Short Violins Poems
Short Violins Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Violins by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Violins by length and keyword.
MEN AND WOMEN
Some men prefer violence
Some prefer violins
Some women want to be chased
Others want to be chaste
was less in the folds
violins, please
you will find me in fields
of imaginary beauty
and this adagio
is reaching
it's crescendo
sweetest strains of violins
played by gents with double chins
ecstasy, as they hit the highest 'C'
if they'd only comb their hair on key
You remind me of a synchronized play of violins
Soothing to the vibrations they play
Your touch is the rhythm of a string
hold me gently with similarity
Violins drowned
Voices strangled
Nightmares invade sanity
Under covers of fear
I must hide and sleep
Even inside darkness
I see us both
Weep
Castle of Dreams
Lutes and violins
Gothic dreams, pleasures of sin
Recited poetry
In my chamber of fire
Wine distills lulled memories
She evaporates
Into my mind
The orchestra plays the music
that majestically swells
the violins, flute and piccolo
harmoniously scream the song at the top,
and the soul gets fed,
and feels full.
Violins tuned in distant dark
heartstrings strummed calmly wait for warmer moonlight
~ melodies conjuring the sweetest memories
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What more than a whisper of wind
can we demand on a starry night
With strains of violins in the background
and a velvet-gloved waiter
~ to take our order
Cascading rocks, orchestrating
The banging, booming beats
Of my broken heart
Violins become tortured echoes
Through gaps between sleep
As darkness falls
It all falls
Comes down upon me.
Form:
The beast with two backs,
Rarely attacks,
As it is preoccupied,
With whom it interacts.
The man with two heads,
(One of them red),
Is a far bigger threat,
Until one head is dead.
Nothing open
Quiet, rusty sleep
apples and a banjo
candles in the desert
eagles soar while
you dream
of violins
hope worn deep
xray wishes
bleached bones
thunder
and
the rush of time
the rain is tapping the window tap tap taapp
the rain pating the roof pat pat ppaatt
like a gazillion violins violas & cellos
our very own orchestra,for free.
by,ehlana lingerfelt
velvet voices dance with vibrating violins
octaves often overreached, to
inoculate innocence in
children's choirs, our
expectations exceeded, our experiences
string us along, and strangles us subtly
You can't have light without a dark to stick it in
What absolute genius uttered these stunning words herein
Totally amazed am I
Look in my eyes
Tears are flowing... HARK! I can even hear violins!
A genius,of prolific reportoire
Came to fame with an orphan choir,
Lionized, then abandoned to the past-
Now his violins play breathtakingly fast
In seasonal works ,written to last.
Tribute to Antonio Vivaldi
In love we trust
Limitless passion and joy
Overwhelms our senses
Violins and harmonicas singing
Endlessly we hum our song
You forgot about the time
Our attentions riveted to each other
Undying in its fervor
Acoustic Beauty.
Creatively Dazzles Every Friend.
Glenn Hughes Is Joyously Kind.
Laughter Must Now Open Performances.
Quietness Renders Soft Tenderness.
Until Violins Whisper Xylophone Yellow Zest
Violins lift heartstrings
soar on sentient wings
Evoke dawn’s majesty
hint at evening’s tragedy
Fiddles tease out playful tunes
Violins arrange the heaven’s moons
An orchestra of birds
Creates a mixed symphony-
Hoots of horn, sweep of violins
Enchanting flowers to whirl
And maples on pastures
Invite feathered friends
To nestle on their boughs--
Awaiting daylight's rhythmic croon.
the staircase stops mid-air
cobwebs choke in dust
down, down critters skitter
down invisible rails
waters swirl
up springs Hope
without a cue card
violins carry it off
such longing, such loving
sweet violins sing
where have you gone?
my true love, my light
violins ~ cry
my soul to sleep
forever in memories
my broken heart weeps
She dances she glances.
Beyond her shoulder
She peers.
Looking back
Her beautiful smile
She poses in the mirror.
Then with a lovely bow-
Like a whirling breeze
She spins
Twirling now
In rhythmic ballet
To chanting of violins.
Maestro
graceful hands
baton rises and
falls
Violins to chins...
drums roll
cymbals crash
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Soft piccolo chirps,
Lovely flutes hoot in the trees;
Cricket violins.
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Cricket violins,
The field oboes howl with grace;
Under soft moonlight.
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Under soft moonlight,
Percussion hooves beat the woods;
Symphonic nightfall.