Short Tuning Poems
Short Tuning Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tuning by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tuning by length and keyword.
use a tuning fork
when facing a dilemma
for the two prong shape
provides two preset options
for keeping progress in tune
Our souls are God's instruments in need of tuning for to sing God's glory!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 November 2018
Blissful Life: The fine tuning of one's soul for God's sympony to perform!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 November 2020
To Whom Do I Listen?
By: Tom Wright
3/18/2019
Too often we hear
What our close friends are saying,
While tuning out God.
When soul and heart together
together they hit the harmony
life and love adjustments
love, life tune together...
Desires of fame and wealth beyond needs
And some want the end of the world to come
But he who demands the payout and dismisses the harbingers
Will not hear the tuning of the trumpet calls
Man is an instrument,
In need of tuning,
That
Is expected to perform God's
Spiritual symphony
On
Materiality's plane!.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 September 2021
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
CACOPHONY
noisy, disconnected
annoying, blaring, irritating
noise, discord; harmony, musicality
tuning, pleasing, relaxing
enjoyable, coherent
SYMPHONY
Tuning in the universe
Purpose and design
Questing, ever questioning
Matters of the mind
Information sequencing
Deep within the cell
Irreducibly complex
Creator has a tell
Fine tuning there is
When everyone is on the same page
There is wisdom and understanding
A time to be sage
Just open those books
Continue to feed your mind
Forge ahead and do great things
Keep everything in line
Communication is vital
Just make your words clear
Let your voice be heard
In order for darkness to disappear
Wisdom goes a long way
Everything works hand in hand
There is fine tuning
When everyone understands
For you I am an open book
Read me as you will
Nothing hidden, take a look
Until you get you fill
Around the block, experienced
In many different things
I'll show them to you one by one
I'll start by tuning strings
there is color
blue, sadistic tears
of heart
a fear to love
just jeers
a rhythm
tuning on the shocked rock of mind
non-cloudy matter
full of dark cloud
rain bursts into ire
-December 02, 2019 Chattogram
Who needs will?
Endorphine blitzers
Overdose blues and alcohol spritzers
Chemically engineered to enslave
Like the things we see
and who were taught to be
since birth weve been told to behave
Anarchy!Rebellion!Ego!Zeitgeist!
Form:
Sang, until my last note has yet to be hit
I thought of a different melody to live by
But the tuning was still off
Speaking of off; can you say off-pitched,
The wrong keys to life I have yet to learn,
How to play with experience
receive
we receive
the days
as snow
they occur
as blizzard
they accrue
in drifts
and all
of us all like
antennas sometime
all the time
when the signals
build
when the windsheer
shutters
rush
on tuning
rush
we drift
tuning ears tinnitus
trying lobes sharpened
senses end in brown soil
membranous settlement ru-
ptures total silence turbulent wi-
nd wandering eyes ,closed wi-
ndows of soul
sirigadi yusesa bhiloom
lakidi vers mirasoom
jooke ha bakroom
Form:
Yet each tuning fork
Will only reverberate
To like toned individuals
Round faces
Rejoice
In their own presence
Alone
Succumb to the duality
Embrace nothingness
As waves break
Oceans
Become grains of sand
John G. Lawless
12/29/2022
I think of poetry
sometimes as sacred,
at an altar
summoned by words
of God --
every expression a driven
reverberation,
myself a mere fork tuning
struck by hammers unfathomable
truth~ feeling more transcriber
such spiritual rings transcending Bard's --
she blocks out life's noise
by putting on her headphones
tuning out the world
that doesn't care about her
the people that don't accept her
the hearts that don't want her
the eyes that refuse to see her
getting lost
in the words that console her
and the music that speaks to her
petals opening
tuning fork humming of bees ~
a curtain raiser
Place: 3rd
I'm listening
As she was singing
A song so healing
Taking away all traumas
She's a healer and a redeemer.
Her voice
So lovely
A rare tune
Without auto tuning
She gives
Absolute melodies.
Rhythm like never
So rare
Very harmonizing
Giving me
Butterflies in my Stomach.
The stubborn frog was holding tight to the yellow zinnia
She had abnormally long petals, so she kept him dry in spurts.
However, her stalk was slippery. He kept sliding into the wet grass
Let go! His wife said. “It is dry down here, under the mushroom.”
But he had tuned her out for so many years, he could not hear her.
There is a hum to it
The core of the tuning fork
An innate tenacity of energy
Responding to the slightest touch
A vibrant desire waiting to be released
Shared, injected into, a waiting need
Seeking a partner of like frequency
Fulfilling the passion of energy’s lust
Freeing the un-imprisoned
From a self-imposed irony