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.
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:05pm
Yesterday 6:05pm
The jam
An endless jam..
A journey.. ecstatic I am
to be able to express myself through these extraordinary mediums I've been blessed to have access to daily.
My instruments..
So enigmatic
So expressive..
With my pen in hand and
my guitar gripping my body
I'm transported to a space void of time..
Effortlessly entranced
the divine dance directing me,
drowning out the demons,
silencing the screamin' within
if only for a moment..
Everything is brief but it's magical,
Liberation
from the emotions
I've...
A journey.. ecstatic I am
to be able to express myself through these extraordinary mediums I've been blessed to have access to daily.
My instruments..
So enigmatic
So expressive..
With my pen in hand and
my guitar gripping my body
I'm transported to a space void of time..
Effortlessly entranced
the divine dance directing me,
drowning out the demons,
silencing the screamin' within
if only for a moment..
Everything is brief but it's magical,
Liberation
from the emotions
I've...
#universe
#spiritual
#music
#marijuana
#SelfReflection
24 reads
7 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:57am
Yesterday 4:57am
Sky dancing beat
Such the floating passion upon her horizon
Makes this midnight jealous of her twilights
Chants her stanza amour in each star rising
Hither a poetic ship's moon to sail her night.
Makes this midnight jealous of her twilights
Chants her stanza amour in each star rising
Hither a poetic ship's moon to sail her night.
#inspirational
#music
#admiration
35 reads
8 Comments
inechoingsilence
Bumped 19th Jul 2019 4:42am
20th May 2019 1:56pm
20th May 2019 1:56pm
Deceptive Fraud
I illuminate my mind with devoted logic
Never again will I passively ascribe
To temporal promised salvation
I cleanse my eyes with holy water
Ridding myself of pining reverie
Fake cult with fakest prophet
Phony zealot, trickster- leader
Your immaculate love for all
Utterly rank, tainted sanctimony
Cherished creed an evil chimera
Multitudes adore, worship you
Impoverished individuals fall
Face down to the ground
Still giving beyond their means
Hoping for a sliver of affection
You preach acceptance,...
Never again will I passively ascribe
To temporal promised salvation
I cleanse my eyes with holy water
Ridding myself of pining reverie
Fake cult with fakest prophet
Phony zealot, trickster- leader
Your immaculate love for all
Utterly rank, tainted sanctimony
Cherished creed an evil chimera
Multitudes adore, worship you
Impoverished individuals fall
Face down to the ground
Still giving beyond their means
Hoping for a sliver of affection
You preach acceptance,...
#identity
#music
#art
#morality
#responsibility
89 reads
8 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 00:46am
18th Jul 2019 00:46am
MORNING SOUNDTRACK
I. Cantante de Ducha
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
II. Cantante de Vestirse
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
III....
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
II. Cantante de Vestirse
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
III....
#love
#music
#SelfReflection
#art
#passion
33 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 2:20pm
15th Jul 2019 2:20pm
E 24
SHOUT
KICK ASS
GRIND
ROCK IT
KICK ASS
GRIND
ROCK IT
#inspirational
#music
#lyrics
32 reads
6 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 2:49am
15th Jul 2019 2:49am
Truth is Music
Seek the truth in music’s arms
honesty that will evolve
adapting to the greatest need
to dispel the strident lies
that sum of chords expressed throughout
speaks veracity to the heart
even while the gross deceit
is expressed without concern
for the lost among the crowd
desiring comfort in their resolve
to escape from chains of angst
attached in realms of silent rage
against the palette of the world
wishing for sincerity
starved for blessings in the void
now fulfilled by music’s charm.
©...
honesty that will evolve
adapting to the greatest need
to dispel the strident lies
that sum of chords expressed throughout
speaks veracity to the heart
even while the gross deceit
is expressed without concern
for the lost among the crowd
desiring comfort in their resolve
to escape from chains of angst
attached in realms of silent rage
against the palette of the world
wishing for sincerity
starved for blessings in the void
now fulfilled by music’s charm.
©...
#music
24 reads
1 Comment
AltairEndian
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
14th Jul 2019 8:37am
The Song of Stones
In the wasteland, in the valley
Where no streams flow lie the stones
Dust and ashes tell their stories
Tales are told among the bones
Wanderers fear them, demons near them
Speak of cruelties of man
Stones where there when heaven burned down
And the snake-spawned war began
Angels weep each time they see them
They remain when chaos grows
Flowers die, stones are eternal
Silence, hear their music flows
They will see the night and they have seen the dawn
Kings of one place, wearing a solitary crown
In...
Where no streams flow lie the stones
Dust and ashes tell their stories
Tales are told among the bones
Wanderers fear them, demons near them
Speak of cruelties of man
Stones where there when heaven burned down
And the snake-spawned war began
Angels weep each time they see them
They remain when chaos grows
Flowers die, stones are eternal
Silence, hear their music flows
They will see the night and they have seen the dawn
Kings of one place, wearing a solitary crown
In...
#love
#dark
#God
#music
#gratitude
18 reads
2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 00:18am
14th Jul 2019 00:18am
When you are feeling tired and beatdown, Beats
So, no one writes a song
As such take them along
Then none to sense the beat
Instead, it fills them complete...
As such take them along
Then none to sense the beat
Instead, it fills them complete...
#music
#quatrain
45 reads
6 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 5:27pm
12th Jul 2019 5:27pm
Freewheelin'
Somehow he heard it deeper and it echoed in the well of who he was -- a primal groan of old sadness, a harmonica sweet like a gone lover's scent on a cool pillow or a black and white image blurred of them on wooden steps; Mattie, Bae-bae, and Marvaline, their fine young legs crossed high and a Studebaker in the gravel drive. There is John's or Jimmy's old guitar leaning by the porch swing and something of Patsy's Crazy and Hank's Honky Tonkin' and Elvis and Mama hanging sheets in the heated breeze of lonesome summers and songs that stab at some hard scrabble truth too big to say or even know...
#music
22 reads
2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 2:37pm
12th Jul 2019 2:37pm
Heart Beats 2
Chilled Aesop turning lava lamp one drop...
#music
#dance
49 reads
6 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 12:54pm
12th Jul 2019 12:54pm
Heart Beats 1
Time travel words on drums...
#music
56 reads
10 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:24pm
11th Jul 2019 6:24pm
Her Breakfast Kisses Are His 401k
Her Breakfast Kisses Are His 401k
I play second fiddle to a saxophonist who remembers the tenormen of old who made the sax wail like the women they loved. One night we do a gig on Frenchmen’s Street in a club called the “Wharf Stompers Club.” The crowd shouts like it is Mardi Gras on Canal Street. Each jazz set eggs them on until the music is drowned out by the yelling. But that doesn’t put a dent in the throaty madness which is the sign of a gig well done. Deep in the crowd, a shrill scream erupts and the men part like the Red Sea as the young woman pushes...
I play second fiddle to a saxophonist who remembers the tenormen of old who made the sax wail like the women they loved. One night we do a gig on Frenchmen’s Street in a club called the “Wharf Stompers Club.” The crowd shouts like it is Mardi Gras on Canal Street. Each jazz set eggs them on until the music is drowned out by the yelling. But that doesn’t put a dent in the throaty madness which is the sign of a gig well done. Deep in the crowd, a shrill scream erupts and the men part like the Red Sea as the young woman pushes...
#love
#romantic
#music #alcohol
#music #alcohol
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