Orchestral Poems | Examples

Ruby Leaves and Breezes

Written: August 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May 

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building celestial diamond — eolith fog glamor
yet not every flame is meant to last
there were no sacred vows, oaths, or clamor
just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew

amber breezes carry dancing embers
not every farewell requires a curtain drawn
ruby leaves drift slowly, tracing days' tempers
while breeze sings dulcet songs on the worn trees

kindling leaves mumbled nostalgia’s orchestral pulse 
akin to the gentle blinking of newborn stars
the harvest moon glows with ancestral impulse
casting shadows shaped such as memories

fallen gold blends with ivory joy 
where owls sing hymns in a minor key
hope flickers in the silence of every decoy
as roots hold secrets only the night can view

Writing A Poetic Rhapsody

Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
A poem to be a rhapsody, of instruments with violins.
Instruments take shape, and as the symphony begins.

The tempo builds, with brightest intensity to engage.
Words follow the beat, to a crescendo of intense rage.
Now, as the kettle drums implode within their skins.
The conductor is in full control, as his baton spins.

The percussion again, joins, as the woodwind slows.
lyrics soften, and the flute’s melody gently flows.
The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage.
Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page.

A Song Born Of Love

I hear you singing the words I wrote
You harmonize in perfect note

An orchestral of brilliant love
A gift of light sent from above

Let's stand together in unity
And teach the world to come together and believe

This crowded room of divine light
My brothers and my sisters
Come together
Recieve the light
Recieve the light
Recieve the light

A song born of love
A song born of love
High above
High above
High above

This crowded room of divine light
My brothers and my sisters
Come together
It's alright
Recieve the light
Recieve the light
Recieve the light

A song born of love
A song born of love
High above
High above
High above

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Love one another
Crowd around
Let's come together

In Nature's Comforting Lap

It’s a beautiful day in May.
Morning light comes covered in swirling mist
Piles of silver clouds move above
A cool zephyr blows from the South
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs 
Birds tweet on treetops singing carols of love
Bees hum a resonant orchestral murmur 
How these common scenes fill me with delight! 
A peace fills me as never before. 
It's a brief interlude from all angry strife! 

My poems from which each line is taken:
1.	A Day in May
2.	Nature in Autumn
3.	The Unrolling Expanse
4.	A Lovely October Morn
5.	A Spring Sonata
6.	Spring Arrives
7.	Gemini Garden- Silent One
8.	What Fascinates Me
9.	By the Seaside
10.	A Silent Night, a Holy Night

Afterglow Haiku

 
         





         orchestral stars played
                 moon and shadows did a dance
                          cat purred in cadence


                         

                               11/5/2024

Eurydice and Her Moonbeamed Tresses

Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like  sweet 
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her 
heart, so aquamarine velvet.

Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic, 
tsunamic romances.

On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her 
chiseled,moonbeam face, 
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.

Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse, 
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!

But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly 
insatiable, heart’s-door! 

Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls 
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!

                              6/4/2024

Delphic

"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." Ralph Waldo Emerson

I lie upon the forest floor
In motion with the lull 
Of the wind’s instrumental snore
Around and stretch curiously null

Growing use to its poetic rhythms
Of nature’s calmness and peaceful
Trees of yesteryear strum hums
Walls that embrace and healthful

Its mysteries diversity unclears
Diffusing rainbow sunlight over me
Sounds become orchestral tears
Echo a moment and flees, an epiphany

5/16/2024

BM piano III

orchestral concerto no 5*
                                              Beethoven brings the piano alive

SO

Softly spoken orchid soul, sowing spiritual seeds of orchestral symphonies

Moonwalking Memoirs

I'm

the

white fog

layered on

gold-jasmine face of

the orange moon, shimmering with

shy starships and laced along hailstones of honesty;

When the sapphires of earth are etched with orchestral milky beams, smeared with ominous balms, 

I want you to weave a cherry-crescent with periwinkle dreams and let aqua-pink amulets swing with gossamer threads of lotus-life, 

which shall pull my sempiternal heartstrings, as frost of the last snow kisses the lunar orchards, twirling upon maroon ruins of moonwalking memories. I'll forever be that silver haze, lingering in your soul's seascapes.

Apple Picking

The old wooden gate is inviting.
A testament to the careful hands of a previous owner. It squeals a greeting as the celtic filigree moss yields to my presence.
I discard my footwear, seeing the need to connect with the fertile green mat of welcome. Apples hang like fragile bejewelled baubles, sweet and dew laden.
A translucent moist mist meanders above the emerald carpet.
I have no intention of disturbing the delicate beauty of the silhouetted trees, yet a whispering invitation begs me to taste and enjoy.
As I pluck the low-hanging blessing, ruddy red and crimson cool to the touch.. the trees whisper again to each other in musical melancholy.
I bite. 
Revealing the future of humanity; like Eve, captured by a naive delight. The juice runs away from my lips like an uncontrolled lie.
I ponder, revealing the descendents in this sculptured core, as it falls from my loosened grasp. I can easily count the seeds in this apple, but could never count the apples in each seed.
I sense a Holy moment, knowing my soul will always be grateful for the symphony of the orchestral orchard.

Contest: Apple Picking
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Candlelit

In the orchestral waves,
Of candlelight,
Her loveliness
Reynaldo Casison

Platinum Talons

Fair-minded whale playground, compass dismisses
    Ceylon sapphire zero horizon echo orchestral chamber 
    Forge rolling bow voyages of uncharted distance 


    Cut water instant recovery, oily onyx giants' undulations 
    Gleefully refuse gravity's hard ground insistence
    Halloween door creak elaborate speak, torso of paisley


    Gyrations ridicule keel knife edge flow resistance 
    Harried sails flap before collapse with human impatience
    Dugongs admonish monolithic ships gritty missions


    Adventure crave creatures flank vessels for playful races
    Delight in the chase, never capture small victims
    Allure fluid, serene serenades resonate clarinet cadence



                   

                      October 31st

Forest With No Trees

The orchestral trees
echo sounds of the woodwinds…
and buzz of chainsaws!

The Harpist

Delicate hands sweep over the strings
Stirring chords and melodies meet,
The harpist gently plunks and pings
Producing music soft and sweet.
She does not smile, concentrating
On the nuances of each crescendo,
Tenor of the performance elevating
Each measure a startling innuendo.
The climax brings a stirring rush
Exhilarating orchestral responses
As over the audience falls a hush
The music its hearers ensconces. 

Written July 16, 2022

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