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.
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 3:18pm
27th Oct 2020 3:18pm
10/27/20
We dwell in low notes
The G string’s rattle and buzz
Suggests a loose nut
BASS DESIRES
The G string’s rattle and buzz
Suggests a loose nut
BASS DESIRES
#music
#senryu
#dirty
47 reads
8 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 7:55pm
26th Oct 2020 7:55pm
Like Space-X for Music
More than just a song
making everything
...and masters
advertising
Distribution
on every kind
of platform
whipping up a
real winner
nobody believes him
(except me)
until they witness
But that’s because
he’s an orbital
phenomena
Without a
ground-control team
Stay tuned and
I’ll make sure
you get to see it
shooting over heads
making everything
...and masters
advertising
Distribution
on every kind
of platform
whipping up a
real winner
nobody believes him
(except me)
until they witness
But that’s because
he’s an orbital
phenomena
Without a
ground-control team
Stay tuned and
I’ll make sure
you get to see it
shooting over heads
#music
32 reads
10 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 2:43am
25th Oct 2020 2:43am
Welcome to The Bungle
We got guns and lames
you forgot about
good music
and that’s why you’re
suffering now
Charley Crockett
animal is
animal
there is something
else that controls
it
I used to be just like
you
but things change,
people dull, and
you don’t look
the same
anymore
words are a feast that
will make you believe
I like when I’m talking
to myself in the middle
of a blackout at 2am
perfect circle pubic hair
it...
you forgot about
good music
and that’s why you’re
suffering now
Charley Crockett
animal is
animal
there is something
else that controls
it
I used to be just like
you
but things change,
people dull, and
you don’t look
the same
anymore
words are a feast that
will make you believe
I like when I’m talking
to myself in the middle
of a blackout at 2am
perfect circle pubic hair
it...
#GunControl
#animals
#music
#alcohol
#manipulation
48 reads
0 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 1:08am
25th Oct 2020 1:08am
The Sweetness Of Venus
I've waited so long
For this rendezvous
To be with you
My soul calls come
Oh you need to so try love
The sweetness of Venus
Wrapped up in your arms
Days of dreams and make believe
Before one's done
The next has come
And I don't want to lose it
Another turn around the sun
Can I wash the stars
With you in my veins
I'm jumping trains
My pockets lined
With the stolen colour of you're mine
For this rendezvous
To be with you
My soul calls come
Oh you need to so try love
The sweetness of Venus
Wrapped up in your arms
Days of dreams and make believe
Before one's done
The next has come
And I don't want to lose it
Another turn around the sun
Can I wash the stars
With you in my veins
I'm jumping trains
My pockets lined
With the stolen colour of you're mine
#love
#dreams
#music
#lyrics
#memories
71 reads
12 Comments
Whimsy_Ginger
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 00:21am
25th Oct 2020 00:21am
Your Song
This song is attached to you
You come to mind everytime I hear it
There are times I play it on repeat
Other times I skip it
It will forever be your song
You come to mind everytime I hear it
There are times I play it on repeat
Other times I skip it
It will forever be your song
#music
#memories
#emotions
10 reads
0 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:59am
23rd Oct 2020 6:59am
"Mainstream" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 22/9/2014
So Is It ... " Your Dream " ...
To Become MAINSTREAM ... ?!?
I CANNOT Lie ...
Sometimes My Mind ...
Has Been Inclined ...
To Visualise A Time Where I ...
Could Be ... " THAT GUY " ... !?!
That People LOVED ...
Like ... “ WARM Sunshine “ ... !!!
But Recognised That DARKNESS Rides ...
With Getting A Slice of The DEVILS' Pie ... !!!!
Because MANY It Seems ...
Now Seem To BELIEVE ...
That ILLUMINATED Teams ....
Run MAINSTREAM Scenes ...
“ Know what I mean !?! “ ...
To Become MAINSTREAM ... ?!?
I CANNOT Lie ...
Sometimes My Mind ...
Has Been Inclined ...
To Visualise A Time Where I ...
Could Be ... " THAT GUY " ... !?!
That People LOVED ...
Like ... “ WARM Sunshine “ ... !!!
But Recognised That DARKNESS Rides ...
With Getting A Slice of The DEVILS' Pie ... !!!!
Because MANY It Seems ...
Now Seem To BELIEVE ...
That ILLUMINATED Teams ....
Run MAINSTREAM Scenes ...
“ Know what I mean !?! “ ...
#music
#vanity
#sports
#greed
#art
19 reads
0 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 00:45am
23rd Oct 2020 00:45am
Wubdub
It was 1973, the city of gold built by gods. I lick my lips and taste the sea air. Screaming, screaming to the echos, screaming back inside the well. People wearing people as timepieces, as time ceases. Locked up in Fort Knox and counted precious, every grain, a wish gone to sail. We're all holding on, just to let go.
Shuffled off, a horde to the hoard, shoot them down, their aching heels. Turn them into circuits, dust of a thousand stars. Stuff them under square stones, in doorways, gateways to places only the dead can know. Save them for later, should the infinite run low.
Shuffled off, a horde to the hoard, shoot them down, their aching heels. Turn them into circuits, dust of a thousand stars. Stuff them under square stones, in doorways, gateways to places only the dead can know. Save them for later, should the infinite run low.
#music
#lyrics
#StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 5:52pm
20th Oct 2020 5:52pm
Bolivia
Bolivia
in Bolivia, the socialist won
the election, after the American inspired coup
against Evo Morales who had to flee his country
now he can come home again.
The world is turning to socialism to equality
before the conservative dictatorship like the one
the USA suffers under.
In our pandemic times, people see that salvation
is under a coequal society.
Whoever takes charge in the USA it will take longer
the people have been so long under the “freedom whip.”
it will take time for them to see that capitalism is for the few...
in Bolivia, the socialist won
the election, after the American inspired coup
against Evo Morales who had to flee his country
now he can come home again.
The world is turning to socialism to equality
before the conservative dictatorship like the one
the USA suffers under.
In our pandemic times, people see that salvation
is under a coequal society.
Whoever takes charge in the USA it will take longer
the people have been so long under the “freedom whip.”
it will take time for them to see that capitalism is for the few...
#politics
#music
#morality #responsibility
#morality #responsibility
31 reads
1 Comment
Ingredients
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 9:25pm
19th Oct 2020 9:25pm
Music's Hue
I hear your notes of solid green
Purple hues which writhe and teem
On currents held within your ears
No finite laughter, or subtle tears
Strings quiver from your every touch
Fingers dance in measured time
Silently, both embraced and clutched
Enticed with trances so divine
Azure tints spit from the wood
Taking stock of where we stood.
Speaking of love, lost then found
Unaware of its resound
I hear the tales of gloom and woe
It's infectious touch
With venom it's sowed
I fear the end as...
Purple hues which writhe and teem
On currents held within your ears
No finite laughter, or subtle tears
Strings quiver from your every touch
Fingers dance in measured time
Silently, both embraced and clutched
Enticed with trances so divine
Azure tints spit from the wood
Taking stock of where we stood.
Speaking of love, lost then found
Unaware of its resound
I hear the tales of gloom and woe
It's infectious touch
With venom it's sowed
I fear the end as...
#music
#rhyming
#emotions
20 reads
4 Comments
Ingredients
Poem Published
19th Oct 2020 9:22pm
19th Oct 2020 9:22pm
Grace
Listen to the music draw, hear it from the pit.
I am full of shock and awe, more I won’t admit.
Light feet take me on the trip, as I begin to form,
soundless words which you might skip, with grace as is the norm.
My technique is absolute, my attitudes are rigid.
All my movements are acute, my body must be vivid.
The strings intone upon your heart, the sounds of loss and fear.
These limbs will move to help you chart, that intimate frontier.
If you can see my story, wordless it might be.
My body’s transitory, heartfelt, untold plea. ...
I am full of shock and awe, more I won’t admit.
Light feet take me on the trip, as I begin to form,
soundless words which you might skip, with grace as is the norm.
My technique is absolute, my attitudes are rigid.
All my movements are acute, my body must be vivid.
The strings intone upon your heart, the sounds of loss and fear.
These limbs will move to help you chart, that intimate frontier.
If you can see my story, wordless it might be.
My body’s transitory, heartfelt, untold plea. ...
#beauty
#music
#rhyming
#art
#dance
13 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 3:05am
18th Oct 2020 3:05am
Playing a Hot Tuna CD in the Rental Car on the North Fork circa 1993
Driving down Route 25
In a 1990 Honda Accord
Acoustic Hot Tuna cranked loud
Know you Rider
1st album
1969
Was a fan then
Still a fan today
51 years later
Jorma and Jack
Hands faster than lighting
I go way back with those boys
Acoustic
Electric
Don’t matter
The one and the only
Hot Fucking Tuna
Yeah man
In a 1990 Honda Accord
Acoustic Hot Tuna cranked loud
Know you Rider
1st album
1969
Was a fan then
Still a fan today
51 years later
Jorma and Jack
Hands faster than lighting
I go way back with those boys
Acoustic
Electric
Don’t matter
The one and the only
Hot Fucking Tuna
Yeah man
#music
45 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
#depression
#violence
#music #apocalypse
#music #apocalypse
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