Strings Poems - Poems about Strings

I am as fragile as butterfly wings but it is time to cut tethering strings, open the cage door to set myself free, for if I should choose to stay, what will become of me? ...

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I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems. Sometimes I get caught in my own knots— I cut myself loose of those naughty strings. I...

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The humid air, Subic Bay's soft sigh, Seventies' sun beneath a turquoise sky. Within those walls where laughter used to ring, My young heart found where melodies could spring. The polished backs of bandurrias gleamed, A constellation where our fingers dreamed. Octavina's deeper voice, a steady friend, While laud's bright notes would gracefully ascend. Remember Mang Tino with patient, knowing hand, Guiding our chords...

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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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