Best Grand Piano Poems
Sitting here with nothing but inspiration,
writing another song for ovation;
it may be brief or very long,
sound lively or really sad!
And what concerns me is:
will it be well-received
and claimed a masterpiece,
or know the fate of oblivion?
Play,grand piano, play...
and let these fingers create
what no composer ever invented;
and let this music survive others
that simply lay,under thick dust,
on shelves of forgotten names!
Staring out at the raging sea,
these notes remind me of misery...
recalling faces and placed I admire;
my only consolation is to send out a message,
that universal message to people in rage...
people who are denied their right of expression!
Dance, brightly dance,o peoples of Humankind...
singing aloud the melody of the sympathetic one,
who shares the sorrow of this troubled age!
Play,grand piano,play...
to sound almost divine, as deep feeling
and intense passion intensify;
and if all are listening,
let the joyful rhythm take their frantic souls away...
to whichever place they wish to be!
And there they'll be rejoicing,
calling out aloud the name of sacred liberty!
My days are closing in and I catch the last bright sunset;
play,grand piano,play...until you hear my last, weary breath!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Grand Piano
Exquisite
For my soul
a true delight
Anticipation rising
for the pianist
to arrive
Upon his stool
so comfortable
flexed fingers
and closed eyes
No music sheet
knows every note
and plays complete
Concerto
Looking up
A baton raised
Fingers are alive
I’m in another place
Transported to Utopia
Conductress
asks of violins
A gentle
calm refrain
Then cellos add
a depth of sound
music playing all around
Crescendo
takes on hidden depths
Pulls me in
My tears doth flow
Rachmaninoff
reaches deep
into my heart
into my soul
A magical spell
'tis played
upon
Exquisite
Grand Piano
Written 13th March 2022 after seeing the London Philharmonic Orchestra playing live...
Contest A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Contest Magical Spell
Sponsor Robert James Liquori
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I remember your fingers
upon my teeth.
We were
bread and butter;
I was le Sac and you were Pip,
a strummer and a quip,
the mesh of wet and dry
that even distance.
But how long it’s been.
My wires are shaky, achy
with desire.
Once ago,
you put your money where your mouth was,
and you took me home
and you kept me there.
Now you’re broke
you’re condensing down.
And you’ve got me quavering the silence,
longing for the final touch.
I burned and resurrected
to be this Grand Piano.
And it was you who took me!
My strings are rigid
from temptation of your wrists.
Holding on to my keys
willing for you to play
Manmade
me to use me
But I’m breaking in limbo,
away from you
and I am too late
to mend you.
...
look at the keys on this grand piano
each one has it's own note to make a song...
hopefully when played by the right person
the white and black are separate, but support one another
but watch out for the piano's mouth
since you are playing with it's teeth
though they are dull; careful some are sharp
if you are gentle enough, you could close his lips with out a bite
but sit...
play for me, with different keys, a melody I'll forget
just enough, to unlock all those wrapped memories I tried to replace
with the woman from the coffee shop, which I took to bed with me, but only once embraced
or the lady I met at the bar, that had the sailor moon tattoo;
she would speak of her childhood and how she wished upon the stars
it only took me two weeks to fly her under mars
and then there was the barely legal girl, her words were wise but her thoughts were dumb
that one only lasted a little more than three months
all these women that I've tried...or should I say used, to try to forget you
forget you...
you that is the whimsical dancer, that is awed by puppies and many baby creatures
you that is hysterical in her antics, and expensive with her laughter
you which is shy to others, but on full blast on the radio when it comes to me
you who has simply blew a slight hint of wind to let me breath in your trapped spell
you who has kept me here...sitting to this grand piano, staring at his smile
thinking how easy for me that I could shut his mouth...
Dragging our lobster claw
haphazardly across rows of ivory song
scratching both beautiful and hideous notes
throughout our lives-somehow, we stayed afloat-
Racing the foaming mouth of death.
Polishing up melodies of opaque regrets...
High tide, swallowing a lobster claw
and a grand piano bench.
The notes move with the pumping of my heart
Inspiring me to approach things with a new start
I love the piano, as it always soothes me
Takes me away to special places I want to be
My soul will always embrace the sweet melody
Help me discover the new things I want to see
I’d love to have a white baby grand someday
Something remains with me for my dream to stay
Heidi Sands
1/17/19