Tunes Poems - Poems about Tunes

while getting things done listening to the old tunes ...

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When tomorrow is near to hand and new winter winds are blowing in, Will you dream of the coming days or will you look back to where you been? Are you caught in the hinterland, that strange place from which there's no escape, Or heading down...

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music trivia night a blast from the past recognizing songs from every era by the first few notes unforgettable etched in our memory except you know the song but can't think of the title picture the singer but not his name this getting old sucks but slipping back into the good ol' days brings back the days of youth and teenage years and things forgotten AP: Honorable Mention 2024 Posted on October...

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Sad violin tunes stir my heart. When played in the G minor key with vibrato, they can impart wistful memories that haunt me. The violinist bows his notes. Sad violin tunes stir my heart. When he plays this way, he emotes the ache I feel; this is his art. My dearest and I – now apart - still are waltzing inside my mind. Sad violin...

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Compositions in G minor softly weep, In somber tones where shadows often creep. O heart of mine, in sorrow's time, The violin, with range both vast and wide, Evokes emotions deep, where sorrows hide. From haunting beauty to a grief profound, Its notes sustain, with vibrato’s rich sound. O heart of mine, why do you...

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A soft breeze teases The spider’s web plays Sad violin tunes An eerie silence Accompanying Its Phantom of the Opera Deviousness The strings vibrate With a musician’s need To reach, to touch An unseen Audience ...

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Those sad violin tunes play for me, from the depths of heart The moment when love failed me The moment I became a toy, the moment I became a sick doll Set to be used at will and discarded without being given a second glance Those sad violin tunes bid my tears to flow Even if the night air is...

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With a quick competitive descent, Darling Daffy and his feisty duels; No sportsmanship? He turns violent; He’s a stickler for all of the rules; Makes no difference if it’s a giraffe or Bugs Bunny banging on that piano, play the game fair or get cut in half; This the challengers ALWAYS know; ‘A lower standard will always debase!’ screams a bar...

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You're akin to a blend of my favourite hues— not just black, but preserved, concealed, opaque, resilient, and profound. Yet, a gentle gaze reveals a swirling display of myriad colours. Not many can see it, but for you, I'd illuminate it all. It's not merely white; it's pristine, translucent, and unbarred only to your eyes. Each stain forms a pattern twirling in...

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Father Christmas had a great beard But now this is where it got weird So hidden in his bristles Were several tin whistles Well, hidden until he was sheared...

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Listen to the rain falling down, it sounds as you are playing the drums. Listen to the wind blowing, it blows straight from your heart when you play the saxophone. Listen to the music of the snow falling, It's the winter sonata performing on the right stage. A right silhouete on the shade, with beautiful shoes to dance on. ...

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Dancing in the water to tunes of distant memories. The times we’ve had together that only belong to you and me. Running into the sunset, we weren’t afraid of the uncertainty. Dancing in the water to tunes of distant memories. What we knew then of each other, and what we never thought we’d ever see. All the tears we’ve cried...

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The beats coming from below In my heart are very slow Because it can't find someone Who won't cheat, use me or run There has to be a guy somewhere Who can show me what true care Really is and stay with me Not leaving me as gloomy Like the others from before I just want a great encore With love and kisses so sweet A...

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At the crossroads The bald old man With his gray stricken beards Caressed his antiquated flute Perching on his cracked dehydrated lips With his spindly fingers As he nonchalantly reeled out his tunes He started with the beautiful tune Of the defiant bed bug mercilessly bearing down on the torso As in a depraved Mamba choke hold On it's gasping victim Next was the...

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Sad violin tunes echo gloom reminding me of gripping woe I must conquer with faith's fresh bloom for divine strength to make me glow. Seeking for help like babe who cries I beseech God to heal my soul midst needs yon light for grievous eyes... oh, so longing to be made whole. In praying to the Almighty my heart wrestles for earnest...

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