Short Flute Poems
Short Flute Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flute by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flute by length and keyword.
Be careful when
the Siren calls
because…
Where you fall in love
is where you’ll stay
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
Love is golden
And so are the flits of the flutes
Long wobbles and short darts
Together tell a story
I cannot put into words
Birds calling from boughs
Cool green flute I know it’s you
A slim senryu
___________________________
April 18, 2016, Kolkata
Melody from flute
Unwraps my immersed feelings
Senses touched divine
Innermost emotions surge
Cadence fills the air sublime
life is like a flute
It is riddled with holes and voids
but, perform some rhythms.
Written: July 16, 2021
your fingers tap me
making me the flute that plays
everlasting love
your breathe plays on me
just like the wind through the flute
playing love tunes
He dwindled with his brass flute
Which tossed him out of his boot
The symbols kicked his ass
Then called him third class
He thought the flute was a brut
My rhino can play the flute
And is good at the maracas to boot
Alas he is quite forlorn
For his flute bangs into his horn
So now he has a saxophone to toot
Lost in today,
found in tomorrow
tears roll like silver
lace beaded swans
Chasteness wanton,
timestamped forever
music absolving
—calling beyond
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Sherry played a Cherry wood flute
Shortly after, she put down the lute.
The band's wildest little flirt
wearing those short, flowered skirts
Now the tuba points straight at her chute.
A bright breath shapes the languid air
into a sweet melody
in tune with nature's elements -
gentle breezes, birds, and trees,
connecting a calm heart, within,
to the world, evoking joy.
Music
when explained
the notes retract
Visceral
ideation
falling flat
Resonance
systemic
joy intoned
Romancing
the silence
— calling you home
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Mouse plays a flute
Dibbly dibbly dibbly doo
The sounds are melodic
High, with a wobbly woo
We begin dancing
And humming in a fine rhythm too
The flute makes us smile
Dibbly dibbly dibbly doo
a slender reed awakes at dawn
notes ascend, chasing the sun
remembering when it was young
joyful, running free, barefoot~
flute forgets it ever knew weight
of being a piece of wood
I know the forest and the trees
all the whispers of the wind
the rain as it falls in the morn'
the hush as it sleeps at night.
I am surrounded by life's flute . . .
the forest is my heartbeat
My poetic lyre
may not be resplendent
of glory,
but the magic flute of
my poetry becomes delight
and rises out of euphoria
denotative art form... !
A
Flute
With the
Bubbling wine
Is tasted with the
Hors d'oeuvre and caviar
To celebrate with luxury the pleasures of life
Lavishing in a sumptuous extravagance zest that overindulge your senses
3-23-2016
The girl picked up the flute and played.
It sang and sang and sang;
Sometimes low like a wild cat’s purr;
Sometimes high like a songbird.
Sometimes loud like a charging bull;
And sometimes quiet like a whisper that dances in your ears.
Form:
Tunes of despondent melodies,
Torture of a deprived soul,
I journey through a dark meadow,
I carry an undue weight,
I am hollowed by yesterday,
An elegy to twilight.
February 6, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Connect the Dots Poetry Contest.
His
flute tune
harmonic
flowing gently
melting every soul in ocean of love ~
Enthralled, her deep eyes closing, mind floating
and dissolving
in its soft
rhythmic
charm
This is inspired by the story of Hindu God Lord Krishna and Goddess Radharani..
Listen to poem:
celtic bells ring clear
haunting sound of flute invades
transfixed melody
green Ireland enthralled
surrounded by enchantment
sublime wind echo
swept far, far away
on the cusp of paradise
woodwind hypnotised
Pixabay image: flutie8211
In the tears of the flute
I've lost far beyond
The tune of that flute reflects the tune of my cry
She's crying and crying, but why?
Why's she crying so much?
What's her suffering?
Who's hit her, who's left her?
Doesn't she know?
My pain is much more than hers!
Ah Musky Moonlite Night
may have been the inspiration
to One Wonderful Moring
which included
Loving Someone Specail
and ah Fabulous WineKiss
Best Thing I Never Neglected
corgum Roargum
the "Brazilain Bichano Song"
made loving so right!
Oh a Beautiful Night
Loving You!
Baby if I could play my flute like Krishna
You would be attracted by my charisma
Baby you are my thought’s mania
It seems you are my utopia
Baby you are my love’s sweetest goal
You can make me a diamond from coal
Baby you are my hope to survive
Your negligence can burn me alive
Flute's melodious tone enthralled me
From far horizontal green hills
Hailing hearty neighborhood
It drags the soul of love
Where celestial mind
Bounds my life fair
Heavenly
With calm
Puff
February 18, 2023
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