Sound(A) Poems - Poems about Sound(A)

... A pocket-sized companion, light and small, The transistor radio, answering freedom's call. A plastic casing, sometimes bright and bold, A world of sound, a story to unfold. A little dial......

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... WHEELCHAIR BOUND Dots appeared and disappeared a single sunray flashed onto wheelspokes, canvas seat comfortably frayed bought secondhand her unexercis......

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...Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water, enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests to receive the Holy Light, and the hymn of the R......

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... From Hanover's heart, a thunder rolled, A scorpion's sting, a story told. Through decades vast, their music soared, A legacy in rock forever stored. Rudolf Schenker, the steady hand, Whose......

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... A pixelated egg held in my hand, A digital life I had command. Three buttons small, a tiny screen, A world within so bright and keen. The beeping sound, a constant call, Demanding care les......

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... The air hangs heavy, still, a silent shroud, Before a tremor cuts through the waiting crowd. A distant crack, a sharp and sudden tear, And then the rumble drawing ever near. The speed of so......

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... The neon hum, a gentle gleam, Reflecting chrome, a waking dream. A dusty box, a treasure chest, Where vinyl spun and found its rest. Ten cents clinked, a hopeful plea, To summon forth a me......

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...in the soft whispers of our shared parlance sometimes you struggle to pronounce but with every glance, your mannerisms speak a silent language, tender and meek the way your eyes light u......

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... As the music plays, a silken, flowing thread, It weaves through moments, softly overhead. A tapestry of sound, a vibrant, shifting hue, Painting the air with feelings, fresh and new. A gent......

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...In the dead of night, a chilling scream.. A nightmare born from a twisted dream. A vision dark, a tale of fear.. The Number of the Beast is drawing near. Iron Maiden, the legends ride.. With E......

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...Mangoes, golden and full, their scent~ a whispered promise of mischief. My mother’s eyes, wide as warning bells. "Where did you get these?" Her voice, a blade slicing the air. Silence, a hel......

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...Packing, picking up, and heading out... It's time to see what it's all about. Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown___ Now, this may sound a bit foolish... But perhaps it's......

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... The Poem in My Mind It is all in my mind you might say; Yes .. everything I know and I know everything. It's those poems in my head that can never be expressed in words music or in dee......

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...It may sound a bit like corn as I wake up this early morn: some things went bad since I was born, and, while that may be true, each day's an opportunity to change the thoughts I think, and th......

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...Was that a creaking limb? I look up at a large oak soldier Noticing an enormous squirrel nest for the first time It is two feet wide, about fifty feet up on a large branch A raven pushes off anot......

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