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MetaVerse Mar 25
There once was from Okefenokee
A bullfrog who sang karaoke:
     He sang with conviction
     And a crystal clear diction,
But his tone was a little too croaky.
I've got a magic hat,
That'll take you back in time.
So we can go shoot pool,
In 1999.
Or back to the 80's,
We can dance, dance baby!
Do the robot all the way back,
To the 50's.
That's where I left my I-pod,
Hope they haven't found that. . .
Inspired by the song, "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats.
Ironic
nicole Mar 24
cigarettes after *** playing in my ears
I look up
it's cloudy
I lose my footing
and smile to myself

it's warm again
In a world where silence sings its tune,
The rhythm of soundless music made me swoon.
Melody whispers without a single word,
A song without lyrics, yet deeply heard.

Notes dance in the air, delicate and free,
A sound of my soul, a silent decree.
No verses to guide, no lyrics to sing,
Yet, the heart understands, in quietening.

A sailing ship in a storm's embrace,
Navigating the storm to find its grace.
Each wave a note, every blow a chord,
In the music of silence, a journey explored.

The wind becomes a conductor unseen,
Directing the ship through waters serene.
No need for words in this melodic flight,
The soundless music carries through the night.

So let the ship sail in the storm's ballet,
A dance with silence, the night's display.
In the heart's quiet harbor, a melody supreme,
The rhythm of soundless music, beyond time.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Hex Mar 23
Without you, I am a flute with no breath,
A guitar with no strings to confess,
A piano with keys left unsaid,
A song lost in silence, a voice left unread.
I was once a lonesome pioneer,
A past life ways away,
I spurred my horse in desert sands.
A familiar stranger,
Is all I ever was,
Anyone could tell you, nobody remembered me,
I was in by sunset and left by it's rise,
A way-fairing American,
Inspired by new lands,
After all, the west is best.
Inspired by old west style country
MBJ Pancras Mar 22
Nourished by the breeze of Pannaipuram,
Imbibed deeply thro' the voice of Nature,
Fed with rustic lullabies- a 'varam',
Thou walked thro' thorns with thy will - thy teacher,
Drenched in all genres of musical notes,
Pace by pace thou did climb up the ladder,
Thou flew with music into people's thoughts,
And thy music is a healing doctor.
People's thoughts are of varied emotions,
And thou art sculpted by god of music,
Thy thoughts travel thro' diverse dimensions,
Music creates thee; thou learn its classic,
You're taught to write notes in varied versions,
Thy breath is music full of emotions.
A sonnet penned as a tribute to Isaignani Ilayaraja who composed his first Symphony, Valiant with Royal Philharmonic Orchestra London on 8th March 2025
Kelsey Mar 21
Dad,
Piano music always reminds me of you.
I picture you playing
On a cloud so white
The very air twinkles
With the sound of your
Perfect tune.
It fills my heart
With a love so heavy
My whole body becomes light.

What I wish I could say,
What I wish I could do,
If I saw you on that very Cloud
Playing only for me
Can't be predicted.
Even in my imagination.

If I could run to you,
Wrap my arms around you,
Listen to your love song,
And sit beside you
As you played,
That moment would be
My clarity.
My heart finally at peace.

I would never want you to stop.
I wouldn't say a word.
If you just kept playing on that heavenly cloud.

Because I wish I listened more.
I wish
I could hear you play again.
Not just in my mind,
Not just in my dreams.
But on our own little cloud
Just you and me.

I love you, my piano man.
Grief, a physical representation of love. I miss you, piano man.
Sana Mar 20
I guess I'll love you like the sun,
Despite so many things it could've won.
It chose to give its light to the moon,
Hoping, one day, they'll meet soon.
I guess I'll love you like the moon,
Who saw the Earth as a boon,
And circled endlessly round it,
Despite knowing the hearts it had lit.
I guess I'll love you like the Earth,
Who revolved around the sun despite knowing its worth.
Despite the effort and longing it took,
It believed that one day, the sun will look.
But destiny didn’t let
The day come when the sun and moon met.
Destiny couldn’t accept
The reason It followed the Earth—
The depth.
And destiny was too shook,
To let the sun even look.
For us, what if destiny isn’t ready?
Will you still write with me, our own medley?
Celestial orbits of love, Eclipsed by fate is the silent choreography of the universe, where bodies of light chase one another in an endless waltz, bound by gravity yet separated by fate. The sun, a blazing heart of fire, gives its warmth freely, knowing it may never feel the embrace of the moon, who only glows in its reflection. The Earth, caught in this cosmic longing, turns tirelessly, drawn to the sun yet captivated by the moon’s quiet pull. They move in harmony, yet destiny ensures they remain just out of reach—forever near, forever apart. It is a love story written in the stars, where longing outlives time, and distance becomes the poetry of the heavens. ✨🌙🔥
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