Orchestra Poems

Orchestra poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of orchestra poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on orchestra are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Ravi Varma’s Orchestra

Ravi Varmas Orchestra short poem

A beautiful portrait of lovely ladies hangs in front of me in my workplace gazing at them I often wonder- – Where, where have we come from being them? ? Bejewelled, bedecked, beautified – -an epitome of adornment coy, silent.demure.humble

The Orchestra And Me

The Orchestra And Me prose poem

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,

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She Is The Light

She Is The Light long poem

Glinting off an orchestra Fully transported within A furioso movement Composed by a German maestro As experienced By a deaf orphan boy Who wandered Into the palace of arts. Enticed by firelight And the scent of cinnamon All those castaway

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I Have A God

I Have A God elegy

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and

Truth

Truth short poem

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue, that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

I Reside In You

I Reside In You short poem

I live in the pulse of the universe, I connect through the nerves of the dark matter, I may be invisible to you, but I reside in you. In eros you find me, In thanatos you deprive me, In changing

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

t Happiness descends on me Seeing floating clouds in the sky Flying birds fascinate me Seems with them as if I fly. Flapping wings of butterfly Are soporifically gratifying Seems with them As if I am merrily gliding. Bubble-bees humming

Why Do You Run?

Why Do You Run? prose poem

Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?

Beyond

Beyond elegy

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Family

Family ode

It’s an orchestra of various instruments, Mixing and remixing with eastern and western, Indian and Arabian, Persian and Spanish A real symphony, of matching with matchless, The union of hard and soft, with Strings and Skins. Music of rain, the

A Kiwi’s Tale

A Kiwis Tale long poem

Emerald irises up in Parallel rarely meet But now two pairs sprawl and bloom Neon hugs the sides While shades of green begin to colour the night Before long, you’re here Room one-one-seventeen Covered, stretched black divinity As calling, calm

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A piece of paper

A piece of paper short poem

The question you have been asking is right in front of your face The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place The question you are so sure of is perpetually

Mourning The Deluge

Mourning The Deluge short poem

Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of the black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

Moods

Moods short poem

coming out of the frame, in evening without a sun, unflinchingly, he said, he was talking to his father daily, in his mind, who was in grave, (when he was on ventilator) about a lesson of deception, about the things

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark

Trying To Hide A Fire In The Dark short poem

Well and what is it I see in your eyes… Is it love or is it desire… What is it that keeps us from giving? Into the fire, is it the fear of getting? What you want then not wanting

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine short poem

Once upon a day I encountered a machine capable of the most exquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling, While its cogs and wheels turned coldly and mutely, with no heart, thought or feeling of their own. A sign on

Yes, She Was A Girl

Yes, She Was A Girl short poem

The day she took birth, She was taken as a burden on this Earth. The day she was told that she is a girl and only deserves to die, Was the day she decided to succeed and held her head high.

Bare Flesh On Sand

Bare Flesh On Sand long poem

Their fingers gently interlocking, each clasped the other’s hand. In silence whilst they slowly walked, on the soft, warm, evening sand. Just an occasional inquiring glance, into the other’s eyes. Spirits in a romantic waltz, such depth of feeling a

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright, too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, people in trains;

Solitude

Solitude short poem

The colors of the desert sand Transformed from the heat of the sun And just a few species of trees That gently sways in silent breeze Surviving from the harsh climate Of this barren and arid land I have learned

Stick In The Mud

Stick In The Mud long poem

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality we swerve to release

Be Like You

Be Like You short poem

You don’t need makeup, or shirts that show your breasts. You don’t have to be scared or scarred. Please, please don’t starve. You don’t need to hide how intelligent you are; Or the fact that you want to be a

Orchid

Orchid short poem

You showered down the staircase, in waves of color and crystals You left petals of pink orchids across the hallway How coulld I remain in this place, knowing you were here I’ll never walk down this old eroded street again,

Changed

Changed short poem

Her heart is cold like ice Her scars are blood red Lips are smiling while she fights through the pain for which she is fed. One touch of her hand One kiss upon the cheek In your heart she will

Wake up

Wake up short poem

Wake up oh sleeping giant wake up and steer your destiny I know slumber is comforting don’t be beholden by land of nod though eons have passed all memories are distant smudges on the windshield of time all those who

Cloud and flower

Cloud and flower short poem

Are you there Are you real Or just a cloud in the sky Rains hard on me Drenches my existence With the aroma of romance Fills my senses Then disappears With the wind and the weather Are you a friend?

Burning Sun

Burning Sun ode

I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms

The Earthquake

The Earthquake long poem

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

Outside The Snow

Outside The Snow prose poem

Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,

Sand

Sand short poem

I ate some sand yesterday It did not taste horrible As I have been told And I did not regret walking In the storm It was like biting you On your tattoo The wind and you Resist with a feverish

Ignition

Ignition short poem

Like a butterfly pinned in a collage, fluttering. Death makes a deal. I was appalled standing on the edge watching the withering body. The lake drowns me. Seagulls were waiting for a renaissance. It is not even midsummer. The planting

Life Is Not A Limited Bound

Life Is Not A Limited Bound short poem

Life is not a limited bound …. life lies under the ocean of tears, after the phase of fears . There is much beyound complaining , there is so much left to do beside just saying . Leaving behind the

Teef on TV

Teef on TV short poem

Americans have the same teef on TV Or at least that’s how it seems to me They’ve all got even white shining incisors The sort that demands the need for visors Big flashy cars-Ferraris and rollers Open their doors to

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

Especially In Times Of Dark

Especially In Times Of Dark short poem

Always but especially in times of dark, encroaching space, my hope alights and leans on an enduring faith in the human spirit and the myriad illumined pockets of kindness and enlightened thought. They are as the stars in a night

I Thee Wed

I Thee Wed short poem

She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking long poem

We would try so hard to take each others’ pain, But in the end it’ll all be the same. I meant what I said, it was never meant to be a game. And I’ll never forget the day you walked

Undecided

Undecided short poem

She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable  Her indifference for compassion was

The Question That Eludes Us

The Question That Eludes Us prose poem

It’s not the answer but the question that eludes us Leaving us no choice but to render an answer Without knowing the reason Like some sandy trail that the wind has obliterated In a vast and infamous desert Having nothing

Only If I Could

Only If I Could long poem

What I would tell you, only if I could I would tell you that I love you in the morning, over our morning coffee I would tell you that I love you, through a text, to see when we could

Love Sonnet 131

Love Sonnet 131 sonnet poems

Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of