Short Maestro Poems
Short Maestro Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Maestro by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Maestro by length and keyword.
The Spirit of the Lord was upon Him
the Maestro the anointed one
to bring good news
if you so choose
My mind,
a musician;
its own maestro,
and apprentice,
is trying to arrange
into a symphony,
the noise, & chaos
inside me.
Joseph Anton Bruckner of Linz
with powerfilled symphonies did convince
Without doubt an Austrian maestro
in majestic sounds to&fro
A symphony escort named Brute
Was charging each man with no suit
He must have been witty
To dupe Maestro Smitty
He also made off with his lute
Pro with one thumb action.
The solo maestro flips through his iTunes.
Dancing through a brighter day.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Through melting meadows and misty mazes,
The madman maestro moves the merry music;
Mystic mountains at the morn’ of magic
Make massive the melody of meek man.
The maestro spends twenty-three hours preparing for a one-hour performance
~ The novice prepares for an hour and spends twenty-three trying to play
Maestro with baton in motion.
A moment of dizziness the world twirling.
The orchestra falls into cacophony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The maestros affair was very slick
but one night he forgot the lipstick
wife took one peek
saw lipstick on his cheek
saying its now time to face the music.
12-02-17
wizard of word tom the maestro of limerick…pen is full of tricks
January 8, 2021
Syllable count : 17 (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Tease A Friend
Sponsor : Bobby May
caught his eye, pursued me and we flirted ~ text him short and sweet poems.
2/25/21 Without Saying I Love You Poetry
JCB Brul
Used: How Many Syllables
maestro of crazed winds
seeks to have his music heard
challenges the waves
(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
When Johnny guzzled three ice-cold beers
There dawned on him a feeling of fear
He fled, but he couldn't hide
Crossed a river a mile wide
Burned out his motor ~ all in first gear
A celestial dancer
pirouettes
at your behest.
With each gesture
new patterns bow
before you.
With reverence
the moon dances;
The sun casting shadows~
stars bend
to your will.
How did he drive
those cars that fast
Far past the limits
of traction and time
Speed as his master
death as his
mistress
Chasing defiance
the sweetest
of wine
(Juan Manuel Fangio: March, 2023)
I'll instigate an incident
Exaggerate significance
Initiate a conflict
Purely form of interest
Consider me an *******
Although I'm considerate
Enough to let you speak
Until you prove that you're an idiot
Listen to poem:
grand maestro performs
summer's overture in full…
mauve aromatics
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2020
Submitted on July 9, 2019 for contest HAIKU-HUE sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES - RANKED 1ST
Music is playing in my house
And my heart today.
I’m singing along with it;
Embracing the high notes
And low notes
In happy harmony:
Directed by the most high,
Who is orchestrating
The entire Symphony of my life.
The maestro conducting the bands
Could get none to follow commands.
Though skilled and respected,
Sadly, he'd neglected
That morning to put on his pants.
2.7.20
For Tania Kitchin's Limerick contest
Confirmed syllable count 8-8-6-6-8
Maestro
graceful hands
baton rises and
falls
Violins to chins...
drums roll
cymbals crash
September 23, 2020
Paint a Picture - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
simply is simple
I wish I might feign
I wish I might go
to stumble
to quake
simply is something
I feign I might die
I feign I might rise
to reverie
to time
simple is simply is simple is not
to close
to open
to get the maestro out
everyone watched her walk toward the piano
wondering if she was the maestro
surely not; she was ethereal and lovely,
a goddess, an angel, a heavenly vision
as the notes wafted around the room we knew
she was the maestro, and had been heaven sent
Ideas swoop, so many have I
drowning inside leaving me wild;
Each one instantly sets me on fire;
Airborne as I sit by the sea
gaining traction and then crashing
along my soul as I sip tea;
Smiling at inspiration’s wings
maestro of my fierce daydream.
She had a voice of her own. She didn’t always sound melodious; but was always true to the ear. Her tone was always in tune to her heart’s calling and her mind’s pursuit.
She held not a fairy’s wand, but her own life’s baton.
She was the music. She was the maestro.
Messy house
Messy floor
Messy porch
Messy door
Messy mania
Alive and well
Chaos is where
I like to dwell
Chaos is my usual norm
Without chaos, I am forlorn
Messy is what makes me think
Messy makes me feel pink
Messy chaos
Messy me
This is how
I like to be.