melody

*Silent Melody*

September.8.2000 
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins


Only i can hear this silent melody 
So loud and clear 
So bright and true 
So lovely i shed a tear 
Nobody understands what I'm going through 
No one understands this fear 
That's trapped inside 
Nobody wants to hear 
So i just stay to myself i just hide 
No one yet has told me for me they care 

 

My heart hurts every night 
When it's time to go to sleep 
This pain inside i try my hardest to fight 
But all i can do is weep 

 

No one wants to listen 
In my eyes 
There's no shine 
They don't even glisten 
All I have are my midnight cries 
And my silent Melody 
Sitting there right along my side 
Watching as time flies by 
I'm trying my hardest, my best 
Not to let the rest of me die 
Mean while with my tears no cares if i hide 

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Silent Melodies

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Freedom

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SILENT MELODIES

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The vine
spins
his silent melodies
weaving
gifts
quite melony

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-saiom shriver-

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Ondine: A Tale of the Sea

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Narrative Poems

Deep oceans dwelt in her soft cadenced
breathing, and the song of the seagull
strained in her hair, and her eyes had the hues
of the sunset as they sank in the distance
in hazel-brown skies.

She came unexpected, entangled in weeds,
caught in the net of a sad-eyed fisherman,
and her song had the call of the ocean,
and the call of the wave, and was heard

by all creatures that live in the deep:
the fisherman's nets now are crowded galore!
Bass, salmon, and lobster, bewitched by the song
of the girl who came from the sea!

They made love in his cabin, off the west coast
of Ire, the girl from the ocean and the sad-eyed
fisherman. And her sighs were like magic,
like the surf on the beach, and her moans were
like breakers that broke on the cliffs of his heart.

He was caught in the foam of her spell-binding
songs, caught in the strands of her sand-colored
hair, caught in the breeze of her lips, and the fish

in her mouth, as they loved in his cabin off the west
coast of Ire, and the tide of the ocean, and the wind
of the sea, and the sighs of the girl stole right
into his heart.

Now the cabin lies empty, struck by the wind,
and the waves of the ocean, and the tides
of the sea, and a song that bewitches

can be heard in the distance, in hazel-brown
skies, which glow like the eyes of the girl
who came from the sea.

(c) Copyright Jim Valero, 2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is written in ballad style. It employs cadence, rather than strict meter, to create evocative rhythms. As you read it aloud, you will notice the cadences and the textures built by sound effects like assonance, alliteration, and so on. Repetition works to create a longing, melancholy feeling in this ballad about a mysterious love by the shores of lovely Ireland.

Night

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Love

Love loves the dark
For only then it is alone with it’s beloved
It’s enchanting melody
Sweetly playing on the breeze
A nocturne of lovers
The music of midnight
When shadows hold no more fear
Where there is no time but right now
No time at all
When lovers can run away
Away from the world
And revolve around each other
Like the moon dances around the earth
So they dance also
The stars shine above for them
For the night belongs to lovers

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North

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Yestderday's News

Blow your horn loudly,
pretty girl from Portland town,
hear the melody played through the strings of wind.

Winter is over and birds fly north,
just for you my sweet baby blue,
springtime is here.

Wherever you roam trumpets roar,
wherever you go,
wherever you are.

God loves you still,
just like you are,
listen for the string quartet in hearts unbound.

Be still delicate dancing spirits like my own,
depths of the drum hear all you say,
come now all ye singers let us sing another song today.

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