Hums Poems - Poems about Hums

I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands. Rain, like liquid glass, trickles down the banyan and banana leaves, the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn, and as a lullaby induces me to sleep. The sowing takes place in paddy...

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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124). Dressed up in their September best, Falling silent, swirling and twirling Reminiscing on how they’ve been blessed By the God who created them With all their vibrancy and...

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feather wings rapid aeronautical mini hovering fowl sweets...

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There is that repetitious hum as clothes in the wash are spun, the fridge plays some offbeat melody while you struggle to find something good on tv; for a moment there is that ring of telephone marketers selling everything all they really want to get is your credit card number to put you in deeper debt; step outside and...

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The sounds of nature's music with fiery passion she breathes with a sunny disposition she gives off radiating heat basking on paradise shores with a magnetic push and pull she transforms herself earth to heaven's door as she continually hums her music....

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she hums an endless tune as she lovingly folds his shirt each crease and fold perfectly placed in synchronous harmony knowing that ten minutes of work will hide all her effort Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry in Korea. Sijo have three long lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line...

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as night classic fades humming one two Mozart notes lovers gently kiss Judy Konos' Get Your Senryu On Contest 4/11/15...

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This is fabricated evidence of love Forged reports of a representative that cares We are stripped of our skins Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us Barely a millimeter apart They're already larger than life and yet they still walk on stilts The men in black suits waving identification like batons Don't tell them a damned thing He waits alone in...

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