Best Overture Poems
gilded horizon
overture of a new day
the sun awakens
Categories:
overture, sun,
Form:
Haiku
How many ways
Can I say to you?
With words
Or silence
The towns square clown seeking your affections
Coldness or warmth
Open your loins of desire
Bare your heart
Let me whisper
As I enter into you
I am you
You are me
Entwined
In the prison of freedom
The poison of love
The potion of eternal youth
Let me taste your lips
Suckle upon breast
Life
Lust
Love
My hand like a surgeon
Inside your heart
Mending broken wings
You, with no mask
Me with no words
Silence becomes the tomb
Of our love
Categories:
overture, beauty, heart, i miss
Form:
Light Verse
Two hearts beating time
Epiphany symphony
Encore Déjà vu
Categories:
overture, love, mystery,
Form:
Senryu
My dearest one -
you oft traversed my well tended garden.
A panacea I personally created
to massage your ailing id.
A garden similar to the wondrous patchworks
found in Eden.
A recreational playground
of neatly lined tree varietals.
Peach, fig, pear and apple trunks -
are surrounded by the glory of lilac bushes
scores of majestic dahlias,
and a plethora of multi-colored hibiscus.
My grandmother taught me many things,
my dearest one.
When I was knee high to her apron hem -
she wrapped me up
within a hatful of stars -
sprinkled with
magic and miracles and morals.
These were her gifts to my soul,
my mind
and my heart.
Without ribbons or bows,
she filled my senses
with a cornucopia of brilliance and logic.
She passed unto me
the precious gifts of observation and decision.
She taught me about apples.
Grandmother guided me through her prized orchard one misty morn.
She held two bushels in her trembling hands.
She extended one of them towards me and said -
"Take this my sweetheart and follow me
for you shall learn something very important today."
She lovingly cooed..."We have two bushels.
One is for Good and the other for Bad."
She continued to liltingly sing..."Apples are like relationships.
There are Good ones and there are Bad."
"However, one should understand and determine
the signs between the two
and separate them accordingly."
Categories:
overture, lifeme, grandmother, me,
Form:
Free verse
night sounds
surreal as dreams
crickets harmonica
owls overture to natures pets
singing
Johnny Sumler
Melody of Cinquain
Categories:
overture, allegory,
Form:
Cinquain
As you wait
for a turn of fate
to get things
rolling again
You pass the time
listening to music
while pondering
transformations solidified
into transparent discrepancies
relinquished by distinguished
personifications that are truly amazing.
You drift through
happy circumferences
as you smile,
gaze into the distance
of truthful overtones
that are resurrected
with the ease
of a twist of justifications
dampening your quest.
Categories:
overture, fate, inspiration, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Tryouts starring musical prodigies
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity
engineered from groundswell harmony
juxtaposed, kindled, linkedin,
manifesting noteworthy opulent philharmonic recording
transcribing universal veritable webbed wide world.
Wunderkinds yield Ziggurat acme approximated asymptote
bequeathing celestial Doppelganger Earthly emulations
formulating fractal glinting highlighting
ineffable joie de vivre jostling, keen kindling,
la la land legerdemain lifting logic
lording Ludwig (Josef Johann) Wittgenstein.
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Yelping zoological apostle Al affidavit Gore handily
heaping hubristically invocation jolting kickstart measures
nipping nixed noblesse oblige opera
quickening quotidian rapid ruination sans supreme
teetering upended venerated wise with acumen
arithmetical Benoit Mandelbrot
chasing far-fetched ideas
lightyears menacing nihilism purging ogres opportunistically
resplendently ripping revered tankard tipping unstoppably
vanquishing varietal whipsawing wonderful wrapt yawning youngsters
warfare written wrought yanking zestfully crushing environmental family
granting Herculean instant karma
malevolent, opprobrious pronouncement
quiet riot silencing severely tragic ubiquitous vicious wreckage
yikyaks apemen cleft Earth.
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Future foragers denounce capitalistic bamboozlers aggression
zealots wrought trashing quintessential naked kingdoms issue
flotsam coagulates zonal wastelands torquing quality NON
killing habitats Earth bleached yellowed voodoo ruins.
Categories:
overture, age, allegory, angst, confusion,
Form:
The explosion of spring is heralded by the sound
of the golden trumpets of the daffodils
Playing an overture to Spring
Listen, you can hear the robin as he trills loves tune
making a nest ready for the eggs she is carrying
The tuning of Spring
The buzzing insects, as they start a long day,
The babbling brook as it tinkles by
The grassy banks by the rivers side
with it's many worms ventilating it inside
This is Spring
So colourful a picture, flowers of delicate hue,
sky starting to look fresher, with it's many pockets of blue.
Beginning of Spring
Many a girl and boy, walk and run by,
hand in hand, heart 's racing, why?
Cos it's spring.
By the summer their hearts might have strayed
For now it is Spring.
Life is full of beginnings never ending.
Joy of now never descending.
Let's sing about Spring everlasting love pretending.
The overture of Spring
Dated march 8 2014
Categories:
overture, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Ballad
The ghostly courier hints at the approach of autumn,
not by changing of leaves,
but by mists during the heat of August
softening the full moon
as an impressionist would in
hazy landscapes.
Subtle, brief drops in temperature
and early morning cobwebs
warn of a change to come.
The fanfare of glory in fiery color,
a crescendo of the approaching season,
is the final display of nature's middle years,
leading to winter's old age.
Categories:
overture, art, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Blazing orange sun
Sings sky and ocean duet.
Foaming finale.
Inspired by Raul's Seascapes
Categories:
overture, nature, sea
Form:
Haiku
The secret's out,
denial's done,
the play's begun
and everyone
who's bought
a ticket,
now must know
the sordid truth
A shameful story
for all to see,
what once was sacred
to you and me,
an intermission
and two acts there'll be,
libretto begins upon page three
In your program you will note
the names of us, the ones who wrote
this tragic tale,
they're now on sale
for two dollars til
the curtain's set to rise
Pull them wide now
for act one,
allow the patrons
to enjoy the run,
the playwright's dream's
upon this stage where
life's not fair
and all's not as it seems
Now at last,
the curtain parts
to show two sadly broken hearts,
an overture of sadness starts
conducted from the tear stained charts
The stage is bathed in softest light
a tragic yet,
engaging sight
the players enter from stage right,
the play begins at last,
tonight
What once was treasured
now'll be measured,
we open the curtains
and welcome you in,
now through two lives
you're free to trudge
to poke and prod and jeer and judge
for once the exposition's begun
the secret's out , so let the fun
begin
The action will begin to rise
a tragedy, it's no surprise
that pain comes even to the wise
the climax of the story's nigh
the audience let's out a sigh
as our two doomed lovers, love,
then dies
Our story's coming to a close,
denouement's near and clear to those
who've understood the complex plot's
that sometime's pain is all we've got
and the losing then,
is what must be sought
The lights go down,
the curtain falls,
no bows, no cheers,
no curtain calls
for now we say
good night to one and all
Remember this,
on closing night
as the cast and crew
fade from your sight,
this work was never done for you
their story of love and broken hearts
belongs in truth, to an audience of two
Categories:
overture, break up, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Shadows form a discreet curtain shrouding love's address
Entering the hypnotic stage, stardust caress
Refracting moonbeams sweep balcony focusing spotlight on gleaming tress
Endeared minstrel plucks heart strings wooing his princess
Nightingale perches in love's apron unbridled passion to express
A romantic balad with blithe melody, congruent harmony; decorum to dress
Dancing to the orchestra, striking a subordinate note; fealty to impress
Enthralled audience captivated by the last, ingratiating bow of courtliness
Medieval Stage vocabulary
apron: a stage that projects out into the audience area.
orchestra: orchestra pit is a lowered area between the stage and the audience.
An allegory, comparing theatrical play to wooing troubador.
Categories:
overture, allegory, devotion, history,
Form:
Acrostic
When
The
Clock hands
Mark midnight
At the New Year Eve
Raise high your champagne flute and cheers
For the best and not so good moments lived in this year
Making an agreement with yourself of realizing the best efforts of progress
Nayda Ivette
12-25-2015
Categories:
overture, new year,
Form:
Fibonacci
OVERTURE
Overture is an opening and in music, it can be an
independent orchestral composition in one movement
or an introduction to an opera, extended musical
composition or oratorio, like Bach’s Christmas Oratorio.
Overture is a prelude that I added in my poem “Music”
every time I recite it in Poetry Open or Poetry Reading.
I sing the first two lines of the song “With A Little Help
From My Friends” and the next two lines for my intro.
The lines I rewrote and sing as “Lend me your ears
and I’ll read you a poem I wrote to share with you”.
My overture for my poem “Music” is not written as
part of the poem as it is meant to be sung for fun.
It is an opening move to warm up the audience
or draw in their attention and get them engaged.
And why not, they get two in one, a little song and
a poem, so dare to add an overture to your poems.
9/22/21 ''O" Contest, New Poems Poetry
Constance La France
Theme #4
Categories:
overture, poems, song,
Form:
Free verse
"TCHAIKOVSKY'S OVERTURE"
I watch her paint the lions under the trees
I listened to her sing the glory of love
I seen her playing on the frozen lake where
her sister fell in and became deaf
today she put a pigeon out of it's misery
because it had been shot
it was then she spoke of
heaven.
today she played the piano with her mother
today she screamed at the female who
stole her bible
today she walked in on her parents making
love and didn't understand
today she saw another female make a move
on her father
today she pushed her enemy off the slide
incidently she shouted she was from Russia.
now she stands by the red apples with a bow
in her
hair.
do you expect me to tell you her next move?
do you expect to find love from those that
preach it?
there's never a convertible inside a cracker
jack box.
keep an eye out for the next line.
By: Chicano Eddie
3-13-2017
Categories:
overture, death, food, girl, girlfriend,
Form:
Free verse