Tune Poems - Poems about Tune

The earth requires it there. The poets do not like the lyrics. As the tsunami approaches the lands The poem integrates without a solution. As the summit talks upheld information Global warming, tariff continues debating: China not backing down, and we, the poets Surprisingly asking what’s next? A poem like this doesn’t comprehend That earth requires it there, Make it make sense, this Tariff war...

Continue reading...

It's funny. The mind goes there and back, Switching between lyre to inspire - And the sober thoughts of black. If all I love is theory, And if all I know is fiction, Then why do eyes get teary, To the tune of my prediction? I could dream a thousand times, And play the songs that flow. If nothing else at least it rhymes, With...

Continue reading...

• Hum a little tune • As you wait for the bus • When it sings something wretched • Don't stir up a fuss ...

Continue reading...

Six enlightened tunes Eight melodies of virtues To become acclaimed In the ten skies of the Church This is the eternal bell This poem is about a 1,200 year old Manichaean bell (and its inscription) found in Ordu-Baliq (Capital of the Uyghur Khaganate). ...

Continue reading...

Still as the wind who sings breathless praises to the tune of a softly glowing moon, stars whispering to the night, twinkling graceful abiding in the music, a soothing rhythm erasing the anxieties, the doubts, the fears wiping away the darkness, the gentle tears with a beautiful melancholy, a promise that appears when twilight fades to darkness and the trees sigh, praising...

Continue reading...

Shadow dancing, her heart stirs in the still memories flood her mind embraced by the journey celebrations of love and life, softly playing in soundless cries still as the effervescence sparkling on the seas, rushing to meet the beach in noisy dreams, echoing through her breathless heartbeats… shadow dancing, the sands erase the dreams as silence feeds the memories quenching the thirst of yesterday’s peace flowing through the spirit chasing...

Continue reading...

"before my eyes dropped their shades for the night I heard the nightingale singing" ...

Continue reading...

To the man with a skillful hand and a loyal brush, take my words and bring them to life for me. Paint me a grand piano, with tiles so clean they form a beautiful smile, gracefully greeting the skillful hands that have come to play. You will give it stable legs, thick and made of steel,...

Continue reading...

Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom. That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume. Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together; And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure. Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores. Ava collected eggs...

Continue reading...

The start is marked by a gravy weapon, Puppy barks answer the trumpets' call. The muzzle is loose, whispers are free, The light shines through the metal canvas wall. Gold insulation, thin as wool, The warmth is hard to find. The ember processor cools, And the processor servant leaves the silicone. A penthouse phallus on the street of rape The laptop is for the...

Continue reading...

The jury said the defendant was guilty So the judge ruled 30 days in the klinky If you visit the slammer He'll be in his pyjammers Playing a wee tune on his dinghy ...

Continue reading...

Ah fabulous time we share together great conversation Incredible weather ah tremendous crowd we've assembled here Step right up it's ah night for romancing everyone has a date no second glancing It s to complicated to keep a clear image in mind I stress over the details and feel like giving in It started the piece with a swingy-cool climat in mind then it made it difficult to groove and talk it is...

Continue reading...

People don’t see, the pain that I’m in and nobody’s asking why & if they did, they wouldn’t care as life just passes me by Pins & needles & the aches & pains sneaky and sly they be all the stiffness & exhaustion too is not what people see Whoa, oh oh this pain of mine whoa, oh oh this fibro rhyme Now & then...

Continue reading...

If I were a kente kite I’d hang u by your toes And we’d delight in flight Of poetic purple prose We would drop lines So electric and so divine Emerald eclectic electric shine Lighting up the darkest minds If I were a holy book I’d say all the right words Anyone who takes a look Would feel seen and heard No need for virgin vanity...

Continue reading...

Ask me not to sing of happiness, love, and pretty things of freedom, justice, equality, of wealth, even of friends’ loyalty. Doubt me not. Like you I have desired these, too, but their lyrics elude me, or, I haven’t had my share of whatever joy they bring. Thus, try as I want, I cannot compel my heart to sing of things it hasn’t known or it...

Continue reading...