Music Triolet Poems | Examples
These Music Triolet poems are examples of Triolet poems about Music. These are the best examples of Triolet Music poems written by international poets.
A Triolet to Make My Day - 6-23-26
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Twilight Spreads a Lavender Dream
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill
When nocturns sing a first star theme
Twilight spreads a lavender dream.
Silver drips from gentle moonbeams
Onto the rose, a moonlight trill.
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
I’m the venue not the marquee,
shining brighter than a bold glow.
Air flooding thick curtains you see,
I’m the venue not the marquee.
That shrill thrill chases energy
amplifying patrons gung-ho.
I’m the venue not the marquee,
shining brighter than a bold glow.
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
You shared the secrets of your trick,
how you moved through me like music.
Expert hands that know when to pick,
thin notes lie in a chord that’s tight.
How you moved through me like music
that’s filled with the glow of limelight.
Violin plays a teary note
The wind whispers a sad refrain
Then, through the trees, it starts to float
Violin plays a teary note
Hidden by the night's velvet coat
Owls hoot out a haunting strain
Violin plays a teary note
The wind whispers a sad refrain
I can dance to his bright music
No one can touch his dazzling style
He has been singing for years now
Let us pray he continues on
His bass playing is so superb
I am his biggest fan tonight
Let us pray he continues on
No one can touch his dazzling style
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
Nostalgic song in hearts remain
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Rhapsody of joy to attain
Sing along as the lyrics roll
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
11-4-2024
The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat;
I can’t make out the libretto,
the air waltzes with your echo;
A beat that pure instinct will know,
leaving you in the driver’s seat;
The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat.
Let the music of life not be dead.
Acceptance makes all hassles minute.
Anticipate only good and go ahead.
Let the music of life not be dead.
Anger annihilates; fill the heart with love instead.
Insight can make everything cute.
Let the music of life not be dead.
Acceptance makes all hassles minute.
place : 5
Summer Motion beneath the stars
Comes to our town on July Fourth
Rock music by forgotten music czars,
Summer Motion beneath the stars
The heavy twang of electric guitars,
Old hits and loud fireworks go forth
Summer Motion beneath the stars,
Comes to our town on July Fourth.
Written July 9, 2022
The lyre and moonlight cascading.
Tri-dancer transposes shadow.
On tiptoes, gracefully gliding,
The lyre and moonlight cascading.
The artist’s pen twirling, shading
His starlit dream…a stellar show.
The lyre and moonlight cascading
Tri-dancer transposes shadow.
1/29/2022
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
From steeple yon their pealing reaches me
Each day begins with ringing far and near
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
Melodies of love and faith I love to hear
Sounds of “Amazing Grace,” how can it be
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
From steeple yon their pealing reaches me.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written January 19, 2022
submitted to "Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words or Less"
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
It is her hippy, trippy world!
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She dances funky, hippy twirls,
and when she sits, she taps her feet.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
1/12/2022
Haunted by my Christmas wonder
Shiny thoughts filled with dancing lights
A babe who put doubt asunder
Haunted by my Christmas wonder
Joy, hope and peace roar like thunder
Love so alive it fills the nights
Haunted by my Christmas wonder
Shiny thoughts filled with dancing lights
Commence the beating of the drum,
Sound the horns with fanfares blaring
Next see the floats with roses come,
Commence the beating of the drum
Acrobats, clowns, bands, then some,
All in the spirit of celebration sharing
Commence the beating of the drum
Sound the horns with fanfares blaring.
written August 7, 2021
“The music is soothing and wine of best quality
Does outer ambience match inner serenity”
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Caterpillar becomes a butterfly
A miracle at play, before our eyes
Doing nothing, it reaches for the sky
Caterpillar becomes a butterfly
In childlike surrender, asking not why
From crawl to flight, delighting in surprise
Caterpillar becomes a butterfly
A miracle at play, before our eyes
12-December-2020
(syllabic Triolet)