Short Pianist Poems
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Night club lights dimming low
The pianist taking his bow
Play it again....Sam -
Across the smoke-filled room
A haunting ,tinkling tune.
Marty
intelligent, humble
caring, forgiving, trusting
father, pianist, son, writer
giving, confusing, loving
articulate, conceited
Jimmy
moonlight serenade
the fingerless pianist
forensic lyrics
the shriek of unchained love notes
clanking across endless keys
Kim Rodrigues © 2018
her entire
hand gripped
my finger
tip but
with
more
then
clinging
i was
thinking
she already
understands
that she
will be
a grand
pianist
Form:
A gifted pianist named Xavier
is known for some funny behaviour.
He likes to smoke hash
(which patrons find rash)
whilst playing Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier.
Proud sound, soft tracks of voices burned
taming crude souls their virtue earned.
Inspired from the ''Pianist'', scene of Ballade No.1 in G minor Op.23 - Chopin.
Baron Ready was the steamiest
And by all accounts the weeniest
A schooner* or two
And everyone knew
He certainly was the pianist
*schooner=glass of beer
Agility flows
through the fingers;
gently dancing upon
those black and whites,
like graceful ballerinas
performing the music
of her soul.
©Ana Espinola Collins
Her husband was a concert pianist,
always in the limelight
When he passed, she was inconsolable and miserable
Until she found a flower on his piano
Red rose from heaven
"then they get into this....
we love the way the
sunshine through the
diamond ring and
real delicatto
so, you made your $20
and grabbed your line
you end up in Bahrain
If words were music
I could be a Grand Master
A Concert Pianist
A member of an orchestra
A Cello-ist
A Triangle-ist
A Percussion-ist
Waiting
To insert
A clash of syllables
Pianist who is blind
Performs at train station
Pressing keys to play a
Perfect piece from Chopin
People were moved to tears
Piano prodigy
Played Bach for the new king!
Poems can be made into songs.
My favorite songs i wrote longs to be
played by my beautiful five fingers.
The notes I play on my guitar lingers.
The notes that the pianist plays dance through the air released by soft felt hammers.
Stienway stands proudly
Fingers on ivory
Carressing, demanding, soothing
Emotion runs deep
Audience breathless, absorbing
Lost in the moment’s grandeur
Youth , with ageless talent.
Lang Lang is 26 yrs old and
is a concert pianist.
Mountains to climb
Jungles to explore
Species to discover
Rivers to ford
An astronaut one day
Generalissimo the next
Concert pianist on Saturday
Standing ‘O’ at the Met…
My bucket list at nine
worked out just fine
None of it achieved
No reason to grieve
'greatest' is just a title that cannot take away your pain
I saw a pianist, his eyes raging with fire in pain
he had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his veins
playing the piano's ivory keys with passion,
pushing the limits, pouring his heart into melody
only for his fingers to bleed, painting the white keys red
He Played Sweet Music
he kept following her path of petals of roses in the sand
when he met her v in the beach he called out the marching band
the pianist in him played a few moves
but it was his tuba that got her groove
when he left the beach a crescendo of cloudburst hit land
connie pachecho
2/10/17
England's knighted ~ Sir Elton John
Singer of songs like the classic, Levon
Genius pianist, known for tabloid strife
Still standing with David, the love of his life.
By Rhonda Johnson- Saunders, January 26, 2012
My first attempt at a clerihew. I hope I did it right!
Ninth Place finish in Clerihew / Collaboration double contest
I don't know who I am waiting for
Maybe I am waiting for the painter
Who turns the cathartic moon
Into carnation mist of healing
Or maybe I am waiting for the pianist
Whose fingers turn the daunting nights
To midnight seas of delightful dreams
Or maybe I am waiting for a poet
Who will turn me into a poem
With all new beginnings.
~ Nayanika Dey
©04012018
To my daughter, forever 14 and forever a pianist.
What a beautiful instrument for a beautiful and talented young lady.
I smile as I see you there, hearing you play, composed and written melody.
Then it hits me, I realize it’s my imagination, something surreal and unknown.
I take a second glance, my heart aches, because there is an empty seat at the piano.
Attended a poetry reading
on a cold day
in Gotham
A pianist played Chopin Scarlatti and Debussy
Heard a lecture about Anti - Facist poets
of the 1940's
Along with other poets
and a humorous piece about Trump
I got up and read my verse
Six poems to some applause
Read a limerick that I wrote
about Middle Earth
All in all a nice day!
Wladziu Valentino Liberace (May 16, 1919 – February 4, 1987), better known by only
his last name Liberace was a famous American entertainer and pianist. ...
Wladziu Valentino Liberace
Famous American pianist and entertainer
He was quite the character they say.
Made those ivories talk and he was also quite gay.
*For Catie Lindsey's "You who....Yo, Clerihew" contest
'The Pianist and the Senorita'
Of tobacco and perfume was her scent,
She of beauty without relent,
She of soul full-blooded,
In body and spirit,
My immortal beloved.
For her I compose
Sonatas and nocturnos,
In the hope my strings and hers will entwine,
So that my heart I may consign
To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.
music was her life until that fatal day
when that driver plowed into her
now in a vegetable state she lies there
a smile sometimes passes over her face
I see a finger move seemingly to tap
it is dancing to music we never hear
maybe she is back at her grand piano
playing to wide audience again
a concert pianist with music in her soul
she lived for music, now music keeps her alive.
penned October 3rd 2015
I gazed across the room,
A portrait of friendship,
Parents of generations,
Young and old blessed with friends,
Gathered to dine and enjoy another's company,
The sounds of music in the air,
The pianist caressed the keys,
With an old familiarity,
Songs of generations,
Lively and enjoyable,
A cup of tea, complimented,
With delicious foods,
A goodtime had by all,
A portrait of friendship.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz