Theatres Poems - Poems about Theatres

...Amidst the chuckles, basses a horror, A unique film, it roars louder, An original marvel, staple and peculiar. Its deep tremors, barely heed, I feel unease, for its untold magnitude, In it a......

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...Theatre Something happens I can't explain It feels enclosed quite like a train Within its wall you are truly set free To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing......

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...Sponsor : Tom Woody I CHOOSE TO DWELL IN THE CLOUDS I choose to dwell among clouds for a while where fleshlessness a state of bliss I soak not forever can I fathom a nothingness f......

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...Night trains' theatre Saturday to Sunday, after midnight going home, the restaurant closed Walk to the station, get on Bond Street, the train works, takes me home, Change at Baker Street from J......

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... Forever extinct seems the age of classical poetry, With all its cheers from caves, cottages, marble domes and temples, When now a country honors not classical bards: O Hugh MacDiarmid, Petrarc......

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...In the beginning there were three; An undisputed trinity of reasons showing audiences why; More enthralled with each scene were they, a legacy this crowd helped build; Culture shifted forever ......

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...Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost About hordes of aristocrats and wealt......

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...Started his career as a playback musician He took no much time to reach the lead position Renowned as a singer, dancer, and songwriter Overwhelmed with heavy loads of musical flair Stunningly, ......

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...Light shining through stained glass windows Rainbows tearing light from worldly shadows From the windows of aeons With Valentinus and Seth as icons Banners of the sayings of Christ From the ......

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...Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, That's how the song goes. I am proud of this city, And it has been sung about in many a ditty. Each day I get on bus 341, And my journey through history ha......

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...If the computers never exist There would be chit chat on the telephones and I-Pads When family comes over chit chat is heard Lots of lots of face to face chatting We would be reading more ......

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...Sitting in her wheelchair Reading a book She was thin and pale And occasionally, she'd look Into space With whimsical smile On her once beautiful face. Her name was Olympia. Olympia used t......

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...this place... Weymouth - a small tranquil village!  How far is my Stratford from here?  my Stratford-on-Avon!  The Shangri-la of a dramatist's imagination! Assuming, I had a very very long slum......

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...I live in a city that never sleeps! Notice people moving here and there… Engaged in their routine activities… Minding not their surroundings! Those who love burning the midnight oil… Found busy ......

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...Violent offenders released without bail a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights Movies at ......

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