Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia every time I see ya
My senses tell me hubba
And I just cant disagree
I get a feeling in my heart that I cant describe
Its sort of lub, dub, lub, dub
A sound in my head that I cant describe
Its sort of zoom, zip, hiccup, drip
Ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack
Onomatopoeia in proximity ya
Rearrange my brain in a strange cacophony
I get a feeling somewhere that I cant describe
Its sort of uh, uh, uh, uh
A sound in my head that I cant describe
Its sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuk, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeek
Jingle, rattle, squeel, boing
Honk, hoot, hack, belch
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Don't you just love Onomatopoeic words
ones like Crash, Bang, Wallop, and Zoom?
in Batman and Robin you saw them a lot
across the screen would shoot POW, ZAP, KABOOM!
In horror movies you'd hear a thunder Crack
and things that Creak, and go Bump in the night,
noises going Click, Clunk, and Clank,
your heart Thumps as your having a fright.
Snakes Hiss, birds Tweet, Cows Moo,
Cats Purr, Pigs Oink, and Ducks Quack,
Owls Hoot, while the Sheep just Baah,
but if a dog Growls beware it could attack.
Your cereal goes Snap, Crackle, and Pop,
in the frying pan the bacon does Sizzle,
but you've answered a Tap and Knock at the door
when you return your rashers are burnt to a Frizzle.
Yes it's a strange word is Onomatopoeic
but for poetry it doesn't really matter
because you can use words like Zing, Ping, Splat,
Plunk, Plop, Swoosh, Squelch, Splutter and Clatter!
poem by Kevin Halls
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She Bangs The Drum
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by Stone Roses
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She Bangs The Drums
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The past was yours
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
I don't feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
She'll be the first she'll be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by The Stone Roses from The Stone Roses
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The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
and they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,
Mr Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),
Mrs Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song!
'O Shovely so lovely!' the Poker he sang,
'You have perfectly conquered my heart!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple tart!
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight!
Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?'
'Alas! Mrs Broom!' sighed the Tongs in his song,
'O is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long - Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
That you don't care about me a pin?
Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ah! why don't you heed my complaint!
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong!'
Mrs Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
'What nonsense you're singing today!'
Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!'
Said the Broom, 'And I'll sweep you away!'
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!
poem by Edward Lear
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She Bangs The Drums
I can feel the earth begin to move
I hear my needle hit the groove
And spiral through another day
I hear my song begin to say
Kiss me where the sun dont shine
The past was yours
But the futures mine
Youre all out of time
I dont feel too steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
Passion fruit and holy bread
Fill my guts and ease my head
Through the early morning sun
I can see her here she comes
She bangs the drums
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
Have you seen her have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
To describe the way I feel
How could it ever come to pass
Shell be the first shell be the last
To describe the way I feel
The way I feel
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Found, Lost and found
I lost a feeling
that I had found
How do I describe?
I've looked everywhere
So easy to feel
So hard to lose
When I had it last
I kept it near
One day, the feeling
for me did, disappear
....sadly, happily, in time
I found a feeling
that I had lost
How do I describe my joy?
I feel it everywhere
A feeling to say
Of one to hear
When I lost it last
I had it near
Today, I found in me
'The Feeling' I lost,
was always there
1990
poem by Louie Levy
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This Feeling Does Not Linger
As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.
I do have goals and aims.
Like others I see near me.
But 'who' they are remains unclaimed.
And that too changes.
Like storm clouds that bring rain.
We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.
We are bigger than our dreams.
When each one comes to pass...
We seek one more to grasp.
And that one doesn't stay,
To last.
We are more than what we seem.
Much more than given names.
And few care to pronounce them.
Some even denounce,
Them.
As strange as my name...
I can't describe this feeling.
I can't declare it stays the same.
This feeling does not linger.
Like my needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything is connected
Asked to describe life
I said: ' the peaceful moments
with the friends you meet.'
Asked to describe friends
I said: ' the people you love
and care for daily.'
Asked to describe love
I said: ' feelings of goodwill
you have until death.'
Asked to describe death
I said: ' The equaliser
joy becomes nothing.'
Asked to describe joy
I said: ' opposite of sad
the happy feelings.'
Asked to describe sad
I said: ' opposite of joy
feelings of great loss.'
Asked to describe loss
I said: ' it occurs in life
regardless of us.'
Asked to describe life
I said: ' the peaceful moments
with the friends you meet.'
Everything is connected.
poem by Krantol Northic
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What I've found is that there is a tremendous interest in these issues, across the political spectrum, sort of left-right terms we used to describe people don't really hold here exactly.
quote by Robert McChesney
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It's not a field, I think, for people who need to have success every day if you can't live with a nightly sort of disaster, you should get out. I wouldn't describe myself as lacking in confidence, but I would just say that the ghosts you chase you never catch.
quote by John Malkovich
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It's not a field, I think, for people who need to have success every day: if you can't live with a nightly sort of disaster, you should get out. I wouldn't describe myself as lacking in confidence, but I would just say that the ghosts you chase you never catch.
quote by Michael Korda
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Blu Is A Mood
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
When you're feelin' kinda melancholy
And ya get somethin' never thought about
Outta nowhere
Once in a while there's a special moon
And a clear sky colored pale azure
They all have something in common
And it's blu
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
So bright it can be electric
Or indigo
Cobalt
Powder
Or Paris
Have it any way you like
Stones of metamorphic sapphirine
>From the heavens down to the deepest sea
It's in every part of your life
Do you feel it
State of mind
Color
Way beyond
Yonder
Deeper
Paradise
All describe
All describe
Blu is a mood
Blu's not just a primary color
It's a backdrop for the univere
SO if you're vibing on this chill atmoshpere
Baby you have been blue
song performed by by Blu Cantrell from So Blu
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How?
How can I explain it?
How can I make this sound legit?
How can I possibly describe how I feel?
How can I prove to you that this is real?
How can I start?
How can I tell you exactly what I feel in my heart?
How much would you like to hear?
How much do you want to know my dear?
How can I show you?
How much must I do?
How can you not see?
How much do you think he means to me?
How can I expect you to understand?
How can I describe how perfectly we fit hand-in-hand?
How?
poem by Ashley Reese
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You can sort of be married, you can sort of be divorced, you can sort of be living together, but you can't sort of have a baby.
quote by David Shire
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Corydon's Doleful Knell
My Phillida, adieu love!
For evermore farewel!
Ay me! I've lost my true love,
And thus I ring her knell,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.
For my fair Phillida
Our bridal bed was made;
But 'stead of silkes so gay,
She in her shroud is laid.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
Her corpse shall be attended
By maides in fair array,
Till the obsequies are ended,
And she is wrapt in clay.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
Her herse it shall be carried
By youths that do excell;
And when that she is buried,
I thus will ring her knell.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
A garland shall be framed
By art and natures skill,
Of sundry-colour'd flowers,
In token of good-will.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
And sundry-colour'd ribbands
On it I will bestow;
But chiefly black and yellowe
With her to grave shall go.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
I'll decke her tomb with flowers,
The rarest ever seen,
And with my tears, as showers,
I'll keepe them fresh and green.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
Instead of fairest colours,
Set forth with curious art,
Her image shall be painted
On my distressed heart.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
And thereon shall be graven,
Her epitaph so faire,
'Here lies the loveliest maiden,
That e'er gave shepheard care.'
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
In sable will I mourne;
Blacke shall be all my weede:
Ay me! I am forlorne
Now Phillida is dead!
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.
poem by Anonymous Olde English
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It is, we wanted to make a record that reflected our love of Hard-Rock music and it is sort of Metal though we don't really describe ourselves as Metal.
Someone Very Near
someone asked me to describe someone near
my eyes got the picture of you dear
my dear is sweet star among stars
describe to what, a star?
my dear is not a star, something more
my dear is a sunflower
that raised its wing for morning sun
describe to what, a flower?
my dear is not a flower, something more
this starts an end less journey
describe to what, a pleasant journey?
my dear is something more
poem by Kiran Raaz
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So Many Poems/How Can One Possibly Begin To Describe
SO MANY POEMS/ HOW CAN ONE POSSIBLY BEGIN TO DESCRIBE
So many poems.
How can one possibly begin to describe
The many beautiful things
We meet in our lives?
So much is too much for the eyes
Words certainly cannot describe
The Beauty we see
Being alive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love Is Love
Love is love
Love is love
Something just crept upon me
As you lay next to me this morning
As you looked up into my eyes
Suddenly I realised
What I've been searchin' for
I no longer have to look no more
A chance to find my soulmate of...
Has released the woman I am.
Its a feeling no-one can describe (No-one can describe)
But I know the feeling's here tonight (Is here tonight)
Cos it has unleased me to my very soul (To my very soul)
All my demons
song performed by by All Saints from Saints & Sinners
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