#symphonic - Hello Poetry

HIPPITY HOPPITY BOOP, THE GREMLIN COMES OUT TO SNOOP AND YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE **** TAKE YOUR HAND AND SWIPE IT LIKE A CREDIT CARD THROUGH THE CREASES OF YOUR *** WHILE YOU SEARCH FOR SOUNDS OF A SYMPHONIC MELODY.

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Aug 21, 2021

Aug 21, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

HIPPITY HOPPITY BOOP

HIPPITY HOPPITY BOOP, THE GREMLIN COMES OUT TO SNOOP AND YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE **** TAKE YOUR HAND AND SWIPE IT LIKE A CREDIT CARD THROUGH THE CREASES OF YOUR *** WHILE YOU SEARCH FOR SOUNDS OF A SYMPHONIC MELODY.

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Symphonic fountain Work your way Carve out the hearing, sound a stream And flow within Trickling, never dropping or dripping But moving steadily towards the heart To meet the rising steam As lillypads mourning Are pulled by the stem into a watery sea Let this gentle sound pull me beneath The surface tense Until all my former fear are broken And I am but a rippling sound Another trickle towards uniformity

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Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC

colmistoirm

The Zora Symphony

Symphonic fountain Work your way Carve out the hearing, sound a stream And flow within Trickling, never dropping or dripping But moving steadily towards the heart To meet the rising steam As lillypads mourning Are pulled by the stem into a watery sea Let this gentle sound pull me beneath The surface tense Until all my former fear are broken And I am but a rippling sound Another trickle towards uniformity

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Can I write you a love song I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long Blow gently without words on my saxophone Diamond and Pearls behind the throne A beautiful ensemble meant for only you As I give credence too Take my hand Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts I’ll sing love songs of old A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon Destiny overcasts in the lyrics Fate floating stratospheric Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric Opera, I give you so grand in its grace French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace Sounds of my flute resonant to face Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace Can I write you a love song Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong My guitar stringing your philosophies along An equal equation, one plus one equals two Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please Orchestra sounds Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound The last note sung by me as we gradually come down Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound Shh, close your eyes Meditate on the music for a little while Hush sweet baby don’t say a word My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird If that mockingbird don’t sing Can I write you a love song created only for your being As minds are sightseeing Hearts fleeing Timpani drums guaranteeing Entwined of our divine wellbeing Emotions freeing Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long Can I write you a love song

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

MyValentine

Can I Write You A Love Song

Can I write you a love song I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long Blow gently without words on my saxophone Diamond and Pearls behind the throne A beautiful ensemble meant for only you As I give credence too Take my hand Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts I’ll sing love songs of old A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon Destiny overcasts in the lyrics Fate floating stratospheric Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric Opera, I give you so grand in its grace French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace Sounds of my flute resonant to face Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace Can I write you a love song Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong My guitar stringing your philosophies along An equal equation, one plus one equals two Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please Orchestra sounds Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound The last note sung by me as we gradually come down Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound Shh, close your eyes Meditate on the music for a little while Hush sweet baby don’t say a word My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird If that mockingbird don’t sing Can I write you a love song created only for your being As minds are sightseeing Hearts fleeing Timpani drums guaranteeing Entwined of our divine wellbeing Emotions freeing Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long Can I write you a love song

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They start as a single before moving to unity a chorus of chortles to those who listen for that It’s hard not to when they rehearse in your right ear and perform in the left You said that they could lent them the key thought about drowning out with a little symphony What a ******* mistake that was

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC

Phi_Kenzie

The Cicada Symphonic

They start as a single before moving to unity a chorus of chortles to those who listen for that It’s hard not to when they rehearse in your right ear and perform in the left You said that they could lent them the key thought about drowning out with a little symphony What a ******* mistake that was

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i Keep rubbing my wrists and my forearms nervously anxiously and can feel the tendons ache and the muscles on my left forearm snap back and forth: a (broken) guitar string slapping the frets every time it is strummed. If i push on the muscles --or the string, perhaps there is no difference-- too hard my hand (goes numb) and the cord (chord)-like muscles seep exhaustion into my skin --forgive me for this. there is little i can do and big i can do but all i remember is everything it starts small a little bit of pain but i know I will willingly take it for just ( a little bit of you ) infiltrating me I don't know why my legs ache and my skin fights against me I am grateful for You fighting for me grateful for me fighting for You this has been full of change full of upside down i am proud of my START AGAIN abilities of my explore: drive anywhere you want GO GO mindset but sometimes I ache. calling you nightly is not enough but I promise to make it enough to try to make everything you do feel like more than enough i love when the sun is warm and it is cloudy and i get the opportunity to trip over you Accidentally or (not so accidentally). falling into tears every time I hear a symphony play-- perhaps there is no love in the world comparable to a symphony or perhaps I am sinfully biased due to my experiences with symphonic beings i Intend to live my life Running or dancinG with symphonies blossoming between my tender and temporarily not calloused fingers and with you and we Constantly reinventing what it means to be Alive I will try my best ( for you and for Me) but there is not enough time

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC

sweet-ridicule

10-17

i Keep rubbing my wrists and my forearms nervously anxiously and can feel the tendons ache and the muscles on my left forearm snap back and forth: a (broken) guitar string slapping the frets every time it is strummed. If i push on the muscles --or the string, perhaps there is no difference-- too hard my hand (goes numb) and the cord (chord)-like muscles seep exhaustion into my skin --forgive me for this. there is little i can do and big i can do but all i remember is everything it starts small a little bit of pain but i know I will willingly take it for just ( a little bit of you ) infiltrating me I don't know why my legs ache and my skin fights against me I am grateful for You fighting for me grateful for me fighting for You this has been full of change full of upside down i am proud of my START AGAIN abilities of my explore: drive anywhere you want GO GO mindset but sometimes I ache. calling you nightly is not enough but I promise to make it enough to try to make everything you do feel like more than enough i love when the sun is warm and it is cloudy and i get the opportunity to trip over you Accidentally or (not so accidentally). falling into tears every time I hear a symphony play-- perhaps there is no love in the world comparable to a symphony or perhaps I am sinfully biased due to my experiences with symphonic beings i Intend to live my life Running or dancinG with symphonies blossoming between my tender and temporarily not calloused fingers and with you and we Constantly reinventing what it means to be Alive I will try my best ( for you and for Me) but there is not enough time

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