Poems about Music
#music
Poems about music, including a diverse range of different genres. Here you'll find poetry about playing an instrument, listening to music and memories triggered by songs and music.
head ache, concert hall
the tones that would normally wash over and clean,
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
#music
#hurt
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Brixton Snow
1992, Brixton Prison, a golden dreadlock Snowy, plays his position, cooling in his cell and watching some television.
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
#city
#music
#prison
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3 Birds
In the silence of the night,
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
#beauty
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#music
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No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
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String Instruments
What's the point of so many rhythmic lines?...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
#music
#rhyming
#lyrics
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Esalen
I remember a big room
some central lodge perhaps
empty
a song playing loudly
and not just any song
a song of exquisite joy
Tom Petty's
American Girl
Barely thinking
I step into the song
and I dance
I dance with my long blonde hair flying
l dance like a dervish from a veiled lifetime
I dance with abandon because I'm 22 and want to kill myself
and who cares if I'm foolish
if I don't have to remember it
I dance because I worship music
I dance because I'm a prayer in motion
I dance because...
some central lodge perhaps
empty
a song playing loudly
and not just any song
a song of exquisite joy
Tom Petty's
American Girl
Barely thinking
I step into the song
and I dance
I dance with my long blonde hair flying
l dance like a dervish from a veiled lifetime
I dance with abandon because I'm 22 and want to kill myself
and who cares if I'm foolish
if I don't have to remember it
I dance because I worship music
I dance because I'm a prayer in motion
I dance because...
#music
#magic
#dance
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A Response to Roy Orbison
I was so unused to sound
evoking such a strong,
emotive pallor that
on weeping through the strains
of “She’s a Mystery to Me”,
I thought forgotten trauma
was now coming out,
but no,
the ripping of my soul,
the splitting of my personality,
the dull machete through my heart
was just his rich and supple voice,
the clear enunciation of each word
and simile, a masculine build
but ripe with loving art.
evoking such a strong,
emotive pallor that
on weeping through the strains
of “She’s a Mystery to Me”,
I thought forgotten trauma
was now coming out,
but no,
the ripping of my soul,
the splitting of my personality,
the dull machete through my heart
was just his rich and supple voice,
the clear enunciation of each word
and simile, a masculine build
but ripe with loving art.
#music
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Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
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Ambassador for World Peace
If Lennon was here,
Would he still delegate peace?
Our world's in danger
Would he still delegate peace?
Our world's in danger
#earth
#peace
#music #haiku
#music #haiku
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the pleasant land
The people refused to enter The Pleasant Land, for they wouldn’t
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
#utopia
#mountains
#music
#lyrics
#travel
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Instrumentation = Stimulation
#sex
#music
#funny #orgasm
#funny #orgasm
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All recollection is sound
All recollection is sound
A simple dub bassline leading to ever spiraling keyboard lives.
Modern day sound-systems pulse thru my head
merging with an ancient shamanic drumbeat
Balinese gamelan
Indian raga
Mongolian throat singing
and Celtic flute all in my mix.
Mixing the creative confines of the subconscious beat.
Between full on German Industrial Techno
Deepest Chicago house
Frankie Knuckles phunk
and British tribal trance.
Its only music....
yet sometimes more , much more
Mother...
A simple dub bassline leading to ever spiraling keyboard lives.
Modern day sound-systems pulse thru my head
merging with an ancient shamanic drumbeat
Balinese gamelan
Indian raga
Mongolian throat singing
and Celtic flute all in my mix.
Mixing the creative confines of the subconscious beat.
Between full on German Industrial Techno
Deepest Chicago house
Frankie Knuckles phunk
and British tribal trance.
Its only music....
yet sometimes more , much more
Mother...
#spiritual
#music
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