
Maps of two-ness
And such..
Then..perhaps:
Immediacy
Words aflame
Nothing
Everything
This already
Simplicity..
Story of a journey
Peace
And not at all...
Ohm sweet ohm. Home sweet home.
Through computer cascades I roam.
Introspective resonances fade.
As quickly and eloquently as the plans I made.
Infomercials resist and persist in my head.
Ohm's reverberate until i'm dead .
Sweet shifting breezes in my mind.
Ohm how I despise your rotten kind.
The Well (Revised)
Dreams staying still
Like a deer in a field
Null, brittle devoid
Out of cosmic void
From Cosmo's mold
Stars develop and evolve
Diminishing to depths
From the inner earth core
Out of the well
Voices moving in harmony
Singing praise from above
Living Total devoted love
Utter resonances swell
All from out the well
Instinct and fears
Caution and tears
Stinging the senses
As rebuilding fences
Listen to poem:
Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker
Having wept
And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber
Of mountains
Where I may see for myself
The residents of the clouds
And find that
It is a lonely place
Unaccustomed to the resonances
Of habitation as
It moves on
Without the vagabond
conquistadors
Claiming clouds
in the name of Christ
I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who
Know only what the hear on Earth