Short Prodigy Poems
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Composers Schumann husband&spouse
music filled their marital house
Clara an infant prodigy
Robert with musical urgency
The sun rises every day,
every day the sun rises....
And it's for everyone
It's a natural prodigy...
Raphael the younget of three
in Renaissance an infant prodigy
Considered an equal to Michelangelo
with many an exhibit solo
Love
and hope
are sisters
the prodigy of
charity and faith
cousins to truth
and kin to
smiles of
joy
I was no prodigy
Did not even try
Walking aimlessly
Life sliding by
I was no genius
Did not even try
Did the best I could
Still standing by
Opera& music in every style
Establish his celebrity profile,
Living a life so mobile-
A genius with a raucaus laugh
Long lasting fame,his epitaph.
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!
"Gods"
the God in me
salutes the God in You
the prodigy Peace our progeny
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
prodigy
progeny
peace
Raphael aka Rafaello Sanzio
was a child prodigy you know
Sadly dying far too young
but his art* never stayed unsung
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portrait_of_a_Cardinal_(Raphael)
Wolfang Amadeus Mozart,
his early musical journey made him a prodigy of art.
Piano concerto’s golden notes flow with classical grace,
placid whispers of orchestra his lucid melodies brace.
When maneuvering the world circus,
The strongest human being in the world
the wisest being in the universe... !
if he were we would have limbo
as in fact he is not, we will have hell!
Footprints in the sand
Only one set,
Observation optimistic
The one I’ve never met.
Proof of prodigy
Relaying more than bodily,
Indulging inspiration
Nature-made formation.
Triumphantly transforming
Synergy supporting…Spirit.
Harry Horsman; devilish rake, wild
Prodigy gunslinger as a child
Robs the stages then departs
Wields his way to women’s hearts
Smoked ‘em all down with joy as he smiled
I was the center of attention.
A bright prodigy,
born from a cosmic cradle,
collapsed under the gaze
of a million demanding stars.
dreams and expectations crushed
by bending their rules of nature.
Now it all revolves around me,
not them, us, nor you,
only I in singularity.
She reads Dave Berg and E.B. White,
John Ciardi and Henry Leigh –
My eight-year-old prodigy.
She sings Ray Charles and Jackson Browne,
Benatar and Robin Lane.
Her confidence will never wane.
She loves writing and drawing,
Painting and dance.
I’m proud to be her provenance.
I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness,
and all flaws.
The bunker was intent,
on self-destruction. Why
did you want to
stop that ?
The prodigy will not
walk with me, I know.
Yet my shadow falls in love.
A tear-washed poem
was a good beginning.
Satish Verma
This blemished record
Uncalled for and unjust accusations
When did you become a pompous lord?
Rise much higher
And you'll burn in the sun
Screaming my denial
Alone and unheard
Underhanded games were always your style
Can't even say a word
Is it that easy to look down on me;
Your forgotten prodigy
The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink
The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink
A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain
Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
— called heartache and pain
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Pretty little munchkin,
precious, precocious.
She knows all the notes.
but the music is dashed off;
a mechanical rendition.
I imagine Mozart
with an assault rifle -
that could be dangerous.
The child smiles,
she really is adorable!
The world belongs to her.
For god sake, be careful with it.
explore the empire
of the music mind
listen
hear absorb
a teach-in
master-class..
prodigy to perfection
master of the
signature theme
of an arrested
musical moment
so versatile &varied
prolific & profound,
by necessity
the forerunner
of freelancing fame
I cannot envisage
The real importance
Why only " I " stand out
In a sentence
We are taught to be
Selfless, humble and modest
But language teaches us
"I" will always be superior from the rest
We can try being courteous
Thoughts matching with the script
We will still be virtuous and worthy
Even when i be without the prodigy...
In a Shoreham garden,scent of blossom fills the air,a white blaze of spring to make every heart sing.Impressioniste before its time.A profusion of clouds or blobs,dabs &extravagences per se.This stylised enigma proliferacy in a pastoral wood by a once-upon-a-time teen-age prodigy..made good.
Inspired by Samuel Pamer’s iA Shoreham Garden 1827
It started at a place called Joe,
An anonymous encounter that,
Who knew it would be many years,
It would be,
Before I would tarnish my halo.
We spawned a little girl,
A prodigy many would say,
Who gets more amazing,
Day-after-day.
Then our paths diverged,
On many issues, we disagreed
Now sadly I must say,
We are happily, unmarried.
Pretty little munchkin,
precious, precocious.
She knows the notes.
but the music is dashed off;
a mechanical rendition.
I imagine Mozart
with a Tommy gun
that could be dangerous.
Clatter, clatter, clatter,
ratatattat.
The child smiles,
she's adorable!
The world belongs to her.
I hope for god sake,
she will be careful with it.
Artists are inborn and probably
Reincarnated from a past life
And their artistry talent gifted naturally
That's why their artistic talent
Are indescribable, unexplainable
And never cease to amaze many
Just like any child prodigy
Musicians too which is slotted
In the art category, they're awfully
Geniusly talented and gifted to the core.