Symphony Poems - Poems about Symphony

All my life I have been music, a silent symphony floating through time, not the kind of melody that encourages dancing under the starlight, but the kind of music that fills your soul when you're alone and tears fall, without knowing why, like an unseen spring carving its path through rocks. Few have listened, and even fewer stayed to...

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In a world of noise where the distractions reign, Amidst the proliferation of mobile phones, You find your haven, a refuge from the din, In the depths of quiet, where your spirit roams. While parties surge like waves upon the shore, And social media dances, a fickle flame, Your...

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Write a song for me and let my soul sing Write a song for me and join in the rhythm Play the harp and the flute and take me back Take me back to the days of my youth When life was green and I used to hang out by the stream And roam the hills and mountain And at...

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Once in a while, when the stars align in a silent symphony, you meet someone whose electricity mirrors your soul like a calm sea, and usually, it's a stranger who passes through your life like a comet through the night. It was about three or four years ago when my steps were drawing shadows on Socola Boulevard, and in...

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Spring Morning Hiku 16 ...

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Spring is a symphony played on petals, the earth hums, and my heart dances in tune....

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The symphony of our hearts vibrates like an eternal whisper in the silence of the night, in a continuous flicker, like my phone that rings incessantly from your call, and we talk for hours, letting letters, words, love poems flow from us, we have conversations like two lovers, dreaming of a future together, a "happily ever after" woven from...

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In a garden where the colors bloom, Whispers of dreams erase the gloom, Each petal sings a soft refrain, A symphony of joy in gentle rain. In the hush of night, the stars ignite, A tapestry woven in twinkling light, With every heartbeat, the universe sings, A lullaby wrapped in the love it brings. A canvas bright, a world unseen, Colors...

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In quantum whispers, atoms dance and gleam, While constellations weave their cosmic dream. Each particle spins tales of time untold, As nebulas birth secrets manifold. Manifold equations paint the sky, Untold dimensions where our futures lie. Dream fractals bloom in dark matter's space, Gleam echoes fade in gravity's...

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Written: April 14, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ****************** The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, and the fragile coexistence of human and natural worlds. a loaf of discounted bread ...

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There is a secret symphony in the whispers of the wind that caresses the earth, a profound mystery hidden in the dance of trees bowing their leaves, the ocean does not ask the moon why it pulls it with unseen force, but we, made of stardust and dreams, seek answers in the shadows of time. We ask the sky...

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At the height of happiness, I spoke of unheard music, a secret symphony, and so what? if only I could live in continuous ecstasy, shaping the body of the poem, with my very being, saving each phrase with the days and weeks of my life, imbuing the poetry with my breath, feeding the letters of every word, pure...

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Celestial whispers paint the fabric of the dark expanse, stars the glitter on Christmas baubles merry and festive; the glitter that spreads far, dusting every corner yet is minded by no-one. In the moon's basking glow each speck pulses brilliantly. In the cosmic ballad they hum their timeless glory. In their observant rays a stargazer beholds their own story. Among the constellations, a painting unfolds a battle...

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Yet, I do know a little of the law: For all its forms but fortify from flaw. To that which renders beauty must it serve, Nor from this purpose, may it ever swerve. From solemn silence, symphonies upswell, And half the year I’ll dwell in Asphodel. For I have found that - there are autumns, too, And ice of winter doth the...

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