"reverbrate" poems - Hello Poetry

Life's magical moments Lets you play with the fire again And singe Again and again And let's you... Ask Why? Maybe To let you know That there is no way If one leaves an empty space That can not be filled Drop by drop Moment by moment Something will.... Some one will.... May be on a different plane? And some emotions gets stretched Taut strings Across the lonely guitar Tighter To play the life's note As One by one Each string breaks Raising a melodious song To reverbrate in the future Thrashing on some threshold May be there will not be any more notes left To play any more May be The notes will play Alone again Naturally.

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Sep 8, 2010

Sep 8, 2010 at 7:49 AM UTC

shashi

Alone Again... Naturally

Life's magical moments Lets you play with the fire again And singe Again and again And let's you... Ask Why? Maybe To let you know That there is no way If one leaves an empty space That can not be filled Drop by drop Moment by moment Something will.... Some one will.... May be on a different plane? And some emotions gets stretched Taut strings Across the lonely guitar Tighter To play the life's note As One by one Each string breaks Raising a melodious song To reverbrate in the future Thrashing on some threshold May be there will not be any more notes left To play any more May be The notes will play Alone again Naturally.

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To taste the red burst of rippened tomatoes that catch a summer's glee whose shouts run down airconditioned malls of daffodils to reach butterscotch ends To catch naive dewdrops on their final wave -- gleeful regardless of their fleeting demise on leaffy budettes as they hitchhike on blushing shins that touch for just a second To receive the cricket's call and hang on their every word like how the stars do on the night sky velvet hung taut to stop the dreamer's upward freefall To reverbrate down hymns and ***** pipes whose rust subdued by caramel oaken spirits and cigars rolled with rebellion To watch the twinkle of eyes that unroll before me cinemated like the rhythmic popping of corn seeds and the anticipation of childlike hands To surf the last yawn and sigh whose ebb and flow crash on pristine beds -- that soothes and prickles the ears where the mind remains calm and restless To sit with 4am and drink tea or coffee (whichever it desires) and have hours of conversation before its teary depature To the pilgrims' call of the first train The satisfaction of staying vigil simmers in the insomniac's stovetop that seems to be low on gas The need of slumber seems trivial at most for dreaming has never known the diffrence between being awake or asleep or could this just be my mind that flurries like jackrabbit thumps and heffalump nightmares and honey dripping down my boyish chin and mother napkins and lush lullabies that whisper "go to sleep"

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC

KenJin

flurry

To taste the red burst of rippened tomatoes that catch a summer's glee whose shouts run down airconditioned malls of daffodils to reach butterscotch ends To catch naive dewdrops on their final wave -- gleeful regardless of their fleeting demise on leaffy budettes as they hitchhike on blushing shins that touch for just a second To receive the cricket's call and hang on their every word like how the stars do on the night sky velvet hung taut to stop the dreamer's upward freefall To reverbrate down hymns and ***** pipes whose rust subdued by caramel oaken spirits and cigars rolled with rebellion To watch the twinkle of eyes that unroll before me cinemated like the rhythmic popping of corn seeds and the anticipation of childlike hands To surf the last yawn and sigh whose ebb and flow crash on pristine beds -- that soothes and prickles the ears where the mind remains calm and restless To sit with 4am and drink tea or coffee (whichever it desires) and have hours of conversation before its teary depature To the pilgrims' call of the first train The satisfaction of staying vigil simmers in the insomniac's stovetop that seems to be low on gas The need of slumber seems trivial at most for dreaming has never known the diffrence between being awake or asleep or could this just be my mind that flurries like jackrabbit thumps and heffalump nightmares and honey dripping down my boyish chin and mother napkins and lush lullabies that whisper "go to sleep"

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I tumble down a well to find you candle's out drought weighs hard and hungry as does the knife in my heart you left uncalled the morning bare my appetite bare everywhere turned up grinning with broken teeth since you left I could drown in a delta filled with nails fill the tributaries with blood with sorrow Alas my heart pursues where the trails yawns black my head swamped by smoke I beg you to cancel the flames I beg you to take the torch out I am slowly going out lands and leaves canyon wounds raise red hells all my hells ring and lament I shout and bang and reverbrate your name to every cave I carry on with dynamite in my hands and your torch in my head.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC

b-wasserman

Unreturned Love

I tumble down a well to find you candle's out drought weighs hard and hungry as does the knife in my heart you left uncalled the morning bare my appetite bare everywhere turned up grinning with broken teeth since you left I could drown in a delta filled with nails fill the tributaries with blood with sorrow Alas my heart pursues where the trails yawns black my head swamped by smoke I beg you to cancel the flames I beg you to take the torch out I am slowly going out lands and leaves canyon wounds raise red hells all my hells ring and lament I shout and bang and reverbrate your name to every cave I carry on with dynamite in my hands and your torch in my head.

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