Best Orchestras Poems
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
Categories:
orchestras, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Starts at 0:17
Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile
Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights
Invites one on those moonlight Walks
Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks
Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire
Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber
Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber
Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting
Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas
Will only break a Heart of Glass
Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist
Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion
Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion
Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions
Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote:
Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of ours. I’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’.
But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion.
Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass
Categories:
orchestras, confusion, crush, desire, emotions,
Form:
Lyric
Caught up in the moment of a deep dream,
Myself drifting further than it would seem,
Although unaware of one's own true self,
I leave behind all my worries of health.
As orchestras sound and play in the mind,
Taken away on this journey in time,
While violins and great horns burst out free,
Captured the act of spiritual glee.
Quintessentially verbalized of course,
Within the dream world, there is no remorse,
No regrets, no shame, just a state of bliss,
In this realm, freedom to be as you wish.
You will be amazed at what you will find,
The dream world to me has always been kind.
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(ten syllables per line)
Categories:
orchestras, dream, music,
Form:
Sonnet
Inside the longing as deep shadows dance
Lost in the passion of you
Offering songs in the key of romance
Violins sing right on cue
Endless this rhythm of love on display
Yearnings melodically free
Orchestras waiting for their turn to play
Until you are here with me
Categories:
orchestras, i love you,
Form:
Acrostic
Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.
Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of ecstasy;
Such orchestras are eternal.
Mortal ears never hear what the soul’s do.
The ability exists, in the ears of belief.
The baffle of mortality;
The muffler that stifles a spirit’s songs, is a thief.
Science is the profiteer that
deludes the singing soul into silence.
Dispense with the facts;
Sit in the silence to hear the concert of your life.
Categories:
orchestras, appreciation, inspiration, introspection, peace,
Form:
Free verse
I love the sound of your voice
My heart sings when you speak
Turns into symphonies and orchestras
Of sweet melodious bliss
That when my ear tastes
My inner joy swells and abounds
Like a river in spate
Unfettered, deep, and resounding
Fresh as the medleys of life
That feed from infinite vastness
I love the sound of your voice
It is soft as doves, captivating and beautiful
Granted to hear now and ever after
Through morning, noon and night
Summer, winter and spring
Then I would gather each sentiment
Like lilies and toss
Each scent that is hope and peace
Upon the bed of my soul
Where the voice that I love to hear
Would come to me with angel kisses
And be my lullaby.
Categories:
orchestras, addiction, cute love, dedication,
Form:
Lyric
my girlfriends name is marsha mallow
and i am quite a lucky fellow
but dear reader dont be hasty
its not cause her lips are tasty
for shes the orchestras third cello.
Categories:
orchestras, allusion, cute love, funny
Form:
Limerick
Love’s love spell
Barred clouds of red glows the sky
Night is premature and thins the light with a resonating cry
Spinning slowly around, regulated by Time as a Conductor
She humbly rides in reverence on the Swinger
Brewing below a pearl of brilliance marked as a Vulture
A vintage season when white is not worn after Labor Day;
Trees shed; and snow purifies natures sins away.
She orchestras in the cold and brings fog to the meadow
Lastly, she demands the forest fever to go
Her curse; as above will be what's bewitched below
Flip of her hand winnow winds whip the ripen vine
And twitter the leaves in acrobatic line
She harvests the heart under the full moon
The twigs snap and crack to the tune
A forest floor a pot of stew whose will it swoon
Who shall fall victim to Her love's spell?
Intractably, indivisible, not even death will be able to unveil
Their heart's, sense's and soul's will ply like tree root in soils
Suffer yoked hearts of pain or a kiss of joy through cursed toils
Whether they're near or far away it's felt like induced coils
Treasurer's heart will free-fall steeper than Niagara Falls
Held captive to psycho-physical calls
Ultimately in tunnel vision like closing in walls
Bloom of light is the spells biological start
One deliberating night emerged a deciduous heart.
Categories:
orchestras, autumn, deep, eve, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Rocky, high lofty mountains do stand tall and
boisterous waves continuously applaud
The rooster crows to commence:
musicians of dolphins, humpbacks and orcas,
vibe with sonic vibrations and
voice their vocal orchestras
Ravens, seagulls and doves chirp the song
The sly rattler rattles his noisy instrument
Crickets click a cool jazzy beat
Mr. grand waterfall has a cascade of steady water tunes
Two love-struck pigeons are dancing in sequence
A gazelle leaps over an enormous rock
A nifty lion roars over a raw hearty meaty meal
There in a meadow, young puppies are barking
a screechy and a pretentious bark
Flowers beautify the landscape: to see
roses, lilies, orchids, impatiens, tulips,
marigolds and lovely violets
They a natural soft colorful prism arrayed
The hills and valleys are unfolding its beauty
Two strong stallion horses are elated
showing their mighty strength
leaping in the air with their hind legs and
hooves kicking
A myriad of fruity fruits are in abundance
and diverse foods favors for taste buds pleasures
like are grapes, oranges, and watermelons
The green trees are spreading out their green leaf branches
giving out; a cool natural shade to all earthly creatures
All people in the world with understanding are rejoicing
and attending. They shouting out praises
and benefiting that of "Earth Praises"
Categories:
orchestras, animal, beauty, christian, creation,
Form:
Imagism
~La Gala Grandeur~
Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid
Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing
Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace
This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...
...is then
~Azaza~ June 19th,2010
Categories:
orchestras, adventure, death, faith, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
A black forest full of ash ,
the sky echo's and leaves a path of light just enough to make you hope there might be a way
out ,
so you search , and you find no water , no color, no warmth,
as you walk every thing becomes colder and darker and you ask me to take your hand , but
I know as the clouds turn in, so will your promises ... into lies.
what a demise.... I am the rock... you are but mere sand... you are black and white...
I am a garden you do not tend... You promise life... you promise velvet cakes lined with lace
and orchestras and touching souls melted like wax candles ....
and I remember as you look back at me and your eyes they gleam in my reflection and they
turn black and your hands they are cold... and the forest draws close and I realize now that
I am all alone... It was never you in my arms, it was always a picture I had, that I hold...
hold dear... and I cry... and I lay here in my dress ... and my pretty hair ... sick dressing
up for you... and the sun no longer shines... and you no longer lie.. and you say .. you don't
love me , and fine.. I don't love you....
And I lie here in the snow.... and the blood drips on the floor... and I let you go ... I have to
rip you from me like a disease... and I scream ... to let me go.. why don't you leave me
alone... and I changed my phone... There is no more sanity.....
written By -Amy Everett 9-13-08
Categories:
orchestras, lost loveme, me,
Form:
Outside you just see the marquis,
it’s ancient lights all glittery,
amidst a city past it’s prime,
hallmark of a more genteel time.
This was a movie palace once,
now mostly stage, theatric fun,
larger than Broadway’s hallowed grounds,
though it’s the only stage around.
Old New York has dozens of plays,
here just one means a special day,
the touring shows, when they come here
will always make the locals cheer.
The women like the musicals,
and a date night that’s eventful,
the men don’t get it, but they come
for ‘rewards’ from girlfriends when done.
That’s why I’m sitting in this seat,
enrapt woman right next to me,
the singing makes me roll my eyes,
but more often than not I find
that even if the play does bore
the theater itself is much more:
Gold chandelier perched up above,
casts light on painted gods of love
who frolic on ceiling plaster,
with eyes of cut alabaster,
above the stage, an ancient scene,
fawns and satyrs, a Grecian dream,
and gilt patterns around the sides,
just beyond where the curtain slides,
marble pillasters flank the stage,
frame the pit where orchestras play,
fancy seats with curving armrests,
splendid cushions in velvet dressed,
there’s opera boxes up above,
but I just do not make enough.
In pressed white shirts and vests ornate
the ushers stand ready and wait,
a pipe organ warmed up the crowd,
harmonic tones of richest sound.
It seems something from days long gone,
shines light on where the world’s gone wrong,
No post-modern black box so stark,
No building thrown up without heart,
But something built up to proclaim
that beauty should never be tamed,
even if Broadway makes me groan,
this building is art cut from stone.
Of course, I don’t say this to her,
she wants theater, not architecture,
but it’s what I appreciate
when dragged out on just such a date.
Categories:
orchestras, appreciation, art, beauty, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
Gaze from West to East
Gentle gentle is the night
Sunfire turns to dusk
Velvet finery
with angel tears scattered 'bout
caught within it's folds
Waltzing to a tune
played by astral orchestras
'Till the morning light
Where upon she takes
her leave untill she's summoned
by Twilight, her love
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup July 18, 2010
Categories:
orchestras, nature, peace
Form:
Haiku
Adventuring through the unknown world,
Beside you is where I was.
Climbing up the towering mountain peaks,
Desired to reach the top.
Emptying out my doubts and sorrows,
Falling through the sky.
Gradually building my strengths and hopes,
Hoping to never drop.
Icebergs and mountains stopped me in my paths,
Jungles and lions too.
Kings and queens from all around the land,
Loyal and fair they were.
Many adventures and fun did I have,
No doubts to be there.
Orchestras of birds and chirpy insects,
Pollute the fresh. fresh air.
Queen bees attack the bright-coloured flowers,
Robbing the pollen away,
Scorpions may have stung, but I didn't feel,
Tell me, you were there.
Umbrellas may have protected my soul,
Venturing far and wide.
With or without my trusty supplies,
Xylophones of joy were here.
You and I, in boats we sailed far and wide,
Zebras wouldn't be any different.
-Ariana Kulikov 2015
Categories:
orchestras, adventure, bird, color,
Form:
ABC
The walls are talking as I walk down the old halls
the sound of the keyboard
so late at night
the tears running down my face
the hours of my deepest emotions
The hours when people would learn the most
If only they cared to listen
The grace of my fingers
as they speak my words
The music inside me is drowning as well
All the signs I keep ignoring
My goal is to take better care of myself
wake up feeling good every morning
proud to see myself in the mirror
to see where I was
and who I became
and what I never left behind
The feelings in my soul
Have been forgotten for a long time
How can my love and my best friend
never see me skate
never see my sing
never see me play
never see me write
never see my poems
They're not things I'm hiding
they're just things I've let go
We've both lost joy in the things we enjoy
my old hope now is that
we can experience each others joy together
without a fight
Go to your sports games
go to my plays
go to your concerts
go to my orchestras
Paint together
build together
walk together
create together
We shouldn't be doing them alone anymore
That's the point of marriage
Isn't it?
Why else would you be marrying someone
If they weren't the one you wanted to spend every day with?
The one you wanted to create new memories with
instead of trying to relive the old ones
I think we're with better people this time
I know that's one of my main objectives
I haven't thought of the future much recently
But that's what I really want to see
I can picture how I want to feel waking up every morning
I can feel what it would be like to walk in the park with you
To experience anything in nature with you
What could be more amazing than that?
Well I know one thing
to go to bethel with you
to go to conventions and assemblies with you
to sit next to you at memorials
to do regional with you
to walk in service with you
We've been missing a lot of things
Help me get through 126 more days
Then we can start planning our future
and all of this will then become our nostalgia
Categories:
orchestras, nostalgia, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse