"harmonised" poems - Hello Poetry

Toad sand and frog pebbles, warted rocks kicked and toed. Tease the ocean with chocolate dipped feet, spiced and salted teas. Taper off mid-sentence, paragraphs tepid long arms and zebra stripes, a crosswalk tepir. Tocsin alarm clocks poison innocent bystander’s sleep, slipping things in their drinks, filling their ears with toxin. Tie a scarf around the forehead of the middle child. Teach them beginning syllables of Thai. Throes and spasms of overachievers motivate for longer strides, faster throws. Tense shoulder muscles hide in sleeping bags, badly pitched tents. Told injuries snuck in when the door opened, we heard the miniature silver bells as they tolled. Ticks count every second second, punctuated by tocks. With each, a twitch, conscious nervous tics. Titan tool boxes hold spare screws, on Coeus’ threaded axis, we spin and tighten. Terne sardine cans filled with mercury, pollute our science tests, killing tern. Tied red string around our pinkies so we don’t forget when to go to the beach looking for clams at low tide. Tacks pin talented teens to cork boards, alongside instructions on regretting the harmonised sales tax. Tire prints border the country, left by jeeps that never tire. Tails directing orchestras, swarms of swan swim, tattling and telling tales.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC

the-monster-in-the-mirror

T Cells

Toad sand and frog pebbles, warted rocks kicked and toed. Tease the ocean with chocolate dipped feet, spiced and salted teas. Taper off mid-sentence, paragraphs tepid long arms and zebra stripes, a crosswalk tepir. Tocsin alarm clocks poison innocent bystander’s sleep, slipping things in their drinks, filling their ears with toxin. Tie a scarf around the forehead of the middle child. Teach them beginning syllables of Thai. Throes and spasms of overachievers motivate for longer strides, faster throws. Tense shoulder muscles hide in sleeping bags, badly pitched tents. Told injuries snuck in when the door opened, we heard the miniature silver bells as they tolled. Ticks count every second second, punctuated by tocks. With each, a twitch, conscious nervous tics. Titan tool boxes hold spare screws, on Coeus’ threaded axis, we spin and tighten. Terne sardine cans filled with mercury, pollute our science tests, killing tern. Tied red string around our pinkies so we don’t forget when to go to the beach looking for clams at low tide. Tacks pin talented teens to cork boards, alongside instructions on regretting the harmonised sales tax. Tire prints border the country, left by jeeps that never tire. Tails directing orchestras, swarms of swan swim, tattling and telling tales.

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singing across the river stood on the banks of the Thames. I was not alone, a beautiful woman, dressed for old Japan, stood and sung, also; we harmonised in a dance not our own as the Thames took us upriver to Oxford and far beyond

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC

nivek

The Thames

singing across the river stood on the banks of the Thames. I was not alone, a beautiful woman, dressed for old Japan, stood and sung, also; we harmonised in a dance not our own as the Thames took us upriver to Oxford and far beyond

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We grew, wild and ragged in leaf dappled sunbeams our roots entwined in woodland dens alive with whispers of secrets shared and learners kisses. Summer stretched cat-slow before us as cool morning dew lay it's bounty at shoeless feet and bluebells bowed in reverence to the dawning of the day. Winding brooks sang of freedom as all of nature harmonised the melody lifting and lilting to soothe the jealous moon. How fortunate we were to thrive at nature's breast nestled warmly within her constant heart wrapped safely in her many shades.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC

calpurnia-mockingbird

A valley childhood.

We grew, wild and ragged in leaf dappled sunbeams our roots entwined in woodland dens alive with whispers of secrets shared and learners kisses. Summer stretched cat-slow before us as cool morning dew lay it's bounty at shoeless feet and bluebells bowed in reverence to the dawning of the day. Winding brooks sang of freedom as all of nature harmonised the melody lifting and lilting to soothe the jealous moon. How fortunate we were to thrive at nature's breast nestled warmly within her constant heart wrapped safely in her many shades.

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If any good came from loving true but falling short its in this verse honouring You Surrendered, taught reaching up beyond my sighs where truth is chiselled into sense Can darkened shutters recompense? Time and purse no longer vie so uncontended now I’ve died to selfish pride and suffered lies alone The harm I caused not loving true the way one ought is harmonised now, reflects You fullfilled, sought redeemed from the lie Darkness to experience Suffering wrought repentance Crime and worse no longer imply damning dirges inside Our Lamb arose, 'It’s finished' His cry 'Atone!'

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Sep 26, 2009

Sep 26, 2009 at 9:10 PM UTC

pcbzzzt

Growing Pains

If any good came from loving true but falling short its in this verse honouring You Surrendered, taught reaching up beyond my sighs where truth is chiselled into sense Can darkened shutters recompense? Time and purse no longer vie so uncontended now I’ve died to selfish pride and suffered lies alone The harm I caused not loving true the way one ought is harmonised now, reflects You fullfilled, sought redeemed from the lie Darkness to experience Suffering wrought repentance Crime and worse no longer imply damning dirges inside Our Lamb arose, 'It’s finished' His cry 'Atone!'

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Walking in my favourite nook damp dead wood is under foot bluebells in my ideal dell honeysuckle makes my nostrils swell Rose wood cones from cedar trees the flies, the moths, and the bees summer brings a happy breeze pollen flying makes me wheeze The Chaffinch sings his pretty song harmonised melodies for the throng twinkling trees of summer sun woodpeckers beckon me to come Berries plump and juicy ripe fragrant herbs of every type the heat beats down upon my head further into the dell I'm lead A rabbit burrowing out of sight the ants are marching to their fight dragonflies gracefully float beetles plod and termites gloat Breathing freely smells of old wild Gardenia white and bold lush green foliage everywhere the nook is home to many there Sweet wild baby's breath in rows decor bordering the hedgerows my country walk exhilarating this July day is scintillating I'm filled with essences of the Summer being here is such an honour taking stock of delightful days before the long cold Winter phase

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC

dollys-poems

Summer Days......

Walking in my favourite nook damp dead wood is under foot bluebells in my ideal dell honeysuckle makes my nostrils swell Rose wood cones from cedar trees the flies, the moths, and the bees summer brings a happy breeze pollen flying makes me wheeze The Chaffinch sings his pretty song harmonised melodies for the throng twinkling trees of summer sun woodpeckers beckon me to come Berries plump and juicy ripe fragrant herbs of every type the heat beats down upon my head further into the dell I'm lead A rabbit burrowing out of sight the ants are marching to their fight dragonflies gracefully float beetles plod and termites gloat Breathing freely smells of old wild Gardenia white and bold lush green foliage everywhere the nook is home to many there Sweet wild baby's breath in rows decor bordering the hedgerows my country walk exhilarating this July day is scintillating I'm filled with essences of the Summer being here is such an honour taking stock of delightful days before the long cold Winter phase

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We harmonised perfectly You were my conductor From our song I learnt How to fast forward and forget How to Rewinded and remember Even as our song fades away and hits its pause The beats still go on forever more You were my one hit wonder What more could I say?

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC

fujimari-kanami

One hit wonder

We harmonised perfectly You were my conductor From our song I learnt How to fast forward and forget How to Rewinded and remember Even as our song fades away and hits its pause The beats still go on forever more You were my one hit wonder What more could I say?

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Imperative perception It was all far fetched, a time when I searched myself in others No one can ever give me the moment of clarity and serenity An eternity of peace within oneself, an embody of higher self This place of ultimate truth and surreal objectification A reflection of timeless lapses, the laps of completeness The storms were a taboo, the recurrent flying unquietness The un-resolving trips and flares of unpolarised magnetic currents The escape to pristine moments, prestige throughs and peaks A vision from the drowning sea, me sinking in the whirlpool I mirrored my own reflection to yours, my 'I' to "you", your 'I" to "me" Melodious Creeks The moment called now is my only lullaby I can hear A whisper so harmonised and crystallised deep in the seabed A candle light of moment of truth in a rotating crystal ball The chaos in the jungle have escaped to the peaks of the mountain Uninformed lands with uniformed pebbles, the shattered glasses Demons that stood ***** as they pierced and taunted a being Why did it take so long? Lets go the springs and streams of pain, the unending past It's not a feeling, or logic, its a way of human existence An entwinement of anthems embellished with peace Presentiment ***** the barred barricades for me to see your pastures I can feel the darkness that embodies your soul and mind A thunder in the unending jungle, jiggling in kingdoms Reject my sharp vision, I cry your tears as you do mine I stare at your blur as you submerge in the deep waters The blackening tunnels with no escape reject my eyes The icy layers squeezing to escape in your sorrows The narrowed aisles have become the only island you cruise The trajectory of our blood realigned in our future sins Found self? Listen to the strings adjoining in the basements of the cliffs The line balancing on the centrifugal pump as it impels to shrouds Of choices? Predetermination and judgment of other as I lost a piece of my time In this territory, I stand at the borderline of my devotion in battle Holding my rifle and connecting to life and all; me a solider of love Parading in the landscapes of inhibitions and thought processes A soul I hold is my only liberation to live fully and autonomously Eyes wide open, mouth wide ajar as we rise and survive doing our best!

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC

SassyJ

A Haunting Jaunt (301 Darkened Marbles)

Imperative perception It was all far fetched, a time when I searched myself in others No one can ever give me the moment of clarity and serenity An eternity of peace within oneself, an embody of higher self This place of ultimate truth and surreal objectification A reflection of timeless lapses, the laps of completeness The storms were a taboo, the recurrent flying unquietness The un-resolving trips and flares of unpolarised magnetic currents The escape to pristine moments, prestige throughs and peaks A vision from the drowning sea, me sinking in the whirlpool I mirrored my own reflection to yours, my 'I' to "you", your 'I" to "me" Melodious Creeks The moment called now is my only lullaby I can hear A whisper so harmonised and crystallised deep in the seabed A candle light of moment of truth in a rotating crystal ball The chaos in the jungle have escaped to the peaks of the mountain Uninformed lands with uniformed pebbles, the shattered glasses Demons that stood ***** as they pierced and taunted a being Why did it take so long? Lets go the springs and streams of pain, the unending past It's not a feeling, or logic, its a way of human existence An entwinement of anthems embellished with peace Presentiment ***** the barred barricades for me to see your pastures I can feel the darkness that embodies your soul and mind A thunder in the unending jungle, jiggling in kingdoms Reject my sharp vision, I cry your tears as you do mine I stare at your blur as you submerge in the deep waters The blackening tunnels with no escape reject my eyes The icy layers squeezing to escape in your sorrows The narrowed aisles have become the only island you cruise The trajectory of our blood realigned in our future sins Found self? Listen to the strings adjoining in the basements of the cliffs The line balancing on the centrifugal pump as it impels to shrouds Of choices? Predetermination and judgment of other as I lost a piece of my time In this territory, I stand at the borderline of my devotion in battle Holding my rifle and connecting to life and all; me a solider of love Parading in the landscapes of inhibitions and thought processes A soul I hold is my only liberation to live fully and autonomously Eyes wide open, mouth wide ajar as we rise and survive doing our best!

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I've always wanted to write about you. Staring at the stars and wondering about you. Pondering on the moments we had, The music we shared The stories we read The pages we turned I remember it all. I remember it all. I've been starring out the window Thinking about you Preserving our memories Sinking in our dreams Realising they aren't no more It hits hard Knowing I lost you The razors hit you hard but never landed you home, The pills got you two strikes but as a batter you hit strong. Third strike and I heard, "You're out!" I knew I lost you to monoxide. I remember it all. I saw the man that loved you fall to the ground, Tears stain his skin Hearts battered on the floor Lungs tattered and broken voices. I remember it all I've always wanted to write about you But I've never really had the words, I still don't But I still want to write about you. I wanted to write symphonies for you Melodies of memories Harmonised stories of our friendship Because you are family And I wanted to write you a happily ever after Because you deserve that. I remember it all Standing in front Watching the mourning faces Broken expressions Burnt eyes I remember it all Closing my eyes And praying that God isn't mad at you

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC

realeboga-m

I remember

I've always wanted to write about you. Staring at the stars and wondering about you. Pondering on the moments we had, The music we shared The stories we read The pages we turned I remember it all. I remember it all. I've been starring out the window Thinking about you Preserving our memories Sinking in our dreams Realising they aren't no more It hits hard Knowing I lost you The razors hit you hard but never landed you home, The pills got you two strikes but as a batter you hit strong. Third strike and I heard, "You're out!" I knew I lost you to monoxide. I remember it all. I saw the man that loved you fall to the ground, Tears stain his skin Hearts battered on the floor Lungs tattered and broken voices. I remember it all I've always wanted to write about you But I've never really had the words, I still don't But I still want to write about you. I wanted to write symphonies for you Melodies of memories Harmonised stories of our friendship Because you are family And I wanted to write you a happily ever after Because you deserve that. I remember it all Standing in front Watching the mourning faces Broken expressions Burnt eyes I remember it all Closing my eyes And praying that God isn't mad at you

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For the first time in my whole life I have seen a timepiece gaining hours overnight, scarily it's mine Oh, my old piece of mind I didn't really care when I was young and the world was slow But now all things are running like hell Carelessly clicking my life away, you naughty piece. Your gain is my loss if you listen to what I am saying My daughter is still young I need to stay Please slow down if I have to fall off my way I want things harmonised and world in peace Don't make fun of me, you little piece I am writing a letter, got a lot to fix I have to send it out before sunrise When you knock like this my heartbeats follow Slow down please, I can speak cheese Gaining like this without feeling the pain It turns out like a game over and over again Round after round hand in hand You keep gaining I become insane I know you are working hard but got no idea where you learned this trick Stop laughing and get me out of here As you can see I am very sick I am ordering you now, little piece Time to put you beside the bin for free pick Nov 14, 2016

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Nov 16, 2016

Nov 16, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC

henry-wood

Timepiece

For the first time in my whole life I have seen a timepiece gaining hours overnight, scarily it's mine Oh, my old piece of mind I didn't really care when I was young and the world was slow But now all things are running like hell Carelessly clicking my life away, you naughty piece. Your gain is my loss if you listen to what I am saying My daughter is still young I need to stay Please slow down if I have to fall off my way I want things harmonised and world in peace Don't make fun of me, you little piece I am writing a letter, got a lot to fix I have to send it out before sunrise When you knock like this my heartbeats follow Slow down please, I can speak cheese Gaining like this without feeling the pain It turns out like a game over and over again Round after round hand in hand You keep gaining I become insane I know you are working hard but got no idea where you learned this trick Stop laughing and get me out of here As you can see I am very sick I am ordering you now, little piece Time to put you beside the bin for free pick Nov 14, 2016

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Profound jazz tones on the rocks Dragged down gravel pathways In crystal cut glasses Harmonised sweet pain-felt blues in orange light Smoke undulating, seductively dancing on top of piano notes of passion With his words he brought down two stars They found contentment in your eyes And while the rest of the stars and the moon light up the night sky Your starry eyes light my desire And there’s nothing I can do about that

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC

kenya83

Gravel Pathways

Profound jazz tones on the rocks Dragged down gravel pathways In crystal cut glasses Harmonised sweet pain-felt blues in orange light Smoke undulating, seductively dancing on top of piano notes of passion With his words he brought down two stars They found contentment in your eyes And while the rest of the stars and the moon light up the night sky Your starry eyes light my desire And there’s nothing I can do about that

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the lake of fire - Hellfire. i was skeptical. but this Northern climate drowned the flames to ashes. gathering cinders i found that burning ember; alike that of the spark Prometheus stole from Zeus that would light the eternal flame - the gift of Life to Man, the beginning of a new world. i realised that our symphonies harmonised or dare i say - kindred spirits - started to burn bright.

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC

thehorrorofnonbeing

you fall a little, then all at once

the lake of fire - Hellfire. i was skeptical. but this Northern climate drowned the flames to ashes. gathering cinders i found that burning ember; alike that of the spark Prometheus stole from Zeus that would light the eternal flame - the gift of Life to Man, the beginning of a new world. i realised that our symphonies harmonised or dare i say - kindred spirits - started to burn bright.

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Verse 1 There's a father in heaven, who always leads me by the hand Who picks me up if I would fall, a father who always understands He takes me to his dwelling place, where I can go to seek his face His face I have found my hope in you, you reflect a solemn truth Golden crowns I will accrue, you will see my victory through A harmonised refreshing dew, for I live to follow you Follow you Chorus If you would shine your light, if you would shine your light A promising refining, of no greater timing Casting out the darkness, a divine fulfilment Bringing all completeness Stretch your mighty hand Verse 2 Let your waters overflow, a joyful countenance to show A faithful vine will surely grow, lead me to the place to go For in you I will not lack, your promises, not taken back Not taken back As I bow you will arise, your awesome power realised A mighty wonder symbolized, present glory magnified Of your ways tested and tried, for you are the greatest prize The greatest prize Chorus X2 Bridge X2 If you would shine your light, if you would shine your light Bringing all completeness, stretch your mighty hand Outro Oh yeah, ooh, oh yeah Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC

geraldinetaylor

Shine Your Light

Verse 1 There's a father in heaven, who always leads me by the hand Who picks me up if I would fall, a father who always understands He takes me to his dwelling place, where I can go to seek his face His face I have found my hope in you, you reflect a solemn truth Golden crowns I will accrue, you will see my victory through A harmonised refreshing dew, for I live to follow you Follow you Chorus If you would shine your light, if you would shine your light A promising refining, of no greater timing Casting out the darkness, a divine fulfilment Bringing all completeness Stretch your mighty hand Verse 2 Let your waters overflow, a joyful countenance to show A faithful vine will surely grow, lead me to the place to go For in you I will not lack, your promises, not taken back Not taken back As I bow you will arise, your awesome power realised A mighty wonder symbolized, present glory magnified Of your ways tested and tried, for you are the greatest prize The greatest prize Chorus X2 Bridge X2 If you would shine your light, if you would shine your light Bringing all completeness, stretch your mighty hand Outro Oh yeah, ooh, oh yeah Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

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The gallery is closing now but Monet has only begun to seep in dripping through my imagination one colour, countless tones a blue myriad crystallised his world breathe to life, the essence distilled harmonised and something that binds it all in eternal stillness content, accepting of all things its own being, its own passing I do not exist there yet but winter's tingling freshness tastes me swallows me through pores, filling me with a thirst to drink more deeply more deeply, more . . . the chill the only movement, silence foot-stepping in the sunlit snow of blinding light. On the right cocooned, two feet deep, a cottage its cosy creaking darkness hibernates no smoke from the chimney but perhaps a fire built, split logs waiting for a spark to release their stores of sun “The gallery is closing!” the guard says him and I the only ones? I take my bag, glancing at the painting… there in the mountains I think someone is coming down, coming home, they will be cold and hungry wanting to be home by nightfall… but for now they drink deeply up in the blue light.

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC

hugh-lovzewe

Blue Felt Monet

The gallery is closing now but Monet has only begun to seep in dripping through my imagination one colour, countless tones a blue myriad crystallised his world breathe to life, the essence distilled harmonised and something that binds it all in eternal stillness content, accepting of all things its own being, its own passing I do not exist there yet but winter's tingling freshness tastes me swallows me through pores, filling me with a thirst to drink more deeply more deeply, more . . . the chill the only movement, silence foot-stepping in the sunlit snow of blinding light. On the right cocooned, two feet deep, a cottage its cosy creaking darkness hibernates no smoke from the chimney but perhaps a fire built, split logs waiting for a spark to release their stores of sun “The gallery is closing!” the guard says him and I the only ones? I take my bag, glancing at the painting… there in the mountains I think someone is coming down, coming home, they will be cold and hungry wanting to be home by nightfall… but for now they drink deeply up in the blue light.

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