"theremin" poems - Hello Poetry

Mix hormones, sprouting hair, and teenage angst in melting *** Add 2 cups of Varsity Sports Blend in at least 3 leadership positions Sprinkle AP & Honors classes liberally Acquire obscure talent such as playing a Theremin Add long-term anxiety disease Brag constantly about how you helped Jakito, a small African child, on a mission trip Drain all traces of possible love connection Substitute sleep for academia Bring stress to boil Add spoonful of “legacy” Separately mix “White Guilt” with a cup of diversity (Native American if available) Marinate in SAT classes Spread 2300mg of SAT on top Shake Well Ice decoratively with essays about Jakito Most batches must be rejected

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Jan 14, 2014

Jan 14, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC

tallulah

Ivy League Broil

Mix hormones, sprouting hair, and teenage angst in melting *** Add 2 cups of Varsity Sports Blend in at least 3 leadership positions Sprinkle AP & Honors classes liberally Acquire obscure talent such as playing a Theremin Add long-term anxiety disease Brag constantly about how you helped Jakito, a small African child, on a mission trip Drain all traces of possible love connection Substitute sleep for academia Bring stress to boil Add spoonful of “legacy” Separately mix “White Guilt” with a cup of diversity (Native American if available) Marinate in SAT classes Spread 2300mg of SAT on top Shake Well Ice decoratively with essays about Jakito Most batches must be rejected

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don't mention the pain what service would that gain? a simple cheesecake to share to see if this goes anywhere over the mountain, over the hill back to the animals on the window sill which leads me to here in which she's sitting there and she's fully aware, without a care and this table top seems so vastly beyond compare to any I've seen before through mind's open door be it fiction or folklore that delivers these visions of her form and ****** contour, direct to my head now beside her in bed, where days I have rested a change in the weather, in flocks and in feathers high tide in the seminal waters of the heart subsiding with tall tales of false starts but the rise rolls on again as it has through thick & through thin, a quivering theremin and so we begin, the song, the story, the count in to counterfeit original sin (you know what happened last time)

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Feb 14, 2012

Feb 14, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC

phocks

(a transcription of a dessert poem, finished at home)

don't mention the pain what service would that gain? a simple cheesecake to share to see if this goes anywhere over the mountain, over the hill back to the animals on the window sill which leads me to here in which she's sitting there and she's fully aware, without a care and this table top seems so vastly beyond compare to any I've seen before through mind's open door be it fiction or folklore that delivers these visions of her form and ****** contour, direct to my head now beside her in bed, where days I have rested a change in the weather, in flocks and in feathers high tide in the seminal waters of the heart subsiding with tall tales of false starts but the rise rolls on again as it has through thick & through thin, a quivering theremin and so we begin, the song, the story, the count in to counterfeit original sin (you know what happened last time)

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maybe you were right: i never brought home flowers or chocolate cleverly arranged in the shape of a heart and i couldn't afford a day at the spa but i'd always sit with my bare *** on the cold bathroom tile for hours and feed you toasted bits of cheese on ritz crackers while you cried in the bathtub i'd braid your hair as you let your fingers wrinkle until the water cooled off too much your ******* got hard and bubbles stuck to the cut of your shoulders because you were there when my mom's little car died on a backroad under the old black tree that scratched up the sky you pulled your pants up over ruby knees and asked me to fix your bra smoked a cigarette lying upside down across my damp chest facing my feet and made me make a promise while i traced music notes into the soft flesh of your back with my ***** fingernails and found the cracks in your porcelain ankles with my tongue you said my love for you is something that will never make sense and you never know what to do with your hands when i'm kissing you but you moaned the chorus while i sang verses into your bellybutton and tied a couple fingers to the soft web of hair behind your ears we were like two locusts fighting in a gossamer heap two weeks later you were dancing in my kitchen like a daffodil drunk on robotussin wearing only striped peppermint legwarmers and authentic dreamcatcher earrings so i bought a theremin from your favorite pawn shop and taught you how to tickle it and as the wind picked up whipped your hair into a crucial comet's tail and rustled the caterpillar from the windowpane back to it's home in the wormy grass i could hear the warm whistle it made when you played with it alone in the bedroom i am crying now while driving down highway one recalling how your nose crinkled when you smoked crushed roaches or the way your hair tasted in the morning and how you used to spit a little bit when you laughed and i can still hear that haunted echo even as the saltwater swells and splashes past the rocks that sun machine is just a distant memory now but it left burn marks on my skin and the floor where we tumbled and fought the first time i called you beautiful

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Feb 7, 2016

Feb 7, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC

david-badgerow

thereminist

maybe you were right: i never brought home flowers or chocolate cleverly arranged in the shape of a heart and i couldn't afford a day at the spa but i'd always sit with my bare *** on the cold bathroom tile for hours and feed you toasted bits of cheese on ritz crackers while you cried in the bathtub i'd braid your hair as you let your fingers wrinkle until the water cooled off too much your ******* got hard and bubbles stuck to the cut of your shoulders because you were there when my mom's little car died on a backroad under the old black tree that scratched up the sky you pulled your pants up over ruby knees and asked me to fix your bra smoked a cigarette lying upside down across my damp chest facing my feet and made me make a promise while i traced music notes into the soft flesh of your back with my ***** fingernails and found the cracks in your porcelain ankles with my tongue you said my love for you is something that will never make sense and you never know what to do with your hands when i'm kissing you but you moaned the chorus while i sang verses into your bellybutton and tied a couple fingers to the soft web of hair behind your ears we were like two locusts fighting in a gossamer heap two weeks later you were dancing in my kitchen like a daffodil drunk on robotussin wearing only striped peppermint legwarmers and authentic dreamcatcher earrings so i bought a theremin from your favorite pawn shop and taught you how to tickle it and as the wind picked up whipped your hair into a crucial comet's tail and rustled the caterpillar from the windowpane back to it's home in the wormy grass i could hear the warm whistle it made when you played with it alone in the bedroom i am crying now while driving down highway one recalling how your nose crinkled when you smoked crushed roaches or the way your hair tasted in the morning and how you used to spit a little bit when you laughed and i can still hear that haunted echo even as the saltwater swells and splashes past the rocks that sun machine is just a distant memory now but it left burn marks on my skin and the floor where we tumbled and fought the first time i called you beautiful

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You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found Listen, listen, listen To your sound O how marvelous you are Like lightning against the sky The music of your soul echoes Against all of creation Nature looks back at you Her breeze is her hands That comfort your anger Her thunder is a smile That soothes your pain Her rain is there to Teach you how to Forgive yourself Again and Again My sweet Music Box You don't ever have to leave me You will never forget how to sing Like a bee on the seashore Crawling towards the never ending ocean The impossible salty sea I will be here to guide you Towards the light Back to your life Let me be your sonic boom Let me be your favorite room Let me wind your Music Box So we can sing your Favorite tune You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found Know this by heart and Listen, listen, listen To your sound You are the Music Box that I designed Sing along with me Listen to our chime Listen to our bell Listen to the psalm That together we unveil We are the sheet music of ravens Perched like notes on wires Across the skies as the Sunrise inspires Our call We run with the magic Of a brilliant ballad We vibrate We shake We earthquake Through it all In between rocks We are meteors and comets My Music Box We rock and roll In this canticle We are the original The golden oldie Of the galaxy Be my anthem I'll be your hymn Listen, listen, listen To your sound again You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found You are the fire of a thousand choirs You are the ecstasy The Universe Desires © tHE tERRY tREE

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC

terry-tree

MUSIC BOX

You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found Listen, listen, listen To your sound O how marvelous you are Like lightning against the sky The music of your soul echoes Against all of creation Nature looks back at you Her breeze is her hands That comfort your anger Her thunder is a smile That soothes your pain Her rain is there to Teach you how to Forgive yourself Again and Again My sweet Music Box You don't ever have to leave me You will never forget how to sing Like a bee on the seashore Crawling towards the never ending ocean The impossible salty sea I will be here to guide you Towards the light Back to your life Let me be your sonic boom Let me be your favorite room Let me wind your Music Box So we can sing your Favorite tune You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found Know this by heart and Listen, listen, listen To your sound You are the Music Box that I designed Sing along with me Listen to our chime Listen to our bell Listen to the psalm That together we unveil We are the sheet music of ravens Perched like notes on wires Across the skies as the Sunrise inspires Our call We run with the magic Of a brilliant ballad We vibrate We shake We earthquake Through it all In between rocks We are meteors and comets My Music Box We rock and roll In this canticle We are the original The golden oldie Of the galaxy Be my anthem I'll be your hymn Listen, listen, listen To your sound again You are the piano in my throat You are the harp in my hands You are the drum in my heart You are the tune that understands You are the violin in my mind You are the theremin in my third eye You are the whisper of an ultrasound You are the chorus that never sings goodbye You are the sacred note I've found You are the fire of a thousand choirs You are the ecstasy The Universe Desires © tHE tERRY tREE

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I turned into an alley that had No right to exist The walls stretched at impossible Angles while the graffiti Writhed like snakes Letters curling as they worked to Unspell themselves before Reforming into shapes That I couldn’t comprehend Spray-painted faces snarled Whispered Laughed Every corner I passed Seemed to fold inward Narrowing Bending Guiding me deeper into a labyrinth That was neither city nor dream Smoke from a joint Or maybe the air itself Curled around me Forming letters Warnings I could almost read Shapes hovered like Half-formed geometry The theremin-like wail From the previous night returned Sharper Higher Twisted into an accusation that I could feel behind my ribs

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC

Sorelle

Fractured Horizons

I turned into an alley that had No right to exist The walls stretched at impossible Angles while the graffiti Writhed like snakes Letters curling as they worked to Unspell themselves before Reforming into shapes That I couldn’t comprehend Spray-painted faces snarled Whispered Laughed Every corner I passed Seemed to fold inward Narrowing Bending Guiding me deeper into a labyrinth That was neither city nor dream Smoke from a joint Or maybe the air itself Curled around me Forming letters Warnings I could almost read Shapes hovered like Half-formed geometry The theremin-like wail From the previous night returned Sharper Higher Twisted into an accusation that I could feel behind my ribs

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Theremin arsenals reverberate sunsets to connect tin units.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC

richard-j-heby

There are

Theremin arsenals reverberate sunsets to connect tin units.

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Most love poems bore me, mostly in the same way as nature photography and pictures of my latte art does. being hipster bores me, you cant get by these days with a side buzz and a fascination with the theremin with out getting yourself lumped in. this all coming from the same girl that is wearing white converse with the classic red stripe right below her yoga's, at least her boyfriend with the Eric Hosmer hair cut seems nice. anyways, I probably should not be so cruel. we all get hurt from time to time, I just wish there were more original was to express it.

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC

giano-m-hurtado

I have written to many love songs

Most love poems bore me, mostly in the same way as nature photography and pictures of my latte art does. being hipster bores me, you cant get by these days with a side buzz and a fascination with the theremin with out getting yourself lumped in. this all coming from the same girl that is wearing white converse with the classic red stripe right below her yoga's, at least her boyfriend with the Eric Hosmer hair cut seems nice. anyways, I probably should not be so cruel. we all get hurt from time to time, I just wish there were more original was to express it.

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Ticking clocks paint the air with time Zippers drag slow with a mellow chime Graffiti walls whisper in neon hues Skateboards cruise under psychedelic blues Theremin cries like a ghost in the night Squeaky floors sing in a flickering light Dulcimers hum a kaleidoscopic trance City bones shake with its cosmic dance Dreams drip down in tie-dye streams Stardust heavy like shattered beams Baby scratches echo The bass unfolds The universe spins in colours untold Moon winks as the streets come alive Vibrations hum through technicoloured eyes Broken tiles sing beneath our feet Melodies thrive where chaos meets Time slows down in this painted maze Eyes wide open in a lucid haze Clock hands melt feral and free A symphony born in graffiti debris

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC

Sorelle

Neon Reverie: Kaleidoscopic Dreams

Ticking clocks paint the air with time Zippers drag slow with a mellow chime Graffiti walls whisper in neon hues Skateboards cruise under psychedelic blues Theremin cries like a ghost in the night Squeaky floors sing in a flickering light Dulcimers hum a kaleidoscopic trance City bones shake with its cosmic dance Dreams drip down in tie-dye streams Stardust heavy like shattered beams Baby scratches echo The bass unfolds The universe spins in colours untold Moon winks as the streets come alive Vibrations hum through technicoloured eyes Broken tiles sing beneath our feet Melodies thrive where chaos meets Time slows down in this painted maze Eyes wide open in a lucid haze Clock hands melt feral and free A symphony born in graffiti debris

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