Cello Poems - Poems about Cello

...Instrument Play it Play the tune Doesn't it take you, to the moon Imagine me a flute Play the note It sends you to a space Where do you want to float Float on a cloud And the flut......Read More

...The man in the moon Was smiling at noon When he heard Mr. Fox Playing his cello On a late day in June He was playing a tune To the likes of Mrs. Pig And her fellow Mr. Cow came al......Read More

... Come cover me with taffeta blue let the shine rub onto you when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy in its pure state I love the touch of man-made materials when I speak with my cello s......Read More

...Sun, Moon, and stars My day, my night, and my dreams Naturally beautiful you are A peaceful countryside with a cool flowing stream So radiant and soothingly mellow Lovely rays permeating ......Read More

... Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks A warm breeze rises within me As I recall the moments Which linger in my heart forever The pulsating sphere of light and dark Polar opposite lovers in the cir......Read More

...*** OF AND ABOUT IT ALL *** Life’s so much a-coming or a-going, With hours of waiting or flowing From now to next While we step about, hopefully blessed — On a quest for things major or minor......Read More

...Colorful leaves on trees They fall during a breeze Natures masterpiece People dressed in fleece Abundance of Mother Earth Showing her worth Pumpkins, apples, and gourds Harvest festival......Read More

...I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away, As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today. I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing......Read More

...FALSE FRIEND Phoney Croney DYING WITH LAUGHTER Croaking Joking ALIBI Lover Cover RUDENESS Respect Neglect CELLO Middle Fiddle TENTH PLACE W......Read More

...Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh, Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso, Take-outs growing mould beside my cello, It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale memo, Landlord shrieks......Read More

...A Poe-M (The morning I felt the sun in the mode of Lip sync, In feeling in me and my mom) How are you, my cello sun? I got a tremendous deal. Just in need to be blissful, in the best counse......Read More

...Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and I w......Read More

...Sorrow climbs its roofless tower. Descends to be gut deep, genitalia deep. Now it has the weight of rain clouds. A smoked umber moves through an invisible throat. Fine hairs are stroked......Read More

...Brahms pushes a piano into my ear. I hear the stool creak as he sits. He does not introduce the music, he expects me to remember it, know it, eat it. He lights up a Havana, clarinet and violi......Read More

... Up in the above roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts. Changelings run between brick walls one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree to hear what ......Read More