Playing Poems - Poems about Playing

The cacophony never lasted long we always found new variations to the same ancient music. If at times a sobering truth impelled us to acknowledge, that the opus of our works was merely a divertimenti, played by a band of blind mice, we still believed, in that grand symphonic final. It is reassuring to know, we can still whistle a broken melody, as a concert hall empties...

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An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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“How my life has changed” “Reformation” I wrote a poem A long time ago. It was full of despair And gray cloudy skies. It made me cry. I then saw a child, Playing in a park, Laughing and full of joy. I wrote no more Of gray cloudy skies. “Reformation-2” I wrote a poem The other day, It was full of joy And sunny skies. It made me smile. I...

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Curveballs come and they go They exist in mere Fragments of time As they test our consciousness And stretch our faith They provide us with an opportunity to define Who we really are Curveballs come and they go They are not meant To rip us apart As they challenge our focus And strengthen our hope They provide us with a fresh start On a journey of self-renewal Curveballs come...

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Lightning flashes so brightly outside; rain's falling fast and furious. Feeling vibrations in my fingers jolts loosen the window pane. Delightful, but frightful, quivers follow. Mummy shudders, shoulders and head; Sissy covers up her ears. I'm deaf, my other senses eagerly expect something after sparks. I wait and faces change. Like a sudden tag game, I see the brilliant flashes. Sissy tags me, "You're IT!" I can guess...

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2025.4.10 It has been 9 months since I played piano. In the first few months, I received few compliments. I was not confident and felt embarrassed instead. But eventually, I receive them every day and everywhere I play. I even have a fan, who said "I get up early to come here, To hear you play and to see you". I met a young...

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Inconversant Ivan is inconsolable and inconspicuously indistinctly Illinois and Iowa ignorant. Instinctively and incredulously inducing Illustrative ideas that implement indefinable individual Indifference, ignoring Aunt Inez’s illustrious ideals....

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Shadow dancing, her heart stirs in the still memories flood her mind embraced by the journey celebrations of love and life, softly playing in soundless cries still as the effervescence sparkling on the seas, rushing to meet the beach in noisy dreams, echoing through her breathless heartbeats… shadow dancing, the sands erase the dreams as silence feeds the memories quenching the thirst of yesterday’s peace flowing through the spirit chasing...

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I don’t want to be anyone’s fool; I just want to be yours Yes, go on, blame me, I know, I am just a lost cause But never the victim, because I am enjoying the ride And, if I said I never loved you; then know I have lied I am just so addicted to all the games you...

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MY MUSIC JOURNEY. I was born in a capital city, Of an undeveloped country. Into a middle class family. I lived in a street full of guitars. My first musical instrument was, Either guitar or harmonica, I was very young then and can not remember, How I got my first guitar. It was a classical one and I played by the ears. Fortunately, I had...

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The jury said the defendant was guilty So the judge ruled 30 days in the klinky If you visit the slammer He'll be in his pyjammers Playing a wee tune on his dinghy ...

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mysterious mystical myriad-minded Milton mustered mutable muscle-bound Man’s mutinous modernistic money-making merriment mystifying mushy mike’s mangled monkeys...

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gigantean gibber-gabble gives girlish gander goose genuine goluptious gobbledygook glorifying glimmering glimpses of greasy glossy glittering goose gossip....

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You are become a dodge of love, My Dearest… Or there are arrows other than my own, That would entendril you once they have pierced, That will deprive you of a higher throne… Yet, I'll not Queen you yet, before time bends, And you are sought by sots who drink perfume, For I will know, before, what are your ends And I...

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Carpal tunnel twinges punctuate a torpid afternoon, as row on row we line the aisles and stare at nothing with the guarded anonymity of urinating men. My thumb is on the lever, moving almost imperceptibly, as marbles rocket into space and filter down through obstacles designed to keep the management in business. The captive of a chain reaction freed from craving by acceptance of the preordained, I decompose, am compromised, incorporated...

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