Poem -

Making Music

Making Music

Piano, play the keys of time

Let the melody verses rhyme

The guitar strings, fill my throbbing heart

The brass horns, I caress, don't ever let them part

Making music, a serenade in champagne, is making love

Over, and over, let it play, to the heaven's above

 

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Beautiful lyric, dear Poetess Nancy McGowin,

The image is very appropriate, the Rhymes too. I love the below lines. Congrats on your winning nomination.

The guitar strings, fill my throbbing heart

The brass horns, I caress, don't ever let them part

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Reply
Poem -

These Eyes of Yours

These Eyes of Yours

Through the darkest of days I can see the light in your eyes
in my most troubled desperate moments I...

Poem -

You Hurt Me

You Hurt Me

You said you didn’t want to hurt me
You said you didn’t want to leave me
You said you didn’t...

Poem -

Stabbed

Stabbed

I am bleeding from the inside out stabbed in the heart
with all my pain pouring out onto the cracked...

Latest poems in Erotic, Freestyle, Limerick, Romance

Poem -

Nelly why...

Nelly why...

doth thee claim to love me, a poet whose wry
ming words being married I wanna try
to appease...

Poem -

TIME

To Death
I do not abandon you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I gave you breath
I breathe for...

Poem -

IN THE NAME OF FATHER :...

THE CALL

IN THE NAME OF FATHER : POEM 3

THE CALL
The phone call comes, a voice from far away,
A simple sound that makes my spirit...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com