Puccini Poems - Poems about Puccini

... 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, ......Read the rest...

...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;......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...The three enigmas of Turandot The well of souls run deep in fabled lands of old. Of China's ancient dynasty and the lost Great Tartary, a ballad of love and loss that must be told. The Emper......Read the rest...

...it is so quiet here no noise.. then a voice singing trilling so thrilling a supremo supreme to soliloquy ......Read the rest...