Violins Poems

Violins poems bring the best collection of short and long violins poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great violins rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these violins poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on violins are here for you.

The Violin Maker

The Violin Maker long poem

The Violin Maker awakes and heats his glue in a coffee can rigged on a hotplate. He is aged and stiff like his wood piles of it stacked and waiting spruce special ordered from Ohio oak pieces from a broken

Poems containing references to : Violins

First And Last Woman

First And Last Woman prose poem

She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away

What Is Beauty?

What Is Beauty? long poem

What is beauty? Is it on a cloudless night, when every star that has ever lived is in the sky, in your and only your sight, and it’s nothing you have ever seen before? Is it when the sun neither

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A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

Boxed People

Boxed People short poem prose poem

During one of my procrastinating sessions, I stumbled upon the similarity of people and boxes. They all come in various forms, shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The large ones, the small ones, the fat ones the tall ones, the clay

From Lids

From Lids short poem

a facsimile of torture candlelit in moony dark i want to unread the anointed death on this tip of an arrow, here it comes the hissed phrase wrenching the gut – for conceptual withdrawl, dawn of dark secrets without footprints

Brain-dead

Brain dead short poem

Reading more between the words, my fractured dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river becoming red, a paranoid delirium sets out a scream under the praised beheading of a jolted lover

Unearth

Unearth short poem

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re galumphed seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. Remember a beggar and

There Is No End

There Is No End ode

Oneness of creation Simple observation A disease is there Herbs will care Are you feeling ill? Is your face dull? A medicine plant Flourishes to grant Healing To ease your painful feeling A perfect nature Surrounding you With balance and

Someday

Someday short poem

If I asked you to stay just this once , what would you say? can I hear your reply without tears in my eyes? would you hold me till the next day? or tell me you cannot stay? If all

It’s No Secret

It’s No Secret short poem

Walk with me through the gate and garden I have a story to tell you ‘Lil darlin’ but understand it was a different way of life in 1864 when the country was divided and thrown into a civil war… it

Armistice

Armistice short poem

unrearthing the fallen saint you wash your feet and enter the temple of forgotten god: cult of escapc from tangled half- truths with dramatic entry of hysterics you fail to accept yourself, the grieving death – mask transcends a fresco

Note To Mind

Note To Mind short poem

Where do you go when you are not here, Sometimes you’re away for days, Your absence leaves me with such fear, So scared in a million ways. You give me no sign that you’ll be gone, You just up and

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Learn to love

Learn to love long poem

me, my car and a never ending road, that is all I have, that is all I need, racing through unknown lands, trying to leave the hurt behind, seeing the sun go down witnessing the dawn of Venus the Orion

In The Moments Before The Shot

In The Moments Before The Shot short poem

Silence. Adrenaline pumping. Blood waiting to flow. The back of my head is cold. I can’t move an inch. I can’t even speak. Cold sweat Running down my face. Breath, rhythmic and stuttering. Everything flashes past my eyes In a

Somewhere Yonder Is… You…

Somewhere Yonder Is... You... ode

Summer storms, Winter calls and a road I hardly ever knew Summer storms, winter calls and a hope for a touch of truth I seek, I search, I fly, I run, I walk, I crawl, I drag myself all around

Awakening.

Awakening. short poem

In growing silence of the soul, With soulful emotions, To keep alive the passions Of the yearning heart, My mind drifts on, In the sea of life. A numbness spreads, In a chasm so vast, Leaving a path behind, The

Did You Miss Me ?

Did You Miss Me ? long poem

I slept wondering if he would miss me Was it easy for him to leave me? I saw him going happily Surprisingly He came back and asked me If I would like to come along with him My eyes startled

Musings Over A Passing Day

Musings Over A Passing  Day prose poem

It’s the new year eve once again and I am happy but a little pensive too . Silently I hear the clock ticking and watch the tiny moments slipping from my hand like the grains of sand in the hour

Nailed To The Cross

Nailed To The Cross short poem

There are no crows by that side of the road just dust and debris from the long-fallow field and that legless marionette hanging from a frame it never seems to age, its expression unchanging a glint of oversized eyes, vicious

The Greatest Love

The Greatest Love short poem

They say love is blind, love is fake, they say it’s a thin line between love and hate, some love is real, some love we make, some love is weak, some love is great, is love a feeling or just

The End Of The World

The End Of The World short poem

Do you think it’s the end? the wild waves foaming over the gardens of paradise the sinners still floating The rich getting richer the poor slobbering in poverty down the dark trails of doom homeless and starving Do you think

Mercy

Mercy short poem

The plan was thought out, Execution nearly flawless, In and out of the bank, Two men so lawless. Tellers shook, guns drew, Security was a fill in, The managers off too, A day when no one could lose. Twenty seconds

The Mountain Side

The Mountain Side short poem

Those mountains, that tree, these rocks, oh what colorful leaves! I glare there I see gleaming that peaceful lake. Above high in the sky soars a bald eagle, a strong eagle one who shows pride oh my I see, just

Love Sonnet 36

Love Sonnet 36 sonnet poems

My love is much like gem of royal crown, Appraised through fire that it’s luster would bring, And though no throne, my heart has ever known, With her around, I would feel like a king; She is at par with

Comfortably Numb

Comfortably Numb short poem

Each day brings a new turmoil unfazed i stand it pricks me like a needle and i keep standing tall don’t even acknowledge the sting am becoming numb another threshold another day am waiting for the moment when i finally

Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

Strange Dreams

Strange Dreams short poem

Rose petals, dried leaves and wet earth wet bark of the trees, a dripping lamp post a man huddled in a trench coat sitting on a bench, a cold bench his boots soggy, his eyes damp clutched in his hands

Your Choice

Your Choice short poem

It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,

Bucket List

Bucket List short poem

I seen it in a movie once, the person made a list, All the the things he wants to do and all the things he missed, It really got me thinking what my list would be, I wondered what hope

Twice Tomorrow

Twice Tomorrow short poem

I love you today more than yesterday, I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow. I can see our love is meant to be, I can feel it and you can surely see. I’ll prove my love over and over, and

The Nirvana

The Nirvana short poem

Tracing the primordial culture of truth in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer. Still the negative effect prevails increasing the confusion. Existence in now, has a travesty of truth. Can we breakaway from our past? Can we exist between

Beware of your Strength!

Beware of your Strength! short poem

She sat gazing at her palms, In them a red bloodied heart pumping its last She watched as it lost the fight Till there was nothing but black and white. She caught a glimpse of my retreating back As I

Co

Co short poem

Some science and commerce words are cut to use ‘co’ in shortcut. The intelligent way of stamping saves the labor of writing. Company loses its ‘mpany’ and ‘C0’ never looks funny. Another ‘Co’ presents color of black berry and ‘Cobalt’

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

All Soul’s Day

All Souls Day short poem

In memory of Malcolm Lowry It is a time of wind and rain and in the green wood the voices of the dead coagulate and skim this edge of consciousness. It is a time of heavy-hearted dread. It is the

From My Journals ‘depression’

From My Journals depression prose poem

Conspicuous characteristic distinguishing self-sustaining of my will to be or not to be … The mind agitated, darkness to be filtered slowly, carefully to sustain its fragile shell … we are shaken not stirred. If only you could have saved

Advancing

Advancing short poem

Beckon me through the maze Lighting my footsteps as I tread Quiet my heart to follow with no fear of what’s ahead Still my mind to sense the way Let my trust outlive this day May no harm or hurt

Capetonia Flatsenburg

Capetonia Flatsenburg long poem

We never regret being insubordinate, but she has room for those torn apart, despite their hearts so full of hate. Their tears are the hurts of the heart. They cry not knowing, she is watching, listening, concerned of their well-being,