Trombones Poems - Poems about Trombones

... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......Read the rest...

...“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- ~~ The Poet ~~ Conductor of an a......Read the rest...

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......Read the rest...

... As The Band marched In the big Parade, music played. Trombones, drums. piccolo and flutes Filled the air with happy song as they marched right along. Marvelous music put everyone in a che......Read the rest...

...Let’s sail away to Acapella, A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller. I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella. It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as......Read the rest...

...Some float, move on the diameter of a whim. A few articulate between joy and grief, others are hinged so that ears can hear each other. Most are scaffolds. One hollow bone hums in the throat,......Read the rest...

...sinking putt kicking butt sticking shut humiliating hut feeling gut asking what removing rut dancing strut having been cut muttering mut becoming nut News reporter on MSNBC talked about ......Read the rest...

...I am the drum major my baton twirls I catch with ease my whistle so shrill the band follows my every move the beat of the big base drum and the magic sound of a dozen trombones then the pipes......Read the rest...

...Most days I'm in such a hurry to get home Then sit around and do nothing or play with my gnomes Love my little friends Playing games of pretend My gnomes try to trick me by playing their ......Read the rest...

...Clarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh. Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please. Violas. Don’t be prissy! Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school? First and second violins. Too stri......Read the rest...

...Encore Cold metal touches my lips Breathe Fingers extend Breathe Chatter from the audience Fills my ears Breathe Lights from above Blind me Breathe Baton Moves up Breathe Up Down......Read the rest...

...Sing Me an Old Style Song Sing me an old style song, With pretty flowing phrases; A story of love gone wrong, In other times, in other places. No trumpets blare, just sweet trombones, A cro......Read the rest...

...Distant love, o silent mystic! My petals are just made of rubber and the sky is rusty blue. How arrogant your degree has made you have you lost or never had a sense of youth the nerve to hold im......Read the rest...

...Salve for the soul in healing sound Rhythms balm spreads in division Lifts the hour high Explodes the troubled mind to calm ......Read the rest...

... Flutes, ahead laying the routes Oboes they off to Villalobos Harps, dusting off vessel tarps Violin silenced by engine din Cello, matching the revving bellow Piano sad in the canoe......Read the rest...