The strings begin,
Wood winds follow
As percussions strike.
Smooth sounds of joy
Play into ears;
Sounds which deceive.
A set of values,
A set of emotions,
And behaviors.
Music playing, has a story within.
A story,
may sound blissful;
but there is darkness through each note.
A goarl,
An accomplishment;
finishing the last note.
A claim
Of a job well done.
The applause rises,
Something has been done.
A finish,
Greatest joy.
More memories.
Every note which plays,
Play a day in a life.
A more loving play,
A dance from steps,
A school from books.
The last remark
And a standing.
Blown away,
No more to say.
The last symphony,
Is the greatest,
The longest,
And strongest.
Smiles come upon a face,
That is the joy in life.
It is sad how the leaf must fall,
How a song must stop,
How a story must end.
An end,
An accomplishment,
A love.
Then wait,
for the applause.
The end is near,
Not a moment to lose.
A mistake.
Again.
This is a mistake.
Giving up now,
Or try again?
Applaud on your own
And it is my end.
Although the symphony will always continue
Wood winds follow
As percussions strike.
Smooth sounds of joy
Play into ears;
Sounds which deceive.
A set of values,
A set of emotions,
And behaviors.
Music playing, has a story within.
A story,
may sound blissful;
but there is darkness through each note.
A goarl,
An accomplishment;
finishing the last note.
A claim
Of a job well done.
The applause rises,
Something has been done.
A finish,
Greatest joy.
More memories.
Every note which plays,
Play a day in a life.
A more loving play,
A dance from steps,
A school from books.
The last remark
And a standing.
Blown away,
No more to say.
The last symphony,
Is the greatest,
The longest,
And strongest.
Smiles come upon a face,
That is the joy in life.
It is sad how the leaf must fall,
How a song must stop,
How a story must end.
An end,
An accomplishment,
A love.
Then wait,
for the applause.
The end is near,
Not a moment to lose.
A mistake.
Again.
This is a mistake.
Giving up now,
Or try again?
Applaud on your own
And it is my end.
Although the symphony will always continue
Author notes
I didn't notice how much writing really meant to me. I stopped writing for one month than took it up again, after receiving a letter from a contest which I had won. I am still unsure of myself but writing is something I really enjoy, my parents do not allow of it much but I find it a refreshening of my soul.
A contest entry
- Easy as Pie by Cyanide Dreams.
3250 points, ended April 17, 132 entries
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Comments
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I'm glad you enjoy writing so much, I also find that sometimes I just can't write anything, but when I start up again, it's just so refreshing.
I really loved the imagery in this poem. Even though it was really long, there was a lot being said. I think the poem looks very daunting though at first because of the length. There also is a little bit of an issue with the flow because the lines are so short. But I really enjoyed your message here in this poem. You must also really love music. Good job and good luck in the contest!
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Absolutely beautiful
I was in an orchestra, and this really brought back an image in my mind that I have not had in awhile. It makes me want to pick up my violin and play again. Thank you. -
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This is amazing. I love it, and its so true. The context, the emotion, the truth. It's amazing. I'm in band myself and I know exactly whaty you're talking about. This is amazingly penned. The flow is alright, although I would suggest less line breaks. This speaks to me, and envokes a mental picture in my mind. Woodwinds is one word though
. Very very nice write and best of luck in the contest 
Josh

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wow, this one really spoke to me on a personal level, as a musician (if you consider playing in a 80's style hardcore punk band a musician) i was really able to relate to it






