Short Opera House Poems

Short Opera House Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Opera House by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Opera House by length and keyword.


Reckless Ron's Explosive Barbecue

Reckless Ron from sunny Bennelong
Turned barbecue sausage without a tong,
He'd use his teeth to open beer,
He'd call out loud, " I've got no fear,"
But alas, one day he left the gas on.



Authors note:
Bennelong is the point in Sydney Harbour, NSW, Australia, where the famous Sydney Opera House is located.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Inner City Blues

Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday.
© Uwe Stroh  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Alone in the Opera House

Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit
Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul.
He felt spooked after searching for the source.
A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra?

The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic
The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch
He felt threatened, for he knew he was alone here.
Or was he?

Premium Member 1st African American In the Major League Baseball -Moses Fleetwood Walker

Moses Fleetwood Him and his brother first African American To play in Major League Baseball Rejected by the white citizens and players Wanted to play continual for the Majors Left and played for the minor leagues Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read “First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A. Walker
6/15/2022 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Form: Bio

Premium Member Book Report - Phantom of the Opera

The phantom of the opera was sincere, 
but, with him, I wouldn't want to share a beer. 
Not only that, but furthermore, in any case, 
have you ever happened to see his face?

A spectral figure, clothed in red,
he had no face upon his head. 
High o'er Paris on an opera house roof,
she described that phantom goof - 

here is what our pretty Christine said 
about our hero whom she had misled,
"he's a monster, a loathsome beast",
an understatement, to say the least.
Form: Rhyme


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