Soul Tunes

by Michael   Mar 22, 2008


Maestro start.

Slowly raise the string's voices
Against the red trains of daylight transits.

Morning breeze ruffles the grass again,
Evening's fog is beginning to drift again.

Windows slightly ajar,
Doors already unlocked,
Steps ringing with soft brass steps.

Neighborhoods begin to rise in high pitch,
The rising steam lowers the soft ground.

A parade is running down the backbones of paved skin,
Their work is always and never complete.

Music is not suppose to make sense
I'm just waking up.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Miley

    Wow i liked it it was good

  • 16 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Maestro start.
    ^^^
    [Though it should have a comma after "maestro"...
    This is one of the most brilliant beginnings I've ever read.]

    Music is not suppose[d] to make sense[, ]I'm just waking up.
    ^^^
    Two errors there, but other than that.. Great god.
    This is the most magnificent ending ever.

    I've always said the ending and the beginning are the most important, and the thing is, you nailed them both.

    The middle is a little shaky..
    I feel you could put a lot more description and emotion into it.
    But your wording -- flawless!
    Your flow -- Magnificent!
    Your ideas-- Wonderful!

    You have such potential.. Just.. describe. It makes every poem a thousand times stronger.

    Beautiful.
    And, just in case..
    You're not a failure at poetry. You're very good, in my opinion.

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    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex 5.5

  • 16 years ago

    by Michael

    This poem was just created one morning and I decided to post it on here. You can put any reason into this poem, but it focuses on how we all wake up...weird O.o

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