The Piano

The Piano

A Poem by Darksummerswind

Rotted wood with faded designs along the sides, the piano makes a tattered sound,

The home it belonged to is gone, it now lies in this barren wasteland,

But hope seems to radiate out of the cold keys that my fingers pound.

© 2011 Darksummerswind

Author's Note

This is a short poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.

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I guess in a way, this piano could refer to loving someone after love broke them before.... nice poem, good write :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

To Oceanfire

I think that it's a tercet. Sorry if I can't remember. XP

Posted 10 Years Ago

I love pianos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is pretty great for a such a short poem. I write many short haikus, but the form of this poem is different. Does it have a specific name, or is it uniquely your own?

Posted 10 Years Ago

i hope you got a good grade on this poem because this was short but powerfull great job :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

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aww poor piano how cruel the feeling is to once have a beauty yet it all taken away to be left as shattered hoping somone would at least press a key. :) great short poem!

Posted 10 Years Ago

Hmm what I got from this is a Piano out in a dump and there was someone who was out wandering looking for something and came across the Piano and he/she was talented and gave it a try...The Piano worked so I'm guessing the person took it back home...Like they say another person's trash is another person's treasure.

Other than that it struck me as deep...Nice and short but had meaning behind it...Enjoyed the flow and rhythm of it...Good job

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on November 3, 2011
Last Updated on November 3, 2011



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