String Poems - Poems about String

You could say we never met But I let you into my world Muse come down from on high In person personified, Forever intertwined Moving in different directions Still you will remain A part of my poem Gentle and kind, Forever intertwined You were good to me Always so sweet I was horrible We didn't meet I think you're dear, Forever intertwined I give you my word Unoriginal and old A...

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tuckered and tucked in with him ebb and flow of pillow head personalities have dreams we walk on the sea we see no sun, with eyes shut lily pads and no frog legs and the sky’s a blinding blue our feet toss and turn pebbles rise into the clouds a curious sight, indeed even in the darkest night distressing whale song whistle salts breeze into face we...

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We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting (Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states...

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my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone my heart is like a rainstorm the pitter-patter of my soul filled of love soliloquies unsung filled of promises broken and repeated and rerun and broken again and again my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched...

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Banjo if you want to bruise your ego try to learn the 5-string banjo I’m trying to learn Scruggs style and it definitely is a real trial three fingered right-handed rolls is a complete shock to my soul getting the timing down so, I don’t sound like a clown somewhere old Earl is having a laugh at every time I make a gaffe if ever I...

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I have a guitar string heart You plucked the Strings and healed the Scars I have a guitar string heart You’re the one who came and healed my Scars I was used to being abandoned at The corner of a wall When you came Along and- Plucked my strings and closed The wounds Never would I have Imagined you My heart was broken...

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Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary, "What do you think about string theory?" She said, "I don't believe in such a thing, because it doesn't cover everything, and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."...

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New year Big cheer. Low gear Snows here. Wind blew Leaves flew. Team scored Crowd roared. Sun tan Bronzed man. Warm sun Beach fun. Beach walk Gulls squawk. Bright bling Gold ring. Place bet Roulette. Bells ring Wedding. Trains late Irate. Won race. First place. Birds fly Sky high. Flat tire My ire. Written on 20th January 2025 ...

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The dog on a string with a homeless man attached Two lonely souls where the world had detached Sleeping on the street with no fixed abode Sat on a blanket next to a busy road The dog eyes of brown that sadness knows well Where they came from no one can tell Both came together when each was in need Helping...

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DREAMS DEFERRED dandelion dreams dancing doting dogwood tree deforestation THE QUIET ONES dark heart’s art tar scars black blood beating beckoning sociopath scream BUTTERFLY BRUNCH black blue butterfly breathless beauty blessed beware bird beak bite bloody...

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a morsel of this a crumb of that a string, a stick, a stone a robin scours around the nearby ground ~ ...

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It's roots are a foothold To a mainstay stem That shoots arms so strong To hold person and string Rope and note in his bag Dire fully, he scrutinizes it Till he locates a stronger hand Fit to send him to dead-land Throngs are amassed, astounded Officers seek for testaments His loved ones are richly wailing Now he's like a drooping ceiling...

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Poem on a string hangs there delicately ~ before taking wing ...

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i’ve more faith that a god believes in me ~ rather than i in some god said a puppet to his master ~ my appendix looks fine yours is flawed By David Kavanagh...

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Fox is on the violin There is a viola for the hare We clap a little rhythm That is beyond compare The meadow is alive With the sounds the animals bring I love the string instruments They make me dance and sing...

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