Short Pizzicato Poems
Short Pizzicato Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pizzicato by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pizzicato by length and keyword.
November in a teacup
Looking up at your face
Our set of changes
Our own autumn
Pizzicato motion feels
Pleasure inside my sound
When Love lies above me
Leaves on the ground
Ron Kempton
Where’s my loyal confidant,
If love recovers again?
This emptiness of heart,
Fulfills to be a single friend;
The jargon on my noggin,
What’s her color, favorite?
Pop in, lightly salted;
I am satisfied with –
He played on the guitar like a pizzicato
Who frequented one too many bars
Always demonstrating
A wonderful amount of restraint
Even during the main feature
At the local drive in
In the end
He came to realize
How much he loved pizza
And at the end of the day
Even if he couldn’t play
He could always eat it
Oh those pizzicato drops
Play a frantic melody
Tour the scale from high to low
Bravo! from the sleepy heads below
The maestro empties out the clouds
And then so quickly steals away
But he'll be back to play again
So lovely to have my roof of tin.....
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White noise echoes equally from wall to painted mural,
dancing like a whimsy wisp of width;
where waters drip and notes all slip,
sound patrols the minute holes that cause acoustic depression;
pizzicato strikes like bikes on blacktop every day,
leaving skids for little kids, loud scats scoop brats away,
with solos soaring boringly and duets dazzling dew,
it’s hard to not hear voices, different choices scream at you.
i await
Thursday
her day
a date
in time
April
has a march
in 4/4
i must
write a score
do it
for duet
using her
voice vocally
instrumental
switch from
translate this
to a higher pitch
of cackled laughter
after which
jajaja transposes
to pizzicato notes
of ha ha ha
in a piece
where smiles
sound
like sunrises
sonrisas
and si si si is
both for yes
in
an
Italiano
Espanol
vocal
duet
Form:
Plain brick walls
Wait for clinking cans of spray paint
To color in streetwise notions
Beyond the naked eye
Quiet strings of violins
Wait for hands to draw across bows
Or play pizzicato melodies
Beyond the well-trained ear
Blank pages
Wait for clever pens
To write stories and verses
Beyond the bare mind
Sparks of star light
Wait for a ready lifeforce
To ignite a hellmouth fire
Beyond the ordinary self