Viola Poems - Poems about Viola

Happy birthday to an extraordinary sister, A beautiful soul with a heart full of love. Today I celebrate the gift of you, Your kindness, compassion, and generosity . May your day be filled with joy, laughter, and warmth. May all your dreams and wishes unfold with ease. You deserve to be celebrated and cherished. With love on your special day. ...

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there in the sidewalk's crack a single viola volunteers itself for me a yellow delight appearing for no apparent reason it just is ...

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The artist savors the subtle imperfection that makes a moment unique. John G. Lawless ©5/7/2023...

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blooms soft smile at all sizzling sun showers lava --- she clings to cool soil 27 June 2022 Summer Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin How many syllables syllable counter...

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late autumn cold the last viola trying to bloom...

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Something Old Something New Viola - Original Admiring her beauty he was mesmerised Her complete perfection brought tears to his eyes Holding her tenderly in his loving arms Slowly he caressed the magic of her charms. This was the gift he had waited so long for The answer to prayers he had made to the Lord It felt quite spine tingling as his...

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Viola Admiring her beauty he was mesmerised Her complete perfection brought tears to his eyes Holding her tenderly in his loving arms Slowly he caressed the magic of her charms. This was the gift he had waited so long for The answer to prayers he had made to the Lord It felt quite spine tingling as his heart took flight Sensing that he’d...

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Stringed strained vibrations alto hauntings of the heart playing strumpet along the inner ear responsive fingering that cries aloud; intensified bravado rhythms that reverberate the shoulders, chin and arm sensuous, distinctive obligatos resonant timbre both sensual and veiled austerity weeping muted strings, calling out remote interludes wafting on the darkened winds forboding escape bidding the heart to forget its...

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In the first day of the month of rain She blushed forth from the earth Beneath the verdant canopies Of her sylvan homestead Every dawn, she smiled at the sun Beaming at her idol’s daily passage Posing in perfect stillness Until her face fell with the day As the night’s veil unfolded Her eyes skywards turned to hear The beckoning voices of the singing...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow of a nascent union. Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers over the rose inside my heart, shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire, gliding through the tundras of charred weeds, fin-like petals quake beneath our feet. The sun unloads its savage heat in torrents, thermal downpours drench...

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Behold a world from green to gold It's bold to assume It was foretold Little sprinkles in my coffee mug Maybe I'm a little smug but I'm snug Autumn's lullaby wraps me in a hug Viola strings on the floor Covered in tap water gore Nature's sweat one might fret Patchwork quits frayed I know guilt Another day with my cloud brother Floating lazily...

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Let me play the strains Of those cadenced memories And lost orchestrated dreams. Strains that ebb and flow From my blue rustic aged Viola of loneliness. Copyright: 1992016...

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You are both a flower and an instrument, One embodies beauty, the other creates it, The Violet rises to the sky to shame dark clouds The Viola trembles its strings to surpass silence And I can see you are in color and in sound: Petals of music with shivers of color....

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Burlap sack, twist of hay. Chicken blood, Some words to say. Puff of smoke, cast of lot, and this little bit of hair I've got. Sew the doll in a certain way, its voodoo for : Viola Grey. I wish I could be there to see, has I choke the doll and she can't breath. And the pain in her head that makes her cry, has I...

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Viola Fuller 1879 – 1909 For it is written in solemn Chinese ideography, That two women under one roof spells trouble. For indeed my life found trouble And death quite early due to influenza. I spent my leisure hours in China Town 16 miles to the west in old Los Angeles. Spent hours in the mildewed shops and the seedy cafes. Finding culture, romance...

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