Best Woodwinds Poems
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I
And the violins
And the woodwinds
Weep
Softly into the night
So moved by the sounds
Welling up
From the depths
Of the soul
That conveys
The over-whelming
Emotional pain
Contained
In every word
Of the song he sings
‘Home to Stay’ .
~~~~~
Categories:
woodwinds, music, on writing and
Form:
Verse
Angels Sing
I hear them,
all the time.
When I pick up my child,
and hold her close,
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway,
and distant.
When I go to my grandmothers,
and clean her kitchen,
all afternoon,
while she teaches me,
how to make,
cornbread and beans…
the right way.
Violins and soft flutes,
as she smoked for 60 years.
She is dying,
My heart is crying,
but the woodwinds are respectful…
of her years, if not my tears.
When I go to my loves grave,
and stand beside the small flag,
I can hear the band,
playing Rock Songs,
favorite one time hits,
and the Star Spangled Banner!
The vocals, on high,
Every word a blessing
to the family,
you left behind.
The freedom to listen,
The freedom to sing,
to laugh and pray,
about everything!
Categories:
woodwinds, angel, christmas, confidence, granddaughter,
Form:
Free verse
When you rise in the early morning long before the sun’s first light
you have this wonderful opportunity to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
If you don’t hear the music at first…wait!…it won’t be long…
before the crickets, whom you never see, choose the rhythm of the song.
Once you catch the rhythm…just as your body begins to sway…
as if the maestro pointed in their direction…the woodwinds begin to play.
Their music enters from every direction as you walk through the neighborhood…
The melody changing depending on how the wind chooses to whistle through the woods.
The woodwinds can enter loudly on a gust…or softly on a gentle morning breeze…
either way….wherever you turn…there is music in the trees.
Just as you’re thinking to yourself…is there a better way to start the day…
the birds pick up their horns…and the brass begins to play.
If you’re lucky…and you listen closely…sometimes the music of the night…
offers a violin concerto…of the hummingbirds in flight.
Some walks take a little longer…you stop more often…close your eyes knowing you don’t have to see…all you have to do is listen to nature’s morning symphony.
Sadly…when the sun begins its rise…the symphony quickly fades away…
as the music of the night relinquishes the stage to the music of the day.
But another symphony begins tomorrow…if you rise before the sun’s first light…
another opportunity awaits…to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
Categories:
woodwinds, music, nature, night,
Form:
Rhyme
For the sake of today when we wake,
let the morning breeze touch our face.
For the sake of your smile,
would you care to let me hold you a while?
Look all around for the fall of my tears,
raining down,
down on the ground.
As my fingers roll the grand ole piano,
an infinate tune of my soul.
Let me feel for the sake of your beating heart,
a rhythm to start.
The drum beats to the rhythm of life.
The drum beats in my dreams at night.
I hear you calling deep within,
the sweet tunes of a violin.
With shadows dancing on the wall,
and candles burning, raindrops fall.
The woodwinds sound the tunes of time.
Life's scenes flashing through my mind.
To save my peace and happiness,
no tunes, no notes, just silent rest.
The music of heaven let it happen again.
The scent of jasmine from the wind.
One breathless moment my lover, my friend.
To taste the sweat that falls from you,
and kiss you with the morning dew.
The beat of life the drum beats to.
The beat of love for me and you.
So, do you dare to lay with me,
in shade from my magnolia tree,
and listen to the symphony?
Categories:
woodwinds, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
Form:
Romanticism
A classical symphony's a thing
whose stirring sounds ring
via woodwinds and strings
hearts and souls inspiring
Categories:
woodwinds, inspirational, music,
Form:
Monorhyme
CAPRICE
The day
Starting slowly
A faint trill
In the woodwinds
And the sun
Oh the sun!
Tints
Those rose colored clouds
So still
Small and
Shaped
Yawning
Still sleep drugged
Then
A breeze
From somewhere
On my cheek and
In wonder
In thought
I rub my eyes
The sentinels
From on high
Sing praise
Unto the sky
All is twiggy
Woody
Mid March
And I
Standing
Atop an awakening Earth
Dare I wish for
But one last glimpse
That this single moment
Might never end
Categories:
woodwinds, nature
Form:
Free verse
Play for me a melody
Something in a far off tune
One that brings the sounds together
The way it's meant to do
A symphony to fill the need
Of those who have lost sight
As woodwinds fill the air we breath
Setting music into flight
Play for me a rhapsody
One that takes me to cloud nine
Swoon me into ecstasy
As euphoria waits in line
With a hand held over my warming heart
As it flutters to the beat
Play for me a melody
That is ever so soft and sweet
Categories:
woodwinds, life, song,
Form:
Rhyme
The Band Concert
It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage,
but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me.
I sat with family on bleachers that sunny day as
the glorious band’s thunderous sounds filled my ears,
and my chest vibrated wildly with the powerful music
from brass, woodwinds, percussion, and resounding drums.
As my heart beat in sync with the strong pounding rhythm,
such deep patriotic emotion fully engulfed me, and I
could feel my heart fill up with pride as it beat with
the thrill of that music and with the vision of those great
young men and women in huge formations, marching
on their way to receive diplomas and off to serve our country.
Then I saw him, our dear son, marching within that "Long Gray Line",
stepping in unison with fellow classmates to that awesome music.
The wondrous relentless rhythm from those drums and horns,
together with the artistic and intricate merging formations,
engulfed my whole being as tears filled my eyes with pride and joy—
on that special day—at that one-time special event—in May 1981...
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/16/2016
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: The Concert
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/10/2015
Categories:
woodwinds, graduation, march, music, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a marching band mom,
I'm very proud of it,
Brass, woodwinds, drummers, and pit.
Counting steps to find their spots,
Keeping time with doctor beat,
Forwards and backwards with their feet.
Learning new sets everyday,
Marking spots with sidewalk chalk,
Helping each other with a talk.
Adding music as they go,
Coordinating timing,
Keep up the playing and marching.
Mastering notes that help playing the tunes,
Mastering body form from head to toe,
Playing and marching makes a lovely show.
Categories:
woodwinds, music, people, son,
Form:
Rhyme
So effortlessly do musicians play
Concerts at night, rehearsals by day
Woodwinds, strings, brass or drums
Why, when I try, do I come up all thumbs
Categories:
woodwinds, humorous, me, music,
Form:
Couplet
There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—
be they grouping in formation
or harmonious creation,
fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,
with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,
gravitationally steady,
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,
like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,
viols, woodwinds, (theoried strings),
to the charms a keyboard brings—
measureless concerti vast
merging present with the past
seamlessly, or so it seems,
as in firmaments of dreams…
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was from “Cosmic Concert for GAM 2017” which was livestreamed with composer Giovanni Renzo, described as “a collection of compositions and improvisations conceived as a visual and poetic exploration of the universe…”
Inspiration also came from the article, “Galactic Wreckage in Stephan’s Quintet”: “A clash among members of a famous galaxy quintet reveals an assortment of stars across a wide color range, from young, blue stars to aging, red stars.”
Categories:
woodwinds, dream, imagination, music, sky,
Form:
Verse
I slip in unobtrusively
and take a seat in back,
the orchestra is tuning up,
I open up my pack
and take a rolled up magazine
with which to play along,
conducting is a passion
I have had since I was young.
The brass, the woodwinds and the strings,
the tympani and all,
play scattered notes and splattered tones
until the maestro's call.
The program is Stravinsky's 'Rite,'
an overture by Brahms,
and there am I gesticulating
wildly with my arms!
A cello player noticed me
and signalled to the Man,
"Come, make music! Step on down
and join this merry band!"
the maestro cried in strident tones,
then summoned me on stage,
with great excitement I obeyed,
as he turned back the page.
"From the beginning!" he enjoined,
and handed me the stick,
I tapped the podium and stared,
I started feeling sick!
But then the downbeat... hell broke loose!
the orchestra responded,
Damn! I guess I nailed the Brahms,
how glorious it sounded!
It was then that I awoke,
my closet was a tip,
I stood in my tuxedo
with a poker in my grip!
The famed Chicago Symphony
with Solti in the lead,
how graciously he'd chosen me,
what better dream indeed!
Categories:
woodwinds, music, tribute,
Form:
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:
woodwinds, confusion, funny, music
Form:
Free verse
// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
Categories:
woodwinds, appreciation, blessing, music,
Form:
Abecedarian
Alone amongst a forest of foreboding trees
I hear restless rustling of whispering leaves
they rise and fall, are held captive among
the windy utterances of an ancient tongue.
Wild words can be heard, like woodwinds, disturbed
cloaked and rooted in time, their meanings preserved
I listen as I roam, through stoic, staunch groves
as I try to discern the deep secrets they know.
Do I hear woodsy lyrics of timeless songs?
I move to mysterious tunes and sway along
as mist rolls into the forest and blankets the earth
I feel the heartbeat of trees and their endless worth.
Written on 5/16/2022
Categories:
woodwinds, mystery, nature, tree,
Form:
Rhyme