Short Orchestration Poems
Short Orchestration Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Orchestration by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Orchestration by length and keyword.
Maestro's uneven orchestration of life,
seasoned with unassuming whispers,
began the eminent finale
of their misguided souls
polyphonic
in voice
&sound
homphony
phrasing
in
simultaneous
rhythms
of
orchestration
Hush
Hear
Listen
To my heart -
Thumps at odds with my
Ribcage whose beats hymn nothing but
The off-rhymed melodic orchestration of your name
W-Wondrous
O-Orchestration
M-Masterfully
A-Accompanying
N’-Nature’s
S-Symphony,
D-Divinity’s
A-Angelic
Y-Yearning!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 MARCH 2014
The humpback whale is a musical fella
With a sonorous voice that's remarkably "mella".
He doesn't need orchestration
To cause a sensation
When he lets loose and belts out a tune a cappella.
Any Bright Color Dancing
Enjoys Flowing Gloriously
Heaving; Influencing ; Joyful;
Known laughter Makes Nice Orchestration.
Particularly Quenching Real Souls
Teaching Unashamed Vanity
While Xaphoons Yank Zestfully .
commisioned
narrative
orchestration
lyrically
&
poetically
scored
instrumentally
programed
in
rhythimic
harmony
homogenously
mimicing
the
voice
sans
a
breath
length
Morningtide reverberates, the songstress calls,
buoyant curlews play in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone walls,
meadows dance the rhythm of the farmers weatherglass,
implementing the orchestration from moortop squalls.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Sinister Minister of Information
Watson's IBM's New Technological Creation
Will He Fill Human's Life with Glee
Or Will He Be Like Hal's 2001 A Space Odyssey
Winning Jeopardy Is a Sterling Orientation
As Long as this Ain't The Beginning
Of a Machine Take-Over Orchestration
Form:
Skywardly yearning,
wheeling and turning,
an exaltation of larks!
Lines interleaving,
wings interweaving
an orchestration of arcs!
Just shadow and light
imbuing their flight,
shape-shifting magic they fly.
With artistic flair,
their canvas the air,
this brush of wings paints the sky!
With love I go within
Pull from myself the purest of emotion
I sit in it
I let it fill me
Then I pour you a glass
With intrinsic orchestration I find the words
With each word I give you a piece of my soul
I have nothing
So I offer my best
The words my soul stir up in honor of you
That is how I love you
sea oats sway
sand spills between toes
whisks of palm frons
bend in gentle song
while salamander's
jerky gyrations
entrance
gulls skirt skies above...
against ember hues
I view sun's last dance
along surf's tranquil
burnt horizon
I marvel at
this holy orchestration
reverberating
pervading
elating
my soul
again
and
again
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Administrator incommunicado
Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically
Symphonies and ballets
No wonder you are loved.
“The Nutcracker” and “Swan Lake”
Were those ones you dreamed of?
I heard you filled halls and auditoriums
You were good at painting music with soul
A romantic prodigy of your era
“Has a profound tune as a whole”.
Your overflowing melodies and harmonies
They sound like a quaint orchestration
Where everything flows with the beauty
It moves my emotion.
If true love subsists
Then hate the truth
It should not be done though
This world must be great
We will live in a human society
Full of love and peace
It needs to subsist life
And beyond the sea
We will all come with each other
And shaking hands together
The world is one now
We will stand each other
And in perfect orchestration
Soon this world will shout
It was God's scheme
But it was our dream.
The music of my mind
is a melody
resounding in my heart
reaching for notes
that I can barely hold.
I sing
by voice
a song
that can only be known
while I'm with you.
And the tones
that I feel
are frets
fom a chord
inspired by a creation
toward a symphony
in orchestration
of hopes and dreams
with you.
I play
for your happiness;
Enlightened by a beginning
that never
knows an end without joy
and holds a stanza
that carries
forever
My Love.
When I think of love
Its always her
About how it felt, and when it occurred.
Amore is now my poetic limbo
With booming drums then crashing cymbals.
An orchestration
Of rhythm and rhymes
Which has no bridge during frustrating times.
This continuous movement weakens my knees
And forever conducts each yearning need.
Truly a soul
Can't help but rock
When his mind's just a beacon
For lusty thoughts.
All things are in my gaze:
In the air,
There is music.
In my ear,
I could hear the orchestration
Of the crickets.
In my skin,
The solemn requiem of the wind
In the trees to the coming day.
I am to the dusk,
Painting its sunset
Waning its blaze.
At night above,
I could look and ponder on
The orderly march
Of glittering galaxies,
Curtaining the velvet
Backdrop of the universe.
This I sigh and say to God,
"These things quite escape my mind".
We search ourselves enact atonement
previous indiscretions remnant,
orchestration,without conductor
harmonious sound now lacking lustre
a-tone will ring the inner ear
from wrongdoing it will steer....
Division seperated dispersed
cutting of cords at time of birth
return to wholeness we lament
our inner need to feel at-one-ment.....
Atone...a-tone...at-one......
universal harmony sung,
even the planets and stars seem scattered
their greater order to all that matters......
Poets require passion and sensitive feelings
Of life’s experiences and all its dealings
Love, happiness, pain and sorrow
To understand today and want tomorrow
It’s not enough to feel the mood
Something inside gets stirred and moved
Like listening to music or being able to sing
Poets write; the release is everything
An orchestration of words, arranged and played
Strung together and then conveyed
To eyes and ears in sentence and verse
Dwelled on and read, for better or worse.
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