Symphony Poems - Poems about Symphony

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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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Heartbeats unite to move a symphony Each but strands in the other's tapestry...

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March strides in, bold and bright, A bridge between the chill and light. Its winds may howl, its skies may cry, Yet whispers of spring begin to sigh. The **Spring Equinox** takes the stage, Day and night meet, page by page. A balance struck, a turning key, To warmer days and blossoms free. On the 8th, we raise our voice, **International Women's Day**, a...

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Man is not a solitary note; he is a symphony of deep contradictions, A song of sins and sorrows, composed of desires and broken dreams, I've seen hands that caressed loved faces, clenching into foreign fists, Lips that spoke sweet words, twisting into cruel smiles, venom flowing. We kiss with mouths that have cursed, embrace with arms that have...

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I soar, looking down at a daffodil hill hovering, then I fly on the wind within a forest cathedral dome and to meadows of lovely wildflowers then, to a high cliff where I depart . . . floating in my reverie the music capturing my soul and I am in a sublime trance spinning, twirling whirling . . . to Mozart...

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In a forest dim with paths untold, "The Road Not Taken" did unfold. Robert Frost, with gentle prose, Asked which path a traveler chose. William Henley's "Invictus" pride, In darkness, strength will never hide. "Unconquerable," his soul's refrain, Through trials, resilience does sustain. Max Ehrmann's "Desiderata" gleams, With timeless wisdom, guiding dreams. In silence, peace we often find, In storms, seek calm within the mind. José Rizal's...

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Like two flowers dancing in symphony with the wind that cradles their feelings they move about untouched. Unaffected by the wisdom, deceit and judgement of a world that is so opinionated. ...

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King Canute would play his flute, And dance upon his nose; And all the while a symphony He’d languidly compose. ...

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The sky is a brilliant blue, A sea of shimmering sapphire, The clouds are white and fluffy, And the sun is shining bright. Birds are flying, singing their sweet song, And the grass is bright green, Butterflies flitting about, In the warm spring breeze. Trees are rustling, the leaves swaying and dancing, As if they're alive and joyful, The wind gently blowing, In the pleasant midday...

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