Quavers Poems - Poems about Quavers

...I'm symphony in your hands fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory it's black and white tonight and every other night stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch the sighing n......Read the rest...

...Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr, Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning; Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic, Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whis......Read the rest...

...In field of emotions, a fire-storm has grown, Seeds of rebellion aflame and wind-borne are sown. Creating chaotic scenes, burned by spirit's flame, Fomented fervor, a revolutionary game. Foment......Read the rest...

...If peace was like a river then it would not be peace It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas Shouts and screams cha......Read the rest...

...When alive and livingsocial within webbed wide world analogous to an emotional hell I never experienced pomp and circumstances, and quavers with inconsolable tears graduation theme song popular......Read the rest...

...Within the frame a sepia scene a dusty porch a rickety chair the fabric of your dusky face creased with ceaseless sunbaked woes your old pair of getaway feet gives a different walk of life......Read the rest...

...This is midnight, all slept indeed, The factory bells do chime, Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise From yonder darkling clime. No one is there, two faint lamps glare, Who rang the rus......Read the rest...

...I'm the noisy honk-a-donk Now shuffle over I need somewhere to plonk That's not quite comfy Hey move your feet! For this comfy space well have to compete. I'm Free as a bird so unencumbered,......Read the rest...

...indescribable, untranscribable ~ imbibable, your exotic, quixotic perfume spiraled me into a quandary of dirty laundry, penance, no superintendents in attendance I come from ragged boys, no ......Read the rest...

...Her spouse wise or unwise, who can tell. Does he dream in midnight hues? Oh why doesn’t he wake up, or at least spit out that last sleeping pill. He might choke on it. The still of the night rattled ......Read the rest...

...Ludwig Leichart This perplexing country, (such an under statement), where rivers run upside down, marbles are strewn by the Devil and Songlines etched in memory are sung by those few who kno......Read the rest...

...Upon the stillness of Big Sur clouds High atop the silent summits My solitude lies with sages In this place of heaven Endeared To come to peace In the ruins of the moon Laying my body to r......Read the rest...

...My mother-in-law is a ghost Who lived her life on beans and toast And since her parting Never stops farting Nor complaining I'm a poor host!......Read the rest...

...Mother bartered me to an Englishman. His tribe made televisions. In those days televisions were wooden vehicles crafted out of electric fans and the spare parts of flying saucers. Later he beca......Read the rest...

...If peace was like a river then it would not be peace It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas Shouts and screams cha......Read the rest...