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EliMay Apr 11
A world void of noise,
Of color and emotion.
The shadows dancing to the silence.
The shores flowing on a rhythmic wave.

It is you.
Your glory and presence
Wiping the soot away.
Filling sinners hearts with
Hopeful intentions.
A promise to your everlasting fortune.

A spiral of notes
Dancing in the wind
Bringing your voice to my ears
As the most beautiful symphony of truths.

The drum beating of my heart
A reminder of your blood
The sacrifice of your life
For my sins.
It is your presence
That shows me how to be the light.
The color and melodies
Of a not to distant land.
To live as you would want us
To show the love you give us
And guide those shadows to your light.
Bring the light of love to those around you!!
MetaVerse Feb 28
There once was a man from Zumbrota
Who'd **** down a 2-liter soda,
     Then burp up a symphony
     By Beethoven winsomely,
From the first bar to the end of the coda.
MetaVerse Feb 27
He wouldn't compose a cantata,
A symphony, song, or sonata:
     The best of his best
     Is a piece that's one rest,
Played f and with a fermata.
I have never seen an ugly flower
Flowers are always full of grandeur
Flowers are known to be beautiful
All the time, that's stupendously wonderful
All flowers speak a beautiful language
That we all fully comprehend. In this day and age
Everybody is yearning to hear the voice of love
The voice of a symphony coming from above
Yes, everybody loves the language of the flowers
It is a language, a sound of joy between lovers
And friends. Love is at the center of everything
Please keep on dreaming, please keep on speaking
The language of the flowers, the language of all colors
The dialect of the epicureans, the language of all lovers
I only see beautiful flowers in spring, fall, summer and winter
One flower has the power to improve the mood of a lover
Bring a flower to a lover, I guarantee you that you'll be happy
Keep on speaking the language of the flowers to spread unity
Love, respect, peace and the incredible fondness that we all need
Flowers do not discriminate or use foul words. Lead and feed
Inspire and incense the world with the perfume of the flowers
With the aroma of a stylish language and exquisite manners.

Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
With these cold hands I write my symphony
With yours you've made yourself an enemy
And I sat and endured humility
Took the names and the liability.

I took it upon myself to curse and heal
I sat there and built a fever dream
Your words remembrance in my soul
A little fame from you I stole.

And perhaps I wanted you to be seen
In a light that was a little too mean
And I don't blame myself for the betrayal
Because I stood there a little too loyal.

And petty laughs I know you muffle
Ignorance in full throttle
We pray to the same deities but we do it differently
Are we to blame a deity
Or the society
For an unfair calamity
Id rather pretend to be
Almighty.
apricot Sep 2024
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Autumn's hue, a season anew,
With friends, we dance, and laugh, and do,
In golden light, our hearts take flight,
As leaves fall soft, a symphony in sight.

The rustle of leaves, a sweet refrain,
We chase, we play, and we gain,
In woods so grand, our souls are freed,
Together we roam, our joy unseated.

The breeze whispers tales of days past,
Our laughter echoes, our joy will last,
As we gather 'neath the setting sun,
Our memories made, our fun is done.
Nigdaw May 2024
I have worked out small talk

two people ask questions
of each other, neither
want an answer to
and without listening
to what the other comes up with
think of the next manoeuvre  
until they are locked
in meaningless conversation
that no one can break
like music, a symphony
of nonsense with the guy
on symbols waiting
to crash out at the end
Symphony tickled his hair,
                   where he reckoned her perfume stayed.
The thoughts he had in a daydream,
                   are lost where she laid.

With her beat that skipped his heart,
                   she tied the strings he had in line,
The sweet 'Eurekas' perched like sharp darts,
                   she knitted his time and trapped his mind.

Her hemp stitched to his fine lace,
                   she pulled the thread on his hand.
Soft tucked linen of her rose and haze,
                   he was resting in her abode of sand.

His ears to her lullabies, rings in her reminisce,
                   to sing with warmth as they duel.
Her solo piano played the one he missed,
                   her voice echoed for his jewel.

Not rarely, he sat by her shores hence forth,
                  to witness her shades of scarlet,
His hand choked the gin in her ode,
                  and raised the nine clouds to his head.

In silent white garlands and prayers,
                 She whispered his spirit as her's walked back.
He knew her bliss to caress his twin three years,
                 when they inked her back to black.
pio son pie Nov 2023
In life’s tempest, you’re my guiding light, A testament to love’s unyielding might. Your strength and grace, a beacon true, Through life’s dense fog, I follow you.

Our journey, a winding road we tread, Through joy and sorrow, by love we’re led. Your laughter, your tears, they form our song, In life’s grand symphony, we belong.

Your birthday, another year’s sunrise, A testament to love that never dies. In the night’s vast canvas, you’re my star, A beacon of love, no matter how far.

In your absence’s silence, I discover, A melody sweet, like no other. If memories fade, close to my heart I’ll keep them, In our love’s symphony, emotions run deep.

So here’s to us, to another year of delight, In life’s symphony, you’re my moonlight. I love you, today and always, my dear, In our love’s symphony, I hold you near.
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