Playlist poems

Ascending 

In a world where whispers bloom, Ayesha’s sultry beats ignite the room, Echoes of desire in electric air, Each note a promise, daring to dare. Ghost and Pals weave shadows tight, Melodies dancing in the pale moonlight, A spectral touch, haunting yet sweet, Ghostly laughter, a bittersweet retreat. Mitski’s heartache, raw and profound, With every lyric, emotions unbound, A tender ache in the quietest hour, Her voice a flower, blooming with power. Marina’s colors are vivid and bright, Painting the darkness with shimmering lights, An anthem of freedom, a call to the bold, In her words, the stories unfold.Together they rise, a seamless blend, Each song a journey, a curve, a bend, From sultry nights to dreams unchained, In this playlist, all passions reign. As the tracks flow, we climb higher still, Through rhythms and verses, we feel the thrill, With every ascent, our spirits ignite, In the harmony of life, we find our light.

(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ItnmX0PNliZLbOYXE5lkS?si=ulg_gDoFTeiPVazZJGXJ2g&pi=g46IlLu0R-aa4)

Sunflower 

In fields where laughter blooms, Tally Hall spins tales of light, With whimsy woven through the air, Each note a sunbeam, pure and bright.Jack Stauber dances through the day, His voice a playful, sweet refrain, A kaleidoscope of sound and soul, Where joy and nostalgia intertwine again.The Pied Pipers weave their charms, Melodies like whispers in the breeze, Their harmonies a gentle balm, A refuge found beneath the trees.Bo En's dreams in colors bold, Each track a burst of vibrant hue, A journey where the heart takes flight, Underneath the skies so blue.And Oliver Bucklands tender grace, Brings a warmth like rays of summer sun, A tapestry of feelings shared, In every chord, our hearts are won.So let this playlist play and flow, A sunflower's dance in the golden glow, With every song, a world unfurls, In melodies, we find our pearls.

(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/43LSGGBQtawaTYX65lKmWS?si=caxP692rR2uQLrXxts3oaQ&pi=UAOUu_3-ReO7H)

Meloncolia 

In twilight's quiet whisper, shadows play, Where Versailles blooms in shades of gray. Elegance draped in a haunting sigh, A symphony where lost dreams lie. London’s echoes, a midnight call, Through cobblestone streets where memories fall. Ghostly figures dance in the mist, With every heartbeat, a lingering twist. Paralysed Age, in the still of the night, Melodies steeped in longings plight. A haunting refrain of what might have been, Lost in the spaces where silence has been. This Cold Night wraps the world in its arms, With a chill that soothes, yet alarms. In every note, a story unfolds, Of love and sorrow, of the brave and the bold. Together they weave a tapestry deep, In the heart of Meloncolia, secrets keep. With every track, a journey we take, Through the shadows, where memories wake.  

(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/04ymZTtMvtiOm1XNM1mgR3?si=Z2xDtZ1ySoqe6f16tLLKRg)

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