Puccini Poems - Poems about Puccini

...Walls breathe insistent hunger, red as the inside of a split pomegranate, richer still where the tallow has melted, slick as the fat from a burnt offering. Scarpia does not eat. He savors—sou......

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... All followed the lore, drawn to the cultured door Arias rushed in score with Puccini lovers galore All to hail in glore, the cherished Master's store Then, the ROAR! Gratitude for the first dra......

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... Born in New York of Italian descent- from childhood on- lasting still all these years, Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament- The drama of romance, fear, death, and tears. The power, ......

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...I loved her sorrows. We shared a mask that we spoke through - a mail-box for wordless hungers. Passion maimed us, even I shed tears sensing a Puccini last act. She read herself in my face;......

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...I fell in love with her sorrows. We shared a mail-box for wordless hungers. Passion maimed us, even I shed tears, sensing a Puccini last act approaching. She read herself in my face. I gave h......

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...Composer Giacomo Puccini a master of musical repartee five From a lineage of five best to hear his operas live......

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...La Boheme Series Haiku — Mimi Dies songs call love ~ bread with wine beg warmth ~ too late come some chances granted —————————————————————— ———— (c)sally young eslinger 6/2022 Thanks......

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...Dark brier grow thick in Cleveland, thorny tendrils thrive. Clapperboard homes slack and linger, neglected yards grow thin grey bones. A vaporous wave passed over Lake Erie. None noticed the l......

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...I loved her sorrows. We shared a mask that we spoke through - a mail-box for wordless hungers. Passion maimed us, even I shed tears sensing a Puccini last act. She read herself in my face. ......

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...That evening it rained. He was glad the diva was dry up there on the warmly lit stage. The cold rain found every opening in his casual attire, rivulets ran in runnels seeking out sof......

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...I have begun a short haiku series based on my favorite opera La boheme. This haiku may begin the series,not sure. Hoping for feedback. Thanks for reading. le bon homme Puccini smiles white m......

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... A damp and dank November morn A mist hangs over the sea Another bad night of tossing and turning Feeling emotional and lonely you see Then right on cue as if to say Sit back Rel......

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...I fell in love with her sorrows. We shared a mask that we spoke through, a mail-box for wordless hungers. Passion maimed us, even I shed tears, sensing a Puccini last act approaching. She......

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...A radio aired an awful auld aria, Astounding all my aged aural edifices In eerie aura of araucaria trees Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze. My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain ......

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...I fell in love with her sorrows. We shared a mask that we spoke through, a mail-box for wordless hungers. Passion maimed us, even I shed tears, sensing a Puccini last act approaching. She r......

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