Best Preludes Poems
Porcelain keys create
Passionate sonatas
Pitched in dulcet notes through
Prewritten preludes that
Piercingly vibrate when
Pianists softly press
Pedals to enhance tunes
Categories:
preludes, music, poems, word play,
Form:
Pleiades
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . .
Quote by_Constance La France
We’re born. We learn to walk and talk.
We grow, learn more, and grow some more.
Milestones occur – too numerous to name:
first day of school, first best friend, first date,
first kiss, first heartbreak, and on and on.
Ahhh, so many firsts – some wonderful,
some not!
The poet takes these life events
and molds them into poems using descriptive phrases.
I know within my own mind
there live unwritten words, like fledgling birds,
waiting to be released and given wing!
Poetry that makes us feel is poetry most real.
I think it should be every poet’s desire
to capture words – the perfect words
conveying all the beauty (and the sadness too)
that connects us all, one to another.
May our life’s preludes continue,
and may we never falter for poetic words.
Unwritten words inside my own mind
I hope forever
I may find.
Nov. 19, 2022
Categories:
preludes, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Kiss by the Passing Breeze of Awakening
Dust of divine whimsy
Flutters softly on unconscious cheeks
With ephemeral dawning
Fleeting like the flash of silver sandals
In moonlight - here then hidden -
Stepping out of the opaque
Soul stirring from oblivious daydreams
Stepping into moments of classical
Lavender-rose moments.
The leaven of breezes in stardust essence
Flares in lambent clarity
Caches of chimera, that drain the heartbeat,
Shrivel in bursts of cheeky shooting stars.
Aroused from the depths of sleepwalking,
Grace notes float on rose scents
Harvested in potpourris for strangled screams
Scrambling through midnight fogs,
Sentience revisits in soft swirls
Awareness, roused by reveille,
Stirs caressed codas in soft preludes,
Awakes in fresh mindful raptures
Nurtured by a passing angel kiss.
Categories:
preludes, life, senses, sleep,
Form:
Verse
so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore
-Sam Robinson
Poem genesis from:
Stardust Road
by Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
preludes, angst, courage, faith, life,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot
Loose leaves rustle.
The grey light of evening dips and sways.
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo.
Gone are the jays and the wagtails,
the burnt-out end of smoky days.
No fancy gadgets,
just a jar of pencils newly cut.
The clatter
of a typewriter
haunts the silence, like a 'pecker
jonesin' for nutrition, finding squat.
Curtains flutter.
She's shabbily dressed and thin.
A lonely candle sputters
and she struggles.
Notes and erasers jostle for space,
still no inspiration will brighten her face.
Coffee and cigarettes,
vodka and tears, and none will curb her fears
of ever grasping
white from black,
light from limbo, the curse of the damned,
the neverland that has her clammed.
One word, one spark
of enlightenment nudges her back.
Exhilaration wracks her,
electricity whacks her
like a sharp evening breeze,
and her fingers are dancing all over the keys!
Categories:
preludes, inspirationallonely,
Form:
Verse
"What is our life but a succession of preludes to
an unknown song whose first word is surrender."
Quote by _Constance
My life has been one of high cliffs and deep dark pits,
oh, the map of my journey is unfathomable;
so often I have fallen from a high rocky precipice,
and with courage climbed from pits of sorrow and grief !
But, somehow on this doomed voyage I found strength,
and have an inner courage to take a step within the unknown;
I can now face the puzzle of my strange life,
can explore unfamiliar and uncharted winding paths !
Oh, sure there are days I dangle from a lofty crag,
with a sheer drop into angry blue surging ocean waves;
and there are days I walk in beauty untold,
a foreign visitor in a mysterious forest on an adventure !
I have no fear of climbing vertical walls to find my bliss,
immense peril will not stop my quest for the purpose of my life;
I love finding the obscure- the secrets in the beyond,
and enjoy the view from a mountain overhang !
"And though scars are the roadmap of my life,
I drink from the deep blue cup of sky."
Quote by - Constance
______________________
January 27, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Precipice of The Unknown
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1424-917-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 02/13/2022
Second Place
Categories:
preludes, introspection,
Form:
Verse
May we be saluted as we stand brave and tall.
For we do not smile into the face of danger, though we brace ready for the brawl.
What is that, that that I see, it's the
Dark Angel glaring down upon me.
Hold still my courage tightly grasped.
Guard it against my building weakness.
Surely my hedge stone of strength falls fast.
For with gaping mouth, my soul's aghast.
O guardian angles where art thou?
Of your essence, I do not see!
Upon you, I trust all that make me
The vivacious heroine I currently-be.
Yet, now I am fallen on bend-of-knee
With mounting weariness, my nerves grow thin.
Windows wide opened reveals stark fear within.
Take charge "my" icy stare frozen sickles brightly glare.
Of this moment of graved aware
Affixed to root a solid mass vital seconds now to pass.
Still no twitch or flick of "foot", all thoughts to flee, all thoughts last.
With outstretched hands grant me my honor.
Of restoring please do not ignore.
Return to me my pride and glory.
On this notion, I do implore.
Do not snatch the life within me.
Release my breathing so it flows free.
Of my name, you do not see.
On the list given unto thee.
Go thy way yonder time to come.
Here now living I’m not done.
~~~Preludes in the poem "Tones"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tones_1198731
Categories:
preludes, 2nd grade, angel, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Tuneful preludes play on whoosh of spring wind
as flowers spread their kaleidoscopic wings
Two quartets daze in awe while celebrating
a reunion with picnic and ballroom dancing.
The golden showers radiate and incandesce…
Tulips and jasmine nearby bloom so fresh.
Like utopia where ensembles are veritable
Birds of paradise hung their notes to warble.
Music plays…. in graceful moves…smiles scintillate
a luncheon together - each one will never forget.
Memories are all in photos with red roses
Big sunflowers are captured…jutting our faces.
I hold tenaciously an album in a bright clip
of families in garden party for close friendship.
July 7, 2014 11.10pm
Third Place
Contest: Garden Party: Verb-alized Noun-sense with floral accents
Judged: 7/15/2014
Sponsor: Poet Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
preludes, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Some said it would come with the millennium
Worldwide chaos and technology confusion
Two-thousand twelve forecasts create mystification
Are the hopes we hold for man’s future an illusion?
There is no doubt our day of reckoning will come
Tornadoes, tsunamis and earthquakes are preludes
Softly ticking clocks gain the thunder of drums
With caution we confront skeptical attitudes
Some spend their entire lives in states of fear
I choose to live in a capsule of serenity
The end of man’s reign on earth may be far or near
As we await passage to a heavenly city
Let’s not get caught up in the growing speculation
Instead concentrate on how we live every day
Knowing our path to eternity has begun
And the covenant of God’s love I won’t betray
The date, the time and even the means matter not
For those who treat others with kindness and respect
To say we know the precise moment? That’s a long shot
Choose to live in the now, not suffer in retrospect
Categories:
preludes, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
Weak audible creaks from a faded pub sign
Preludes a visual crash, combed by critical eyes
Though the structure was sound
The worn brackets were faint
Flaking words curled and dropped
With the tired peeling paint.
Categories:
preludes, imagination, places,
Form:
Couplet
It has become painfully obvious that the only way to be heard
is to pay through the nose to be a lifetime nerd,
the way to be read in on this sight
is to pay through the nose with disdain-unslight
the drivel/dribble practicum that is profound in it's reading
is a joke, sickening jest this side of profane with often open ended
vocab blur bleeding from a finger up my butt countenance, hey I can be a pooret
yet as in all ways money that talks/squalks/walk the bills
up/on cuming and its resolute intercourse interims the slash good words for the sentient freefall to the ills of my **** really mean/matters/ ratiorationale reticient/demeanor/demonstrative/destructive co cliff effervicient
sentient fecal savored poetic prickprofundity perversing on pisspoor gobetweens
prepostured with sitesucking positiveprevelance performance preludes of lifetime member promises. GoThe usual suspects figure.
As GMarx once reveled in his Libra coutenance, "I would not want to belong to a any club that would have me as a member"! So be it as u quali/quasi/qualify your
intermiserable inputs from lowly wantobe"poets"? Really, where do you get this chum encrusted fecal crap?? Love, beholding, misery, misertudes of life and sequesters of social misfitted miserdoms as to your innane, irrelevant, idiotic, interpretation of the serial social merits of human america and its poetic sense, and the globe as it is. I haplessly hope that in the humo state of written wrongs that u hate my stuff sur-plenty of desolution row and the good of for what it's worth in my non sequential birthday of sixty something nothings per social senses.
my money nevertalks, even on this lice level. D--aaamn.
Never let it me be told that for me
to be hold in an equal fake frequence with all of the hard-on Dr. Filth viagra statue status that I can speak from my borrowed loaned loins and be heard to a pro poem status dollar of signoff significance.
I know I am being obtuse and indifferent as I don't want to play the $$$ poe whore game that would catapult me to the upper stratosphere of a poetic Zeus, Oden and the like in your eyes, as talent not matters. WTFE. But alas
keep me in your prostratic/pussitic poetic poison prism, Dave. "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers". Otherwise, FU. Keep the faith.
Categories:
preludes, america, community, dedication, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
~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-
Categories:
preludes, beautiful, love, music, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background,
The Page
plays the blues,
interludes,
fingers touching the
sensual key notes
scent openings
in the mind
reeling
in the horizontal lines
along morning bodies
now glistening, the
dark nights aligned,
The Page
plays the blues,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
those heavy Prison Blues
absent black holes
now universes away,
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers,
plucking the strings
pressing points slowly
in from the cold
warm air tracing
curves
in the winding road
whispered along smooth
racing executions
erogenous pleasures
shifting gears upwards
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
slow dancing
french kissing
seducing
interludes
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers
strings softly plucked
come undone
Emerald Eyes
measuring
the blues
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way
The Preludes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Chopin No 4 Preludes (Chopin), Jimmy Page
Hummingbird, Jimmy Page
Emerald Eyes, Jimmy Page
Prison Blues, Jimmy Page
Categories:
preludes, romance, senses, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Shadows of the pre-dawn night
Of thee I fathom what's to come
Fear not the shades of hopeless strife
Thy will preludes the strength of sun
O'er prairies filled with downy haze
Your power seeks to forge a path
That follows rainbows all the way
From lightning strikes to calm at last
Of thee I fathom what's to come
'Till sundown, battles will be won!
12/21/13
7:30 am
Categories:
preludes, courage,
Form:
Quatrain
His music, written centuries ago,
is still beloved and performed today:
cantatas, fugues, concertos, preludes, and
the mass in B – perhaps the greatest piece
of choral music ever to have been
composed. From soaring tones, the voices build
a sound cathedral, reaching to the sky.
The crucifixion’s deep despair and then
the resurrection’s radiant joy resound
and touch the audience and the singers deep
within their inner human core and heart –
the miracle of music that transcends
the times. Immortal is the master’s work.
2/22/2017
For contest: Form I with a Theme
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
preludes, music,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter