Theme Poems - Poems about Theme

To list all of Betty White’s accomplishments, besides The Golden Girls, I’d have to write a book. I’m thrilled that now, for just seventy-three cents, I can place her image on an envelope. Take a look! (Notes) Every blond hair is perfectly in place. As always, she wears a genuine smile. A hint of mischief graces her...

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In shadow, he stands~ not as a man but as an echo; His bow,a ladder to unknown sanctuary; In his hand, draws breath of strings like a promise made before birth. The first note is not played~ It is adrift. Low and slow, as if mourning something not yet lost but already grieved. Andrei does not memorise He remembers each motion of his...

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Yesterday I forgot how to fly. I went to take off and the sky wouldn't take me. Clouds too puffed up to let someone like me into their streets. They must have taken them - my wings. They think I don't belong there. I know because that's where the rest of humanity is - on the ground. Now that I think about...

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Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Lord Polonius to Laertes - Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 3 your magnitude of desire is an ocean that can only be scantily filled. the vendors cast a net to trap thee into their web of deceit. you crave for fashion far...

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( A university-life vignette) It’s Saturday morning. Lisa, Leong and I were in the common area, lazing about. “This is what happened to us (Lisa and I) last night.” I said, beginning to explain last night's trauma to Leong. “We were at the event and it was dead and empty—there was just another couple there. It...

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A jukebox ending the silence masks the dialogue in your mind; That beat’s a saving grace, with a chorus left on repeat; Guitars that are louder than hell are fresh air that open those lungs; Finally you exhale, the sound explodes into a storm; Snarling they call it an anthem, put your money where your mouth is! Sometimes it is joined noise. Either way? It...

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I listened through the distortion a tone unrecognized Queit and gentle sounds soothing pitches harmonized before the night an evening exchange happy to see you so glad you came have a good time sip and mingle some of folks would make you wish you were single let the pending night bring the unmarried together enjoy yourself you can't beat the weather ...

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The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand, Points to a sky it can no longer command. Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze, Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees. The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn, Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn. Once, children squealed, clinging to their steeds, Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds. The cotton candy stand,...

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Grass is green, they say it's true But green ain't just a simple hue Green's the colour, green's the life Green's the struggle, green's the strife Some folks green with envy's sting While others green up everything We green our planet, plant by plant But some just green their pockets, can't you understand? The grass is green on the other side That's what they...

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The sun is fading slowly, drinks are on the tray Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay Petunias heady smell spreads out tonight It starts with mournful cry of gulls in twilight air The overture of yours, that weeping chord! Then comes a theme of oboe, I am...

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1. Building Tension Did you ever stand on stage, behind the big curtain. Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain, watching the audience looking at the stage. Your knees are shaking, your mouth is going dry. Your thoughts are racing, will I remember my lines? The act before you is almost done, your time is coming up way too fast. This is "building tension"...

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Edit on line 7 There he was – my first boyfriend ever - leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him over to my town to see me before I left for college even though we had broken up a few years back. I had met him at church camp several years earlier - John, with that cute...

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You are mine. Taste the wine. Hungry lips. Just take small sips. Chance one last dance. Moments enhance. Feels like romance. Could be forever. A last endeavor. Its now or never. Like two passing ships. Our lunar eclipse. ...

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#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED... THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS TO ME! CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE, DIVING INTO A WARM SEA ENCOUNTERING IMAGES OF VIVID COLORED CORAL AND ROCK... PLUM/ORANGE/TURQUOISE & BLACKBERRY. AS WELL, A NEWLY DISCOVERED HUE POPS OUT...

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"a new theme song" always in the darkest of moments there remains life breathing and beating with fallen angels holding on carrying grace silently with unseen tears and alone doing what they do best showing their painted face every emotion tucked away and hidden so far away forgetting the loss of life and oneself yet still glowing outwardly in the center of...

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