Short Percussions Poems
Short Percussions Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Percussions by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Percussions by length and keyword.
Winter, wait!
Only walls separate us
My shelter needs time
Flowers breathe whats left
Love will wither, petals fall
Spring waits, hearts endure
Passing clouds hide me
Flautist predict Celtic joy
Percussions need strength
Categories:
percussions, on writing and words
Form:
Choka
Come,
Soaring, wings of wind
Without captive care,
Past forest fern and –
Brush
Break,
Over silent skies,
Your bold, beating breath,
Like roaring rivers –
Rush
Fly,
Freely o’er land,
Lapping little streams
Of meadows green and –
Lush
Fall,
From your sapphire sea,
Diving down to dust;
Drum percussions deep,
Crescendo loud, then –
Hush
Categories:
percussions, nature
Form:
Free verse
Sounds of screams
Rains of bullets,
Beat explosive percussions
For the demon of war.
Heads of men
At the hem of her skirt,
Sweep floors of blood
On the shambles of earth.
Peace’s wings clipped
And clutched to her hands
Has her eyes dancing
As fast as her feet.
Why must one stall her?
Peace never shall be free
Until we kill the demon
Lurking within us each.
Categories:
percussions, 11th grade, extended metaphor, war,
Form:
Free verse
Branches like bars
separate me from skies
birds in flying
alight
Sung out of this
feathered corset —
each tongue tight,
for night's
Unseen way up —
alone, lay
me down with
my unseen streak
Their skeleton
unlike my wings;
God, they
sing —
Eyes nest
nowhere —
I remember morning
by heart
Red chested,
I'm blinded
by the percussions
who can see dark —
Categories:
percussions, angst, bird, dark, environment, fate, introspection, night,
Form:
Free verse
blue ribbons of light
drift over me in grand
orchestral seas of hope
strings, winds and percussions
fill me with every
color, shape and texture possible
renewed,
I reach out with strength
to
bring
the
music
to
life!
*Tribute to the Minnesota Orchestra...Osmo Vanska, Music Director
Categories:
percussions, musicme,
Form:
Free verse
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
Categories:
percussions, life, sound,
Form:
Blank verse
She spoke of her love for him
to say how she wished him
to be her husband "Nocturne"
the romantic word.
Spoke sweetly against his lips
her kisses made
him see those days ahead
a love affair
to speak of through
the ages.
When the music
shilvered the timbers
and the percussions
moved to the rhythmn
the need of harmony
entasngles them to embrace
as kisses
sweetened
their lips.
the need to love.
a sweet romantic
togetherness.
Categories:
percussions, love, music,
Form:
Ballade