Strings Poems - Poems about Strings

A flutter stirs in my chest, Awaking it from its inattentive rest. As a tiny butterfly wing unfurled, To unleash a quake in nether world. Such chaos reeks as tremor grows, It billows and flaps as tempest bestows, An effect far beyond what reason deserves, From a flip of wing, hors d'oeuvres. A simple glance, a glint from eye, Triggers my heart to offbeat...

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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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That which is ill-begot will love you not, but pull the strings of a heavy heart....

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damper sound without a box fuse less high key string fret and the low beckoning saint the same slide you grew out from drink news and through lava liqour drips off damper stage and dampening cat cry you got news and sew my drums lose i know its been done speak frothing failure against...

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strings of attachment sew themselves - weaving the threat of romance into a blanket that offers no comfort statements of detachment form mantra - reconcile the strings to the scissors without making a cut carve instead into the flesh whatever you have to let blood warm what the blanket cannot remind yourself - unfettered and ephemeral is the nature of pleasure...

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I’m supposed to be pretty sweet~ however, I must have broken a few strings...

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In a world of shadows, where pale lights dance on the strings of time, Thoughts weave branches of ancient trees, an old song of dreaming, Creativity is born like a timid flame on the edge of the unseen abyss, Seeking to surpass the boundaries of the given world, to step beyond the horizon. Break the chains that hold souls...

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Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun The unerasable convivial one Appreciative for what you rendered. That is how you are remembered. The fits of laughter that you gave once As we beamed through your simple jest ,     The epicure side of you reminds us of you best. When we relish anything you liked once, Only the moments that can be clinged to, Collection of...

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Millions of tiny lights, Sparking intentions. Exposing dimensions, Inside my mind. Leading me to find, It's complex design. Millions of pathways, Patterns and programming, Stay Running alone. Hidden beneath Linear Time, A guideline that wasn't mine. Like a puppet on strings, I keep going for things. Reaching out for something, I know i Don't need. Grabbing for a piece, Holding onto nothing. Running, Toward distractions, My Unconscious reaction. Why does this happen, It's Time to take...

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A marionette of the void Aware of the needle like strings, Stranding on the edge of light Yet covered by the veil of hollowness A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss...

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I am an air sign; two of my daughters are too. We are mercurial, windswept, free floating, flexible Easy to get along with, none of us resolute about anything Pliable, good listeners, willing to hear other sides. My oldest daughter is a water sign; she has absolute ideas. She was a Captain in the Air Force, she wants things her...

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Of Strings and Wind As the embers fades There emerges a throbbing pain The then jostling crowd Befuddled with many words Now swallowed in shallow graves Ebbing expectation Of men of words Amused by the enticing wind Dismay at the broken strings Dispensing scattered rhythm ...

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"This poem explores the profound love relationship between a man and a woman, where they share energies and connect on a deep level. The poet, Shina Okram, seeks to illuminate the mystical bond between the two sexes, suggesting that their union holds the power to govern the universe. Furthermore, she envisions a future where the...

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Soft and mellow shadows dance across the ceiling. The feeling of the midnight whispers of love. A smooth rhythm of our hearts creates a marvelous feeling. A wonderful mist of magnificent magic from above. The melody of our heartbeat is that of violins. Bittersweet sounds rise from the mundane. Elevating in consciousness with souls entwined from within. We refrain from the velvet...

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A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker Had christened his yappy pup Harker Neighbours caused a riot Cos it’s never was quiet With hindsight it's name should be Barker ...

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