Short Paganini Poems
Short Paganini Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Paganini by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Paganini by length and keyword.
When
love comes
upon you
- everything
and everyone
disappears,...
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Categories:
paganini, adventure, age, allegory, allusion, analogy, angel, animal,
Form:
Free verse
Clerihew Pagnini
Nicolo Paganini
a violinist a he
With fingers so pliable
he a virtuoso fable...
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Categories:
paganini, music, people,
Form:
Clerihew
BM IX ecphrasis piano
La Campanelle* by Franz Liszt
paganini with many a twist...
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Categories:
paganini, music,
Form:
Monoku
Sipping Jack While Singing Charlie
“sipping Jack while singing Charlie”
the season left leaving leaves
left and right right
on the all
around ground except where
a windswept wind kept
the streets clean
at the crossroad cross meant
for meetings to be met
by Paganini and
me
and
Him...
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Categories:
paganini, color,
Form:
Free verse
11:49 Pm
11:49 PM
and I am lost,
tired,
and I want love to knock on my door,
but sadly I am too poor.
Low and high,
high and love,
scared of heights
and it scares when it bites.
As Paganini plays away in my ears,
enrages my brain in beauty,
I think of her,
as the night slips away with her
and I slowly close my eyes
and dream away....
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Categories:
paganini, beauty, deep, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
What Son House Said
first from Faust
then to Tartini
Paganini passed
Tommy and Robert
Johnson but not
of the same blood
then Zimmerman
stated they were
all related
some how
so i got thinkin
to just throw in
the towel and
my boots to
boot for you
want a soul
well i've got
two so by
verbal agree
ment i sold
him my
soles...
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Categories:
paganini, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
A Pipe Dream
Back on Baker Street -
pulling on a calabash pipe.
Paganini and Bach stream through
a cracked third-story window.
The Merseybeat’s…
the disaffected Pink Floyd years,
Mary Jane brain, mulling over
puffing magic dragons;
reading Sherlock Holmes
secretly.
Today, downloading
a picture of myself back then,
no pipe just a youthful smirk
as I strut down that busy road.
Sometimes I wish I still smoked....
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Categories:
paganini, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Bender
All night
a sleepwalking death
stumbled in and out of his prone body.
He had been drinking again,
whisky fumes rolled around
a dry, thick tongue.
The air in the room
wavered from hot to cold,
feverish self-repeating scenes
of Paganini trilling a fiery violin
haunted his aching brow.
A sledgehammer dawn hit him.
Death withdrew from dulled senses,
yet it lingered like a bloodshot eye,
at the bottom
of a half-full decenter....
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Categories:
paganini, poetry,
Form:
Free verse