Best Fortissimo Poems
Fortitude
Foundation of fierce stone,
forging life on its own.
Fortissimo strong heart,
fights for its every part.
Force but with strength of mind,
fiber finer than wine,
from firmest on the vine.
9/23/16
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42 syllables in all 7 lines
Categories:
fortissimo, character, endurance, strength,
Form:
Verse
The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Categories:
fortissimo, nature
Form:
Free verse
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
Categories:
fortissimo, art, imagination, music, passion,
Form:
Couplet
The piano grumbled at his touch,
Playing fortissimo on command...
Nerves of steel snapping a string.
Ambitious to a fault, practicing the night into alarm,
Lizst spilled from the printed page
Like sour milk for a feral cat.
As he rose from the bench, music in hand,
An audible whispered relief rustled the curtains
And silence cradled the grateful room.
Categories:
fortissimo, funny, music,
Form:
Free verse
“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”-
~~ The Poet ~~
Conductor of an art form, stands the maestro of the storm.
Instruments take their place, then the symphony begins.
Firstly, a tuneful rhapsody of woodwind with violins.
The sheer spellbinding rhythm builds increasingly strong.
A tinkling as the rain begins, he uses spiccato to bring the tempo along.
The piccolo sends notes scurrying for cover by the continued rain,
And introduces the flutes into the mix once again.
The cadence evolves, with heralding intensity to engage.
Notes follow the beat, to a crescendo of immense rage.
Now, as the kettle drums implode within their skins,
The conductor is in full control, as his baton spins
Music’s fury is reinforced by trombones, entering for the first time.
Cymbals clash, cellos and double basses offer a fortissimo effect, sublime.
The percussion again, joins, as the woodwind slows,
Notes soften, and the flute’s melody gently flows.
A solo of horns, a transition with the full orchestra, it springs.
In suspense of his melody, the piano takes us to strings.
Tempo lighter, airier which is juxtaposed with the timpani drums.
The soft gentle tones, once hurtled by deafening wind, silence comes.
Audience captivated, orchestra foregone. The maestro lowers his baton.
Categories:
fortissimo, music,
Form:
Rhyme
It originates with a blank canvas.
White.
Eerie silence like snow drifting
A fermata.
Silence is music too.
Then a sonata of yellow breaks the spell.
The arpeggio of a laugh
The trill of the buttery sun shinning through a canopy of leaves.
Then red timbre intercedes warming the tone.
The fortissimo of a polished apple
The triplet of a beating heart.
The rubato of blue instantly tones down the orchestra.
A rippling pond plays a chromatic scale
A tear drop strokes a resounding note.
Then,
White again.
A last tacet.
Don't hear it yet?
Look closer.
And listen.
Categories:
fortissimo, art, color, music,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Voice of the Storm
My grandmother said, “Be still. God’s speaking through the storm,”
as she went throughout to see if lights or TV was on.
The white glare was clue to how fortissimo he will speak.
Atomic flash sent you in hiding afraid to take a peek.
He was a kettle drum, a boisterous timpani from the sky,
and with reverberation, he commanded from on high.
Angrier, angrier and deeper were the rolls,
with each one’s vibration delving finer into souls.
His bark was often fearsome, as someone had done wrong,
and oh so still you’d sit if the reprimand was strong.
Twenty minutes or thirty was the duration of the scold.
When doors and windows rattled, you knew you’d been told.
Each time he was less mad and softer were his words,
soon moving far away, leaving sun and song of birds.
After all is said and done a rainbow bright appears,
a promise that God loves us and there is no need for fears.
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Categories:
fortissimo, childhood, god, storm,
Form:
Couplet
No, you’re brain does not have a viral inflection
but in this deception, it is a case of inflexion con
Two stand co-erected but you mind must be corrected
I am writing a stationary bike a unique cycle
It’s not like wash, rinse and repeat is a unicycle
for it is the same old hearing paired, with punctuation
For it is, in the herd of pun cunctation
Fortissimo heard a thin pared whiff, of the wrong flour,
This is not rotor psychobabble
Thesis knot motorcycle baffle
Have you ever, sung the wrong toon
It’s an excuse me while I kiss this guy
and Lady Mondegreen has the right flower,
while bacon something eight, in Tucson Arizona
Wiles bake on sum thing ate, in two suns aroma
when parodies become wind pear of d’s
and the whole case is full of misunderstandings
Categories:
fortissimo, humor, irony, language, parody,
Form:
Free verse
Never trust a woman with a stick
Allegros slow Andantes quick
It starts when Passionata comes on stage
Hips controlled feet detache dress in style
lento firm lips betray a smile
Rehearsals can be so deathly sweet
Routined (in mind) commence polyphony
hoping for a firm sure beat
She steps upon the stand with grace
Checks (includes her undergarments) that
We're all in place then
Taps the flowered rack
All players
men emasculated
women stuck to chairs
instantly repond (with silent prayers)
Egmont is chosen for the overture
The long tutti fortissimo is SICK!
QUICK!
Trumpets trombones French horns
empty valves of spit
Woodwinds check their springs
the reeds for grit
The entire string section pluck their strings
but OH!
The bloody tambourine
shaken on its stand rolls off of it
and down each riser in jingling fit
Passionata breathes contemptuous
sighs
rapture flash of victory in her eyes
At last a chirptwittering laugh
patronizing glance to all
(especially the men)
"Shall we" rising to her tallest fullest
"try it once again"
Categories:
fortissimo, confusion, funny, music
Form:
Free verse
I thought at the time
It was something by Debussy
And every day the same tune
Those same troubled places
DAY AFTER DAY!
After a few weeks it was almost maddening
The easy first twenty measures or so went swimmingly
But then…..
But then a modulation
Difficult chord progressions
The patience of the pianist was amazing
Endless calm repetitions for a few weeks
But then!
Then for days that rush through the easy twenty measures
As though the pianist could hardly wait to drive me mad
Oh that relentless hammering pounding
Such extreme petulance
Unremitting fortissimo against those same difficult measures!
At last I could stand it no longer
Murderous with anger I rapped viciously on the studio door
Well let me tell you…..
SHE was the most ravishing………………………………..
Categories:
fortissimo, funny, musicme,
Form:
Free verse
The last note lingered,
Creating suspense.
Leaping the top line,
As one would a fence.
Our song started softly,
Safe and warm.
Then built up dramatically,
Like the midst of a storm.
And now as we wait anxiously,
Watching the keys
Of a big dark piano,
Time seems to freeze.
The ominous pianist.
Who plays out our fate.
Seems to play with our destiny,
As we stand in wait.
That last note with fortissimo,
Toppled the scales.
It destroyed folds of time,
It ripped through the sails.
And poised over the piano,
The "Dark Angel" grinned.
"We have come to a close" he said.
The song, to its end.
(If U comment, can u tell me what u think it means?)
Categories:
fortissimo, life,
Form:
Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as
Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain.
We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome,
heavy fog in its obscuring fidelity stalking our every step.
Winds shrieked around us like dissonant flutes—
high pitched, fortissimo screams that died in
and died out dismally.
They reminded me of my own undulating doubts
manifesting into fits of malignant mess—
but the steady sound of our unified steps
soothed my panicking heart—tears flower
my eyes, dropping like dew.
Soon—as many storms do—
the winds died away along with my fears.
That is when the mockingbird
began to stridently trill in the distance,
its venting variations vaguely familiar.
Arion and I stopped in a flat clearing, stunned by its clarity,
listening intently to her songs.
Timelessness touched the forest
as melodies touched our hearts.
When her trills ceased, I first witnessed
the tears of my loyal companion.
Somehow, they made him younger and freer.
Excitement sprouted from his eyes
like wildflowers witnessing their first dawn.
He wiped the tears away with his sleeve
and beamed like a sunrise.
“For just one moment—one moment,
she sounded like my mother,” he stammered.
I grasped his hands and held them to my heart.
Arion looked up to the sky, above the circle of trees,
as if he recognized a face in the midnight expanse.
We made a camp and settled silently in the clearing.
The last thing we remember before closing our eyes
was the overhead flutter of shadowed wings
and a gentle sigh beyond the pines.
(note: this is the third part of an epic about Arion I shared a while ago. The first and second pieces are “Little Glistening Salmon” and “Ocarina Steps”)
Categories:
fortissimo, allusion, beautiful, character, courage,
Form:
Epic
This Citizen Banker
safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical
gabbling and trumpeting ways,
while legally tendered,
currently being cents
less lee swept away
soul fully - bellow
wing from my chest
(with fortissimo, the
whirling wide webbed
watery tidal swells
rivaling the peak
of Mount Everest)
reef furring to being
nearly reduced to poverty
hence, essentially buck
king the tide while washed out -
since day short and dollar late
circumstances force me
to cash worthless buffalo chips
astutely as you correctly guessed
from deep pull horrible
United States economic situation,
where option non
existent against invest
ting, nesting, and squirreling
financial resources jest
accessible for wealthy people
to sync investment portfolios
region of popular tax haven,
viz Cayman Islands lest
hefty costs accrue
keeping scrupulously stashed re:
sources untouchable,
where Uncle Sam canst
access ex cell lent
healthy maturing outlook
king monies, and understandable
at rage against the machine
if rainy day funds messed
up, but solvent versus
debts drowning oneself
unable to stay afloat,
where declaring Chapter 7 bankruptcy
doomed to bobbing
within a sinking boat,
and where pointless
to pull out all the whistle stops
including abandoning resorting
to heroic measures
while additionally futile
to shed tears and emote
only kidding self to seek out goat
tam ma Buddha, nor will
I resort to gofundme
(cuz ma last name NOT Kardashian),
but matter of fact lee
roll with the figurative punches
feigning tubby Jew Dee
or an incarnation
of Muhammad Ali
during his ready for prime time Box
sing rebellious jabbering
left fist out fox
sing prize fighter un
defeated champ with mox
see, his champion modesty
oozed muscles like rocks,
a bankable one man
Gibraltar with precious
mettle to the core,
not wanting with his pugilistic,
yet homegrown genteel
ringing true mark
solid core state athletically valued
bankable bonded stocks.
Categories:
fortissimo, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
When lust conjoins crescendo's climax carnal caress connects rhythm and rhyme
Categories:
fortissimo, love,
Form:
Monoku
get it right and make it right again
days say solo days say ah dew shi paco
ah dew she say ah vay dew!
Adagio Cadenza
Andante C
Dolce Fermata
Fortissimo Larghetto
Mofit Octave
Piu Semore
Sforzando Tonality
Resendo Adagi
Oleoresin Madagascar
Noir Nickel
Categories:
fortissimo, baby, beautiful, business, little
Form:
Etheree