Best Chopin Poems
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Chopin Nocturnes
Listen....autumn rain is gently falling
Within enchanted hour of twilight sky.
In my heart, Chopin is softly calling
Lovely piano notes that make me cry.
As Luna slowly rises in the east
Her soft lambent glow lightly veiled in shrouds,
Taming the spirit of both man and beast
By roaming mesmerizing misty clouds.
My spirit soars within this peaceful scene
Enthralled by every note of Chopin's tune.
Beguiled in nature's calm, I feel serene
As stars appear and mingle with the moon.
This music and enchanted night reveal
New hope my mourning heart will one day heal.
January 13, 2021
Poem of the Day January 14, 2021
Tribute to The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin
A subtle blank stare filled her eyes
As she , Margery Bollard ,locked them with whom she took her vows
A photograph of him against the floral wallpaper
Haunted her soul
She fainted and collapsed onto her living room floor
Within half an hour
She drank a glass of water and mingled it with tears
Cold and heavy tears
Aged her by fifty years
She climbed up the stairs to her master bedroom with which she shared with her husband, Daniel Bollard
Their boat sailed to lover’s lane
A speck of light drew her eyes towards the small squared window
She pulled her large arm chair by the window and
Sank in its warmth
Now
Under her breath, a sharp whisper fled her clenched lips
Filled her heart with horrid rage
A widow out of place
Sweet freedom show your face
Joy, joy, joy I embrace
Fill my heart with everlasting blood
Young, without child
Have me live yonder miles
Her heart swelled and broke
A moment of grief pursued
Her ears rung with song
Let freedom come
Her teeth chattered
And her hands trembled
As if on a mission of world domination
From outside her bedroom window she saw blue skies and green trees
Rain took the skies
And owned it’s rights
Tart was the fruit
And bitter was its rind
Radiant rays of sunshine cleared the sky
I shall cry no more
No more hits to the ground
Sweet freedom , roar
The sound of foot soldiers on command
And swinging doors dared her to get out of place
Margery, Margery, I’m home
Soldier Bollard ran up to the master bedroom
Haven’t seen you in months , said Daniel
Haven’t heard from you in a year, said Margery
Wasn’t there a major attack on your post?
Few survived, I’m one left behind
You look sick, Marge
Have you slept?
Your hair is unkept and wild
The stove is empty
This is not my wife
Margery nearly died, angry and out of breath
She collects herself and screams from the top of her lungs
I’m a woman
More than a mother and an obedient slave
Before Daniel could respond and react
Margery collapsed yet again
This time within a heartbeat, she was cold and without pulse
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
06/30/19
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
June.26.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.8.2015
Authors notes:
My very humbled tribute to Frederic Francois Chopin.
Frederic Francois Chopin(1810-1849) Pol. famous pianist and composer.
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
© Jack Ellison 2015
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.27.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
Who played Chopin on piano?
Fantasie-Impromptu much blithe.
Was so fast like when the winds blow.
Runs, magically came to life.
The Christmas party gave great joy.
Who played Chopin on piano?
For every little girl and boy.
There even sang a soprano.
The piano was intaglio.
Ornamented on the surface.
Who played Chopin on piano?
Making carved figures seem to race.
Pianos are such lovely things.
Melodious as the white snow.
The many strings are made to ring.
Who played Chopin on piano?
Frederic Chopin
was no flash-in-the-pan
Passion
whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I doth for pastures of romance
Love thee -- angel followeth me too
Kindness
compassion for all thy life
Understanding
wisdom from burning fire
Heaven
thou, dream I giveth prayer to thee
Love
is thy reason for living life
and desire for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil's lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and base!
:: ~~ ::
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
Your Muse was Poland,
indelible stigma of time –
the altar of Heaven, thoughts of people
and desires contained in them.
Relaxing melody,
affects, ennobles thoughts.
Frederic, your music –
pulsates of Poland’s heart.
In your music, Poland’s history is short:
There is her triumph, her joy.
In the pillory of partitions, she is sad.
You are independent mainstay of freedom.
Your eternal music is with us,
entire world is proud of it, elated -
there is Poland of long ago and her future,
superb one and always moving our hearts.
composer performer
complex & complicated
flamboyant frenzied
evocative
emotions
extolled exhibited
keyboard expressions
of
heartbreak
melancholy
made lyrically
aloud
genius marooned
in
innovation
inner tragedy telltale torments
transformed
romantic naivete
fortuitously fingered
in
nocturne&concerto
for us
when we look laugh & dream
Apollo seeks worship.
What shall you write
to honor love. That ye
Sickened may heal.
That songs shall speak
With lyrics that are truest
to there music.
Honor ye oh God
With harmony and melody.
Honor ye father truest
To perfection.
Ye Apollo's am God
And the sounds of
reheasted people have
made Compositions
there priority and duty.
Honor ye Apollo as
God!
With flute, chello, violen,
drums,. Trumpets, frenchhorns
Opportunity and expression
Honor thee.
That love, the truest love
can bring the coldest of hearts
to be kind.
Honor ye Apollo that grooves
In melonic rhythm can make
Lyric to be voiced.
Honor ye oh Apollo
That from forever the notes
Shall be instruction to create.
Honor ye Apollo.
The God of. Music!
CHOPIN PHRASIS
O reverie,such enchantment a
well spring,from the mountain,
now,a sad river.My darling I
wanted what I have not ,to be
a bridgegroom,a handsome
lad, with your ring.Now out
of sight,merrymaking,and what
she likes..hark the Messenger…
they carry heavenly crosses and
…the leaves are falling.
From song titles of Chopin
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under the pen name ichthyschiro
To breathe is constricting
to walk is now strained
My passion is boundless
My power has waned
The music demands
that I keep up the pace
so much to do,
when I look at your face
I see hope rekindle
I feel I can try
to put down this opus,
this work,
ere I die.