Our Group Poems
This is a collection of poems written. Guided by a creative writing instructor. We each wrote a line of a poem, inspired by music or a photograph. During the creative writing, after a person wrote one line the paper was folded over and the next person wrote a different line without seeing what the previous person had written. Some of the results were amazing.
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Depressingly uplifting, I prefer the funeral music.
Water dripping on the rocks after the rain
Good to listen to
It was good, so soft, let us do go there again
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It s like a jewellery box
Gently, gently it flows
A positive person, orchestrated this
To be listened to and finished with a powerful blow
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Crazy, endless the thought that was the madness,
winter, sadness, fortunately it did end.
Whats right? Whats wrong?
His fingers dance across the keys, light as rain drops.
PS - The butterfly reached the field of flowers
Its life seemed complete
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As the Docks slid skittering on the ice
Who is playing so melodiously as the house sleeps?
All following each other, notes of quietness
but gently particularly soft touch
Thank God for electrical failures
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She danced, serene in vision, frantic at heart
The dewdrops grew heavy and fell to the ground
one by one
Over and over touching the keys and flying on
Soft each note is following each other
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Gentle light beautiful clarity-light touch notes all performing
piano lessons I fortunately missed
prancing around the garden
it is great to listen.
Sort of like Tubular Bells, reminds me of Mike Oldfield
Luckily it ain't
Nice smile, nice personality.
Heart full of joy, she leaps!
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Taking lots of drugs and tablets
It was a different sound
Towards a distant hill. Far, far, away
Then the water flowed away
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Pivotal music mastered after concentrated practice.
Notes all beautiful quiet touch very gentle
30 Bottles of beer on the shelf. Take one down
29 Bottles of beer on the shelf
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The feel of being high
Friday is here, the weekend is near
Spinning, Spinning, feet barely touch the floor.
The sunlight reflected off the water
I know that tone, it lures me on to heights unknown
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Pleasant, funeral music, comforting
the mourners
Until we go to the pub to drink in their
memory
Try to be happy
In the dark soil a seedling emerges
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Avant Garde music, wirely, no sense
very distraught
Music is not together not in tune, very
It all made sense in the end
As it did for everyone else Mad
the same look on there face
Extremely long and daunting
annoying dead music and flat
like coffee with no water
slowly walking people thinking of the past
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The rain drips down the cold glass window
Bird of prey soaring around
Wish you could be hence with me today
When will it finish, how will it be?
is there any other way?
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Lovely noise to sit and think
the mother wails as she holds the tear-soaked handkerchief between stoney fingers
as the snow gently covers the grave stones
haunting yet beautiful, the voice of an angel
listen to nothing
the bell tolls, the birds soar
why does this go on and on?
No-ones knows why, we simply live our lives and listen.
Wind blowing the grass cool breeze
takes me to times long ago in other worlds
not in tune just all over the place.
Fling high, being thrown around
I like it. The music is very soothing
haunting, methodic, I listen, dream of when I was a child of ten again
things go bad or good but the earth keeps turning
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After the ephemeral
the essence awaits
like it has always awaited
and now the Day has come
To an end
Emptying the vessel and
falling into the pool of
Stillness
It's finished, at last.
This is a collection of poems written. Guided by a creative writing instructor. We each wrote a line of a poem, inspired by music or a photograph. During the creative writing, after a person wrote one line the paper was folded over and the next person wrote a different line without seeing what the previous person had written. Some of the results were amazing.
#########
Depressingly uplifting, I prefer the funeral music.
Water dripping on the rocks after the rain
Good to listen to
It was good, so soft, let us do go there again
#################
It s like a jewellery box
Gently, gently it flows
A positive person, orchestrated this
To be listened to and finished with a powerful blow
#######################
Crazy, endless the thought that was the madness,
winter, sadness, fortunately it did end.
Whats right? Whats wrong?
His fingers dance across the keys, light as rain drops.
PS - The butterfly reached the field of flowers
Its life seemed complete
############################
As the Docks slid skittering on the ice
Who is playing so melodiously as the house sleeps?
All following each other, notes of quietness
but gently particularly soft touch
Thank God for electrical failures
#################################
She danced, serene in vision, frantic at heart
The dewdrops grew heavy and fell to the ground
one by one
Over and over touching the keys and flying on
Soft each note is following each other
#############################################
Gentle light beautiful clarity-light touch notes all performing
piano lessons I fortunately missed
prancing around the garden
it is great to listen.
Sort of like Tubular Bells, reminds me of Mike Oldfield
Luckily it ain't
Nice smile, nice personality.
Heart full of joy, she leaps!
########################
Taking lots of drugs and tablets
It was a different sound
Towards a distant hill. Far, far, away
Then the water flowed away
######################################
Pivotal music mastered after concentrated practice.
Notes all beautiful quiet touch very gentle
30 Bottles of beer on the shelf. Take one down
29 Bottles of beer on the shelf
#################
The feel of being high
Friday is here, the weekend is near
Spinning, Spinning, feet barely touch the floor.
The sunlight reflected off the water
I know that tone, it lures me on to heights unknown
###########################
Pleasant, funeral music, comforting
the mourners
Until we go to the pub to drink in their
memory
Try to be happy
In the dark soil a seedling emerges
############################
Avant Garde music, wirely, no sense
very distraught
Music is not together not in tune, very
It all made sense in the end
As it did for everyone else Mad
the same look on there face
Extremely long and daunting
annoying dead music and flat
like coffee with no water
slowly walking people thinking of the past
################################
The rain drips down the cold glass window
Bird of prey soaring around
Wish you could be hence with me today
When will it finish, how will it be?
is there any other way?
######################
Lovely noise to sit and think
the mother wails as she holds the tear-soaked handkerchief between stoney fingers
as the snow gently covers the grave stones
haunting yet beautiful, the voice of an angel
listen to nothing
the bell tolls, the birds soar
why does this go on and on?
No-ones knows why, we simply live our lives and listen.
Wind blowing the grass cool breeze
takes me to times long ago in other worlds
not in tune just all over the place.
Fling high, being thrown around
I like it. The music is very soothing
haunting, methodic, I listen, dream of when I was a child of ten again
things go bad or good but the earth keeps turning
#################
After the ephemeral
the essence awaits
like it has always awaited
and now the Day has come
To an end
Emptying the vessel and
falling into the pool of
Stillness
It's finished, at last.