Encore Poems - Poems about Encore

Encore, Encore

Encore, .... Encore,
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A Most Precious Encore -2019

It starts as a tickle, a gentle tease,
a whispered secret, like a breath of wind.
Then it swells and bursts, a joyous eruption,
a chorus of mirth, unleashing ripples of glee.

It knows no boundaries, no walls, no chains.
It traverses languages, cultures, and open country.
It unites the world in a harmonious song,
where in its embrace, we all belong.

In

The Last Encore

Staring into 
a crystal gaze
The throng is burning
purple haze

Music blaring
notes on fire
Crescendo glaring
demon ire

Staring into
a crystal gaze
The faces foreign
voices bade

In unison
their screams demand
Encored tribute 
— to save the band

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024) 

Encore

Encore
David J Walker

The Straight-Line life will
find a way to wind
its way in time

Save the savings they say
for a future day 

Save the savings for 
play days and dates in a future
unsecured

I am the today onstage
there will be no encore 
	and therefor

No tomorrow
	No yesterday

Encore

Are they electric curtains
Or simply strobe lights?
Shining beams upon
The bottom crimson creases.
Who knows because regardless,
Two beautiful voices
Continue to awe us.
An audience so appreciative.

Encore

Down passion's path we were led
until we could march no more
With appetence robustly fed
exhausted to our core
I lie beside you in love's soft bed
your taste still touching my lips
With love's scent lingering in my head
into the world of dreams, I slip
Until morning’s light, the darkness sheds
your soft skin glows like fire
I kiss you again from

Encore

wet sticky daydream

hands pinned down with tenderness

thundering applause

Bravo, and Encore

the violinist's orgiastic sweet spots
again, again, over and over and over...
   he wraps his magical bow
   around your yielding soul
   filling you with visions
   of uncharted forests, skies
   peace never felt before...
you find yourself silently
screaming for someone
to share this ecstasy with ~
   come

Mulqueens Encore

A scientist by the name of Mulqueen
Wanted to create a Patrick's day scene
Some borax he ignited
The Irish were excited 
When over town he sent clouds of bright green.

The crowds called an encore they did insist
Mulqueen quite drunk now he couldn't resist
To liven up the party
Mixed borax with TNT
And the town vaporised in a green mist.


Written

A Last Encore

A Last Encore
	    	
		Radiant shafts of light pierce the altar window
	    	As memories, fragmented, slowly come of
	    	Years long gone yet not forgotten,
	    	For we knew each other well.
	    	All gathered today
	    	In memorial attire
	  

Encore

complete silence as the orchestra had finished the symphony

and final applause and salutes had brought down the curtain

but the director still staged tunes in the theatre of her mind

the cembalo envied the drums and the heartbeat got faster

as she mastered the triangle and trumpeted a simple refrain

sadly she had become stone deaf but was able

Encore

I know just what to do
with that incense and these candles; 
I’ll just go cut off all the lights
I know just how to vibe;
Sing to me with that guitar 
so I can memorize your song;  
So I can sing  it when I need to
when everything feels wrong; 
Sing to me with that guitar

Light of My Reason

The chords of wind plays
another song of dawn
each stroke a painting
behind the clouds,
slumber in my eyes
feel of dead throat
swallowed my last lyrics
Shall I ask for an encore
for the light of my reason?

Daily Encore

Rain-grey days are the worst
for his presentation.
Weather's distraction
steals his thoughts
as it stills his soul.

Most days the others ignore
him, busy with their own
productions.
He is the only one who reads,
the others seem to sit and speak softly
to a polite and punctual
audience.

So he writes daily:
terse exclamations of love,
heated arguments with angels
and demons,
and even sad love songs,
but he never

Final Encore

I tripped upon some words
manifesting this line
but for the next
i might
take
my time
Watching rainbow
beams
flowing colour streams
from tips
of phoenix tails
just new born
and embers
bathe within the fire
of eternal sire
to watch its offspring's
final dawn
Adorn the words with letters
create spaces for the spaces
interlace the laced intern
combine the line
is written in the sand
No one understand
Welcome to my land
was your journey planned
dont

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