Short Counterpoint Poems
Short Counterpoint Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Counterpoint by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Counterpoint by length and keyword.
Life is exactly
the counterpoint of what
we realize it is ...
It's impressive and intense ...
Our eyes and
our glasses are those
do not discern well ...
life is exactly
the counterpoint that
we imagine it is...
Wonderful and intense..
The eyes and the glasses
humans are the ones who don't
discern well...
That I never be expert
in hiding ...
May I never be
my counterpoint ...
that I don't die
before understand
all my astonishment ...
and that I don't live
those disenchantments ....!
“EN POINTE”
My Darlings, what a lovely way to pass the time “en pointe.”
Arching your back, trying desperately to counterpoint the feet,
The smile on your faces can not hide the pain of it all.
Inside a frozen moment you wait
the door ajar
as if to capture the faintest echo
of footfall
the mirror scrutinizing that empty space
on the couch
my reflection endlessly snared
in mute counterpoint.
drip
by drip,
here and there,
close to my art
now,I am at ease;
layer,upon layer
my painting begins to live;
a harmony of give and take,
passivity becomes counterpoint
to the lyrics dancing in my mind's eye
Brian Strand
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typical
grounded
contrasts
natural
counterpoint
in VIRTUAL VALUES
filled
elegant
idealistic
manifested
motifs
with NOTHING CONTRIVED
overall
decorative
conceptual
definite
declarations
inside
a frozen
minute
you wait
the door
ajar
as if
to capture
the faintest
echo of
footfall
the mirror
scrutinizing
that empty
space
beside you
on the couch
my reflection
endlessly
snared
in mute
counterpoint
03/22/18
bleakness of Autumn
on a cloudy-sunless day
muted colors droop
spirit’s s i l e n t interlude...
…blush of solo-leaf descant
12/1/2017
descant - a melody or counterpoint sung above the plainsong of the tenor
(from Merriam-Webster)
I wonder, maybe you do too, let me know your thoughts on this;
A sunny day would have no significence if there was no rain.
Likewise, Goodness must have a counterpoint, to give it validity.
Just a thought?
I invite any comments, please. Your humble servant, tom.
Form:
concentrated
richness
of
sound
to
educate
the
ear
to
sustained
attention
of
strands
of counterpoint
self-discovery
by
a sense
of
experence
to
arouse
the body
& mind
in
a collective
engagement
Inbetweeness
inwardsness
in
facsimile contrasts
energy
deployed innovatively
an equilibrium
of parallels pursued
interwoven
overlaid
lines with circles
in reciprocal
motifs
counterpoint
visualisaed
slowly
in
mosaical
harmony.
On a day
like this
It went viral
It became
historic!
elements of Spring
matchless in its beauty
became ravaged with pain
frantic for survival
a tempest from the sky
prevailed,
sadness filled the air;
fervid yet brief
a death knell
jaded manifold
a counterpoint,
a natural cull,vistas lost
'til renewal
became the norm
Its a reggresive sight to see the condition of hostages
Being released by hamas?? Its a sad counterpoint to the
Whole sad situation.' And gnaws away at hope of there
Being any good solution, any way to sanity..For barbarisam will
But destroy all souls that employ it.' Enough.!! Time to
Consider on our humanity surely' and the positives it can
Facilitate.'
A harpist sent a note
That felt rather sharp.
It left me feeling flat
As a worn-out tune.
Out of rhythm and sync;
Too lento to make the play,
I lacked the harmony
To counterpoint her melody.
Cadenza like, my heart once surged;
Now it drums out a dirge.
The key to her heart
Lay with a noted composer.
This heartless rat made her a coda;
Turning her into a decomposer.
I crave the timeless peace and joy
This music often brings
To souls with whom the world would toy
And run around in rings.
Careless of mood, the master speaks
With string and pipe and voice;
No other strain my spirit seeks,
My Desert Island choice.
His counterpoint and melody
Shine through when days are dark;
None brings such solace yet, but he :
Johann Sebastian Bach.
eccentric
mischievious
quirky
sensations
insouciance
splashed
in
glimpses
of complicated
offhand
fashions
witty
comical
coherent
counterpoint
so
unnervingly
curious
in exaggerated
nonsensical
carricatures
seething
teeming
augmented
elongated
elaborations
absurb
amusing
into
rough-hewn
reminders
Come sit down next to me dear
I have some Bach for you to hear
I've practiced it for days and weeks
A romance of Baroque techniques
I chose this piece because I knew
That through it I could speak to you
And without words convey my heart
A complete thought, the sum of parts
It's melodies are short and sweet
With counterpoint the two lines meet
And then in one unbroken string
Of love notes, they say everything
Thank You for the sunshine
Thank You for the rain.
Thank You for the counterpoint
The heart throb and the pain
Welcome in the darkness,
the Mother’s warm wet womb.
Welcome in the darkness night;
the cold comfort of the tomb.
Understand the precious gift,
of fire in the dark.
Understand the restful relief,
of darkness in the spark.
Don’t rage against the dieing light
or damn the daily dark.
Just remember, we will ever bloom
with Life’s never ending spark.
ACCIDENTS IN TIME and SPACE a Pollock Ekphrasis
A counterpoint to tease floating
paint in swirls and mounds full
of radiant energy and surprise,
an adventure for our eyes,the
texture comes alive.
Opulence ,intricate yet plain
apparent yet unreal accidents
in time and space,colour
flowing without restraint
You may hear me recite this poem and most of my PS anthology on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro
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