Thrum Poems - Poems about Thrum

... The clean slate gleams, almost blinding. A stark white canvas where vibrant hues once clashed, or perhaps faded into a tired monochrome. No comforting smudges of the past remain, no familiar ......

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...love and hate and the human brain, does it come from the same place, as compassion and kindness and empathy? Does every thrum of yearning heart conceal beneath its warmth a latent ache, a shad......

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...By noon, the halls throb with static, a low thrum like teeth grinding in sleep. The school, half-submerged in memory, holds its breath. Beneath a cracked skylight, a locker peels open by itself, slow......

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... The arcade hum, a low electric thrum, A symphony of quarters one by one. And there you were, a bright, insistent yellow, A simple circle chasing what would follow. That iconic waka-waka ......

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...I trace bitter trials of another Helios spark~ as a collapsed marionette, barely seeing colors of clarity, between onyx-glazed flames, tangled in the hollow temple carved in mediev......

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... tell me: what is that hollow where sound was - an occupied space within no... just work around it - it's fiction find a mantra: I know not of where ideas bounce from I......

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...In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flames, texts sen......

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... Lookie Here – a breath – soft – Among the blades – of Grass – A sudden gleam – a Blossom – pure – In Morning’s gentle Grasp – Lookie Here – the Meadows – broad – Where Wild things – fi......

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...Disconnected In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flam......

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...I stand barefoot on the cold moss, the forest breathing around me, each leaf a whisper, each tree a silent witness to my thoughts. The earth beneath me is alive, its pulse steady, unhurried, a ......

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... Look, Springtime has come! Oh! Hear the bees hum And the cool breeze thrum! The birds are singing, Back to life bringing colourful flowers, blooming with powers, How Spring empowers......

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... I held my breath — as Darkness crept — A fragile Thread — of Light — In Shadows deep — where Whispers dwell — I clasped — with all my Might — The Moments danced — yet still I stay — In......

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...Whoosh. Whoosh. A fire beneath steel, The engines burn, the heavens kneel. Thrum. The pulse of courage, the beating heart, Each mission a daring work of art. Seven names on C......

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...Tick-tick. The countdown starts, Dreams ignite in hopeful hearts. Eyes so wide, they cannot stray, The Florida sky calls them to stay. Whoosh. Whoosh. A rocket’s flame, A silve......

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...In the realm where numbers whisper to the soul, Beneath the moon's mystical and silver glow, Epic Valentine day, where love and destiny unfold. With 444, a guardian spirit’s gentle call, Throug......

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