Pianos Poems - Poems about Pianos

...How was it back in the day? The second-grader asked me. I knew by now he thought I was at least a hundred and three. We rode in Conestoga wagons for months, I told him. Threw pianos out too. Ate w......Read the rest...

..."Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably; of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet. Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact......Read the rest...

...SENSE PLEASURE Red honeyed apples autumn leaves dewed ****** merge with sun streams whilst children sleep dear dreams Bobbing bubble baths yogurt ......Read the rest...

...A belle, ethereal and calm, Was cursed with eternal tears. Her grace was destined to decay, were that which caused her tears revealed. Her face, a sparkling mess of dew, Disguises all the pai......Read the rest...

... Words neat quiet mutinous never go silent. Words overflow the mind and turn insentient paper into realms of melodies. Black and white paper become pianos of unvoiced dreams that sum......Read the rest...

... Art is abstract Art thrives with colours Colours brighten faded coral Colours highlight black Black skies with silver stars Black opal gemstones Gemstones like amethyst Gemstones of vivid ru......Read the rest...

...She missed out on music lessons as a child. Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild. For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster. And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn'......Read the rest...

... "Sweet Chariot" Swing low sweet chariot where it hurts most, we smile through the pain, violins always swept me away saving pianos for buriel daze, keys, each a no......Read the rest...

...Golden sky white clouds a mass vapor and water and so the skies begin to move into a gray from a year of drought, dry trees and bushes, dry rivers and ponds, empty creeks the birds crying out on......Read the rest...

...The Pianist's Weep By FD Ravenskraft The reflection of the E minor Constantly he plays for the grasps As she copes forever last Lasting in the passionate glance He plays her final waltz In......Read the rest...

...This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths, Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths? Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl, Both 'lived-in' long......Read the rest...

...Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or a Fazioli Pianoforti long had he craved to play them. He was in love with grand pianos, their shape and sheen, their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies. ......Read the rest...

...We keep hanging gods on trees And we keep saints in cemeteries Prostitutes in the street Escorts on the streams And the king on the bills Do you understand what all this means You chose to ke......Read the rest...

...Intolerance weaves threads of hatred in the fabric of our scary times, innocent blood is shed in madness, fanaticism spreads like wild fire, life is splintered by lancet of chaos into disposa......Read the rest...

...I no longer listen to certain songs that remind me of you If I do my brain becomes like white grapes in a wine press the juice seeping out of my eyes leaving the pomace sloshing within my skull f......Read the rest...