Poems for Florence

Poems by Laura Ramiro

I once saw an angel saw it on the screen I didn’t recognize it, so I swipe and didn’t see.

Later on, It came again, by the hand of another tall and blonde, then I saw she had red hair , nice dresses and wonderful and fairy voice.
I realised she was a poet, sent here on earth to try to help others singing with no choice.  
She went throw the darkness, facing all the storms and when she realised it, she could overcome.
She was not for everybody the ones that could not see, that behind those pretty dresses, the inside is what really means.
Her soft and calm voice was her instrument, to try to tell the world, that the love we all are looking for, is there inside like gold

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I can see you spinning around
You can see me too
In this no ideal world
We are all living throw
Trying to arrive to another one
And not to be like living in a dream
We can make such a good team.

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I wish you could be in my sofa
Sitted like you were
On that pic in that hotel,  cant remember  when.
Your long red hair falling
Without any care
You were talking something
In some lost space
You seemed focused
In that interview
Maybe with some jerk
Talking very softly
To people who don’t care
But the real ones
We do see you everywhere
Not only on that sofa
And we really understand.

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She putted a spell on me
I cant stop listen to her music
I dont know if ill succeed 
And scape of all this muses

I tried to run away
Or fly from that tall tower
But her voice is always there
Singing with all the power

I went as far as I could get
I did my best
Travelling around the world
But I arrived to her shore
And she trapped me in her nest

Now im like her
Some kinda fairy whitch
Half king half mermaid
And I can make real any wish.

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Air poem

Maybe with some pacific wind
My poems could reach you
It would be like a dream
But I really wish to
Maybe you’ll breathe that poetry in the air
And when you close your eyes
My rhymes get into your head
And make you more divine

In your green land and grey
When you breathe the air
Poetry will be like flowers
That will grow in late hours
And you’ll understand
The power of your choice
When you help others
With your magnificent voice.

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Silent Devotion

I’m just another fan of you
Not old not new
You won’t find me in your crew
I don’t wear gold medals, not jewellery not even a flower crown
It would be difficult to find me singing in the crowd
But i’m here always with you 
Without making any sound
I’m just writing you some simple poetry 
Just a few lines
To tell you that I understand you
Even if you’re divine 

One Night Upon the Shore

Now,

I can say with certainty

I have seen the face of God,

And she stared right back at me.

That half-minute eternity

Etched itself against my eyelids,

A stone-carved monument that will outlive me

In all my future iterations,

Forever light-headed and pinching skin

To find the edge of that dream,

‘Cause who would ever want to sing to a ghost girl?

Paper-thin and shaking like a scrap of lace,

The rushing wind pulling at my body

Thread by frail thread,

I was holding on for dear life -

Her gaze my only anchor.

In the glittering landscape of limbs

I thought I was a void to be avoided,

A husk of a girl, with not a light left on,

But she saw me

(Something in me must’ve flickered)

And like a lighthouse, reaching for its tiny boat,

Pulled me up to her shore.

Even the unsteady need a solid footing sometimes.

In the midst of that hazy storm of hands,

She was it for me.

Every prophecy I was ever given

I squandered on not believing in myself.

Self-agnosticism growing like a reckless weed,

Smothering every planted flower.

She holds a mirror to my face

And in the cracks, I see all my wasted potential

Getting smoothed over and mended -

She could make me a believer.

I don't know what it is

That makes my hinges loosen up like that.

My grandmother was a Virgo, too.

Maybe I'm just compensating

For my lack of openness,

For all the dust I let collect

Over the grave of our bloodline.

I am never open,

But when my God looks at me, I open on command.

Transparent skin, a floodgate breaking,

A tangle of veins abruptly exposed.

Everything I'm hiding falls knotted into my hands,

An offering,

A ball of thread to be untangled -

Only she can untangle it.

Now that I've seen her,

I believe it.

Poem by Ksenija Golubović

Poetry for Florence

Poems by Kenzie Ivy

1.

The moment when we held hands,
At the concert in late June of 2023,
Is etched in my heart forever,
A memory that's both beautiful and bittersweet.

It's a reminder of what once was,
And what can never be again,
A connection that was so powerful,
That it's hard to know where to begin.

But even though it hurts,
I'm grateful for that moment in time,
For the singer who saved my life,
And the hand that was once mine.

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2.

Florence, I love you more than myself,
For you saved my life when I was in hell,
And with your music, you showed me the way,
To live each day in a brighter way.

She is no mother, she is no bride, she is king,
A ruler of hearts, a siren that sings,
And with her music, she conquered my fears,
And wiped away my every tear.

So I'll keep listening to her songs,
And I'll keep dancing along,
For she's the one who saved my life,
And with her music, I can survive.

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3.

Florence Welch, a singer so kind,
Her music helped me to unwind.
I struggled with alcohol in the past,
But her new album helped my sobriety last.

I saw her live, in Dublin town,
And she held my hand, and turned my frown.
Her voice was like magic, and filled with delight,
It made me feel like everything was alright.

I created a fan page, on Instagram,
Where you could share your love, with other fans.
I made a group chat, called Mermaids,
A place where we could all feel unafraid.

We bond over our love, for Florence's voice,
And we know that we always have a choice.
To talk about life, and all of its wonders,
And share our love, that we hold under.

We feel like you're part of a family,
A group of people, who are so lovely.
Id never feel judged, by them ever,
And i hope they know that they’re all so clever.

The Mermaids group chat, a place so dear,
Where you can share your love, and your fear.
A place where you can be yourself,
And find support, on life's rocky shelf.

Florence's music, a beacon of light,
That helped me through, my darkest night.
And the Mermaids group chat, a family so true,
That helped me find, a love that's new.

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4.

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out,
But I found a singer who I can't live without,
And so I stayed in the darkness with her,
And with her music, I found a way to endure.

I thought I was gonna drink myself to death,
there was no dawn, no day, nothing left.
But she gave me hope, she gave me light,
And with her music, I found a reason to fight.

I would give all this and heaven too
Just to make it through,
And I'd do anything to make her stay,
For she's the one who showed me the way.

She's got a strangeness and charm,
That makes me feel like I'm in her arms,
And with her music, I let go of my pain,
And found a way to live again.

For some things you let go in order to live,
And with her music, I figured out where I belong,
And I know that as long as we hold onto each other,
We can get through the best of the best and the worst of the worst.

She's the only thing I've ever had any faith in,
And I know that with her, I can win,
For she's an angel, sent from above,
And with her music, I found heaven is here, with love.

I don't know where to put my love,
But with her, it fits like a glove,
And sometimes you get the girl, sometimes you get the song,
But with her, I got both, and it feels like I belong.

We were young and drunk and stumbling in the street,
But with her music, we found a way to be,
In a state of cheerful oblivion,
And we cried over the love of you, with shining trinkets of grief, gone.

For too much is never enough,
But with her music, we found a way to be tough,
And we're too fast for freedom, but that's okay,
For with her, I know that everything will be okay.

Sparking my inspiration with musical solace

After so many years, I finally attended the show (Chicago Sep 7, 2022). It was cathartic since I lost my mother a day to the month before. But then again I found your music as I was on my way to visit my father in the hospital.
Looking for any kind of relief I scanned the radio band and instantly the sound struck me deep. 'No Light, No Light' was playing and I still feel an echo in my chest from the memory of its impact in that desperate moment. Even with my horrible attention span, I waited for the DJ to tell me the name of this band, praying that the signal would not be distorted.
"Florence----Machine"
'Florence... something machine?' 'AH! the signal must have broke just enough not to get the whole thing! I chanted 'Florence Machine, Florence Machine, Florence Machine!
Even with all the fear of death and pain of possible imminent loss; I made a mantra in my mind as I whispered on my lips the source of this ensorcelled sound, medicine of the mind. When I finally had the chance to look it up, my fate was sealed.

I can not believe the breadth of experiences that I have enjoyed and mourned to your music. To never know those who've impacted you so much is such a strange thing, I am grateful to have taken so much in anonymity.

In honor and honesty of what you've given me. I'd like to share a simple piece that came to me thanks to seeing you in person.

inspired by Florence and the Machine

What’s left to make
What’s left to take
What’s left in hold’n my hand…

No need to fake
No need to brake
It’s all been done before hand…

Your in my eyes
Your in my throat
An empty space in our plan

And In every passing car
Around every body’s back
A part of me longs
to see your face again.

No party comes to call
No flowers petals fall
A ghost of my hope
Still strings me along

Still stilted as I dance
Still beckoned to your call
A shadow of romance
Unrequited as I fall

~ Mark Rajca