There is drone music, which tends to be long in time format and there are tone poems, which tend to be shorter instrumental works. Within the genre of drone music, a shorter piece with a certain relaxing feel could be considered a Drone Poem.
The new release by Drone artist "x" has shorter more relaxing works that could be considered Drone Poems.
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A poem is a piece of writing that uses imaginative words to share ideas, emotions or a story with the reader.Many poems have words or phrases that sound good together when they are read aloud. Most poems for children rhyme or they have rhythm.
For example:
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
by Wes P. November 11, 2021
Poem 1 by mya
Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.
But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3 words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.
Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.
But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3 words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.
It's okay poem 1 by mya
by Fairymimoolooloo December 28, 2023
Poem 1 by mya
Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.
But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3 words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.
Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.
But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3 words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.
It's okay poem 1 by mya
by Fairymimoolooloo December 28, 2023