I embrace multitudes
our selves can be one or many
at their own table
breed a kind of inward distance
in that void or wound
and dissemble one towards another
like a parliament
but have nothing more to do
than make clear music
Poems on the topic: music
Poems on the topic “music” on Poets.by.
The Reasons I like You
I kinda like your eyes.
They shimmer like the stars.
I really love your voice,
Cause I'm the only one who gets it.
Your hair looks really soft,
Maybe soon you'll let me touch it?
You haven't called me weird yet,
Which a lot of people do.
We both like random music,
So I'd love it if we jammed.
You said your siblings were annoying,
Mine are like that too.
Even with the mask on
You have a pretty face.
And when your eyes scrunched cause you smiled
I felt my heart begin to race.
Questions
You make me lose my mind.
It's not like you do much,
Just talk and acknowledge me,
But I still think you're one of a kind.
What kind of music do you like?
Rain, sun or night?
Do you prefer the scooter or the bike?
Would you talk to me for the rest of my life?
Can you wiggle your ears,
Or curl your tongue?
Do you like dogs or cats?
Or maybe even bears?
What's your favorite color?
Is it red or yellow or blue?
I'd really like to know,
So please tell me a bit about you.
Two opposites
Faint music,
In the distance.
Drawing closer,
To my existence.
A worthless creation,
Cast away.
Returning now,
Revenge at bay.
Velvet curtains,
Silk sheets,
A life of riches,
And luxury.
Compared to these,
Pitiful beings.
Yet no one around,
To so much as see us.
Dance
The wind taking control,
Making me sway and bend,
To its silent command.
The music filling my mind,
With beautiful harmony,
And harsh demands.
Lavender and rosemary,
Put on a display,
Intoxicating our senses.
Around me,
Others pay no attention,
Caught in their own dances.
Images and flashbacks,
Broken ties,
Are long gone tonight.
In the air and everywhere,
Haiku 22
After I finish
scribing him through my keyboard
the gas man plods on.
Sun in the right spot
to light up King Street Station
sloped roof, shiny green.
In the middle lane,
in the middle of the lane,
one lone prone ladder.
Blind man folds dried laundry
his long cane propped on a slant
against the doorway.
For a split second
I thought she was calling
to say she loves me.
Feeling Lester’s ghost
Haiku 17
I place four fingers
to my breast beside my heart
Coltrane touches here
In the room, though not
for a long time, the
kettle on to boil.
He dies quietly
the clamor of before, stilled
one ring on his hand.
Putting on Brubeck,
lying back waiting to die
one whole year passes
These socks I have now
should last a good while; only
a handful of holes
Two old men toe-to-toe
Refrain
To realize only that a note cannot be written
as one would a word or phrase;
a soliloquy does not pierce the flesh
where a melody would resound within.
To know one's thoughts are one and the same:
like a twisting river it flows deep throughout—cannot truly be known through word or phrase.
No, it must be felt. It must be borne.
It must be lived.
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It's the music you listen to at night that matters
Her
The girl who loves to be alone
Now fears to be lonely
The girl who smiles easily
Now fake a smile
The girl who loves to hear music
Now lives in it
She isn't the same, she changed a lot
She stayed quiet for a reason
You know why, uh?
She wants to make them happy
She wants to make their problem go away
She loved them more than her
To give them happiness she lost her own
So she remained silent
Lone
Here i am having fun all alone
With my best friends
Yes , My music and phone
Dancing on own
hitting the damn floor
You heard someone knocking the window
Maybe i need their company
Welcome sunshine
Let's play some shadow games
Oh my stomach hurts
I get it , let's have some food
I hear Angels singing
Fell on the heaven
With my little teddy on side
Slept a happy grown girl
Anger
Red
Depressing
Runs through my veins
Stabs me in the heart
Loves none
Fears less
Get it away,
out of my head
My mind,
is playing tricks...
Or is it?
Hurt
Fueled when they don't give up
My music,
diminishes,
yet amplifies it.
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