Thrum Poems - Poems about Thrum

...I didn’t plant that garden tree But thinking, I just let it be I knew I should have cut it out But felt within to let it sprout And so, as seasons came and went I pruned this tree, its bole I ......

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... I’m the steady thrum beneath your sole a silent root reaching deep where darkness thrives I’m the mountain’s stoic gaze unmoving facing storms I’m the soil’s deep hum rece......

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... The sun, a molten coin sinking fast, stretches shadows into distorted giants that mimic my own fleeting form pounding the pavement. Running Hour. Not quite day, not yet night. A liminal......

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... You’re only as good as your last. —my spine, mid-fold I enter a contest like I enter most rooms: looking for sound no one’s made yet. I don’t chase strange— not all weird is create......

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... 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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