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Best Poems About / On MUSIC
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Violin
She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.
Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.
Melodrama swayed in satin sound
Yet the player wasnt there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.
I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening:
Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.
Then a climax
Writhing passion cutting deep
Wounding macho flesh,
And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.
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Mark R Slaughter
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Music
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the only friend I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When I feel like I can't survive
jackrabbit krjs
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The Music
I hear the music
The music is playing
The music is soft
The music is now fading
The music is gone
Which means so is my life
No music means no life
The music is gone
Come back to me music
The Music is begining
I have a life
The music is pretty
The Music is wonderful
Oh no
The music is fading again
I love the music
The music is gone
Good bye music
Kathryn Thompson
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Mammary Tunes
Under heavy haze I cast an ear
Was that a distant hymn?
To view, to peer ahead,
I span thro sharpened eyes,
Connecting brain. Surprise
Awards emotion to the show
A fine refrain.
I think I know the source:
Without recourse my keen and
Eager shoes propel my whole.
And she regales me as I close
The drifting notes propose I place
An ear to verge upon the emanation.
Choice of left or right
Invites and overwhelms;
A brief respite, and then
I poise an aural organ,
Seeking out the balance
In the tone from rhythmic flesh.
O Holy Grail, the sweet spot!
Honed in stereophony and
Mastered out of euphony:
Her music
Diaphragms of luscious areolae
Give the tune
Atop a vibrant bass
Quivers in the
Belly of her breast.
And presently
I fall beneath a spell of heady music
As her reproductive cushions do the rest.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Mark R Slaughter
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