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Night of the Violin2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Germany's violin

It had come as a shock.

A sick feeling filled him for some reason and he grasped the ringing phone firmly. He lifted it and held it to his ear.

"Guten-!" but he was surprisingly cut off by a voice. An urgent one.

"Oi! Stupid potato eater, get your sorry butt over here-a!" Romano's voice shouted. Germany was surprised to hear that the Italian's voice sounded… panicked.

"Vhat-?!" but he was cut off again.

"My idiota Fratello was hit by an earthquake!" he said. He sounded like he was crying now. Germany's eyes widened. "He won't-a wake up… I don't know what-a to do!"

Germany slammed the phone down, grabbed his jacket and rGermany's violin1 year ago in Settings

The ViolinClosing her eyes
Drawing the bow across the string
Tears swell
As the notes begin to ring

A deep forlorn note
Sorrowful and low
Echoes from the violin
Passionate and slow

She tells her sad story
On the wistful winds
As a grim lament
For her lover lost begins

The melody is bitter sweet
Full of passion and pain
Reaching its crescendo
In the fiery refrain

This is how she has learned
to make it through the night
Telling her story to the stars
Reading the notes by moonlightThe Violin6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Violin
Your heart is like the sound of a solo violin
Whether that violin is playing a soft, gentle tune all to itself, or letting out a woeful cry
I can tell only by looking at you, or seeing those soulful eyes
That you are hurting
But even when the song is sad, that violin always sounds so beautiful.

You look at me with love and emotion ineffable
And I hear that violin, even now
One lingering note of this melody brings me to my knees,
Never in my life have I heard music so lovely.

Your one sound is the softest in all the world
Other instruments drown you out in their crescendos, and you are never heard
But here in this silent room, I hThe Violin5 years ago in Free Verse

Fisheye Placebo: Solo for the Self 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of hisThe Blame of Copper and Violin2 years ago in Short Stories

A Violin's Faith

alas, no man -
let alone a violin -
can orchestrate
self-determination.

here I lie, deserted,

(Master's given up on me -
given me up to a dust devil
of a dissonant girl called –
oh bitter irony – Lynn)

unstrung and unwound,
violet bruises cruising
the seas of my some-
time smooth surfaces.

my innards, vital organs –
behold my broken anima -
have fared no better fate.

an enema in my f-hole
would have been far
less filthy than the string
of curses and fickle f-words
I've tried to utter in the dark.

as the bridge between me
and reality breaks down
into a dystopia of abused
fingerboards and loose pegs,

I A Violin's Faith4 years ago in Free Verse

Violin The weathered wood felt velvety soft against the girl's pale cheek as she held the delicate instrument to her face to inhale its musky scent. She ran her thin fingers over the grooves and dents, as if following a map to her destiny. In many ways she felt as if she were.
With the gentleness of a mother holding her newborn, she nestled the violin under her chin. Each metal string was plucked once with careful precision, checking for the clear, clean tone, which called out to her very soul. It was perfect.
The girl inhaled, pausing in that crucial moment before the fragViolin2 years ago in Short Stories

your Door was open.
You were dancing upon splintered peices of wood...your violin.Swaying from side to side
With a empty wine bottle in one hand you danced to Schubert and Motzart,your protectors.

I'll never play it,you screamed.Never.
You Looked so human,so helpless.A girl Lost in a lullabye.I held you and tried not to think
about what you had done.

I tried not to think
I tried not to
I tried not.

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You had cought me in my whirlwind.A dance of pain and joy,sober and drunk.YOu stood in my doorway
worried.scared.My secret had gotten to you...all of you.I screamed,i screamed for my violin.My violin,my viol- Violin -9 years ago in General Fiction

Although in velvet darkness now
My body has been laid,
I dream of when the time will come
That I will soon be played.

I rest in lifeless silence like
A corpse within a tomb,
Awaiting heaven's sunny bliss
But doomed to bide in gloom.

Inside my frame of steel and wood,
My soul resounds with song.
I yearn to let it soar upon
The stage where I belong.

I want to shine beneath the lights
And show the world my art.
I want to seize the chance to play
The music from my heart.

For someday, worn by use and time,
I shall be cast aside.
No longer will I grace the stage
Aglow with joyous pride.

Then I'll be locked away, untilViolin6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Violin...Softly playing,
Quietly weeping,
The violin moans from pressured strings.
Softly playing,
Quietly weeping,
Silently whispering haunting things.

To and fro,
The bow slides quickly,
Creating eerie memories.
To and fro,
The bow slides quickly,
Drowing in its memories.

Unlocking hearts,
The violin plays,
Tear drops stain the mahogany.
Unlocking hearts,
The violin plays,
Until ending the fearful melody...Violin...7 years ago in Free Verse

ViolinPlucking at the strings
Running my hands all over
Eyes closed
Because they don't need to be open
Thinking of being alone
Playing my best
Just for the hell of it
Swaying back and forth
The sound vibrates in me
My hands,
My mind,
My soul,
They all itch for more
I grab the bow
And start playing
The sounds are beautiful
My eyes still closed
My hands moving on their own
Knowing the right notes
Going fast
Slowing down
Beautiful in sound
Yet sad, and darkeningViolin1 year ago in Free Verse

Violin 3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary

From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love —
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky

Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Night of the Violin1 year ago in Free Verse

The ViolinStradivarius;
In my hands you sing, shout, weep.
In my hands, you're home.The Violin2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

Violin 5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Allow Me to Be Your ViolinAllow me to be your violin,
Your muse and your meaning.
Take my lyrical harmonies—
Appreciate the quality.

Like strings I can respond to a single touch
Playing out the notes you desire to hear.
I'll scream and whisper in crescendos,
And for your great amusement,
I sing high, low, every note in between.

You've got the staccato, col legno,
Vibrato, crescendo.
Every technique in the book
Mastered with some magic hands.

You're a maestro, the conductor,
First-chair concertmaster extraordinaire.
All those skills amount to nothing—
can't play a single note on me.

Allow me to inform you,
I'm burning all your notes now.
HAllow Me to Be Your Violin3 years ago in Free Verse

Violinfingers dancing in passion
-this glorious love affair
notes tremble in the frigid air
breaking Silence into disfigured shards
violin
a passage out of the body
-out of the mind
captivated by this beauty
in an immaculant land
I pray to never fall againViolin7 years ago in Free Verse

The Violin Chapter .1

Note: This story is a Yuri (Girl x Girl) if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read this story!!!

The Violin
Chapter.1

"I'm all alone I have no friends, no family, nothing." A young girl thought to her self, sitting at her desk at school. The girl had short black hair, her eyes a dark chocolate brown, she was average height, and was very quite, and was smart, if only she applied herself. Her name was Yuki Ryuu. "The only thing I have is my health and my violin. My father sent me to an all girl's school and there is not even one cute girl here... even I'm not cute." She thought to her self as the bell rang.

"I don't feThe Violin Chapter .12 years ago in Drama

Dear ViolinDear violin,

When I was a child, I loved you so. I could dazzle my conductor as I gracefully sang with you as if you were merely an extension of my body. There was nothing I couldn't play as I danced blindfolded with you perched beneath my chin. The bow was a branch of pure bliss - gliding across your strings with the swiftest of ease. I took to every note as quickly as one began to breathe. With my perfect pose and 1st chair position, I had the envy of every child in our orchestra.

But I digress - its been years since I've held you. You've collected dust within the shadows of my closet; your vocals cords rusting and untwining with the horsDear Violin3 years ago in Emotional

He Plays the Violin“I don’t want to discuss this any longer, Thomas!” I cried, exasperated, as I stomped through the hall. I heard him groan in response, just before I slammed our bedroom door shut in a fit of frustration.

Thomas was just so infuriating sometimes! So stubborn, so spoiled. He wanted to do so much to this house, but how in the world did he expect us to pay for all of it? His career certainly didn’t pay enough for the changes he wanted.

I groaned and kneaded my face with the heels of my hands. This had to be the fifth time in a month we’d argued about this. I was starting to suspect that we would never reach a compromiseHe Plays the Violin4 years ago in Historical

The violinPlay for us my dear
Play for us your violin
Touch the strings
and let the music carry you
far beyond thought and mind

Let the brilliance of the sound
fill the emptiness of this life
and bring us all to the edge
of beauty and sorrow
of joy and light feet

Let us feel once again
that we are alive
Play your music through the streets
through the forrest and cities

Let the violin play with our mind
to reach the inner core
of our almost empty hearts
Play with your nimble fingers
Play us through winter and spring
through summer and fall

And let us feel again through the music of your violinThe violin5 years ago in Free Verse

ViolinJohn sat on the couch, looking as though bothered at something. Something not being the case, he was ferrous. He had always tried to get Sherlock to see what he meant. Every "brilliant" he muttered, every "bloody, that's fantastic" he whispered in his breath, every gaze he shot him; they all meant something more then just a job-well-done.

Sherlock always seemed like a hard person to reach, going off on his own path, doing things his way, being the lazy ass he was. But John never would have guessed that Sherlock could be so... -blind-! The great Sherlock freaking Holmes, blind.

Blind to feelings, adornment, caring and sometimes even loving aViolin11 months ago in Short Stories

A Ghost2 years ago in Free Verse

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