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.
music junkie #2
I don't share my music playlist
with many people
I don't even share it
with my partner
He likes more upbeat music
and our definitions
of what is upbeat
are very different
(and according to him
I'm doing it wrong)
so I save my dreamy
melancholy tunes
and angsty metal ballads
for people who get my vibe
Because music is my love language
and the more something makes me feel
the harder it is to share with anyone
outside my chosen few
who gets just as high as I do
off...
with many people
I don't even share it
with my partner
He likes more upbeat music
and our definitions
of what is upbeat
are very different
(and according to him
I'm doing it wrong)
so I save my dreamy
melancholy tunes
and angsty metal ballads
for people who get my vibe
Because music is my love language
and the more something makes me feel
the harder it is to share with anyone
outside my chosen few
who gets just as high as I do
off...
#addiction
#hope
#love #music
#love #music
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~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
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the space before surrender
the keys beneath my fingers lie cold
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
#depression
#music
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I wish I were a song
I am the unplayed notes
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
#addiction
#depression
#music
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Me and a Gun
doesn’t anyone know
the depth behind songs
music
the lyrical world
the depth behind songs
music
the lyrical world
#MeToo
#music
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~”like-a-like-a-your-Laila”
beep beep beep beep beep .. jazzy shrills
as tiny piano mynas in series of chirpiness
tear tear tear tear tear . . in the bassy broad
a jarring~ jamming stitch of timelapse shots
rises high pitched mystic Sufi like a western
Hippie- ARRahman in a silky topnotched hike
overspeeding trains’ a nowhere pencilled line
but your zigzagging bike a never ending crazy ride
buzzing over the busy beach footballers to joggers
and bunch of...
as tiny piano mynas in series of chirpiness
tear tear tear tear tear . . in the bassy broad
a jarring~ jamming stitch of timelapse shots
rises high pitched mystic Sufi like a western
Hippie- ARRahman in a silky topnotched hike
overspeeding trains’ a nowhere pencilled line
but your zigzagging bike a never ending crazy ride
buzzing over the busy beach footballers to joggers
and bunch of...
#FallingInLove
#love
#lover
#music
#ValentinesDay
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Ballerina in a Box
Tunes filled the room
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
#emotions
#freedom
#music
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I’m a loser baby
I liked myself better
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
#addiction
#depression
#disappointment #music
#disappointment #music
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~fluoresce reds, of a bloodied rose.. am I & you
the peaking platonic tactic
of you, drunk in an egoistic
hue of a synthetic fairyland
..in luring mirages.. a lying
oasis of striking candied pinks
splattered outta tiny cochineals
& in electric piercing geometric
rays of coppery sulphate blues..
doesn’t even shake a pint
of this an ancient Himalayan
risen plate in a terrific tectonic
& never ever try to drive in
even a sterile shallowly pinch
of an aching pain.. waiting
to be endlessly bled out
in dripping reds of this ...
of you, drunk in an egoistic
hue of a synthetic fairyland
..in luring mirages.. a lying
oasis of striking candied pinks
splattered outta tiny cochineals
& in electric piercing geometric
rays of coppery sulphate blues..
doesn’t even shake a pint
of this an ancient Himalayan
risen plate in a terrific tectonic
& never ever try to drive in
even a sterile shallowly pinch
of an aching pain.. waiting
to be endlessly bled out
in dripping reds of this ...
#love
#minimalist
#music
#rose
#ValentinesDay
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simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
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when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
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Cigarette Redux
Your cigarette
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
#memories
#music
#PopCulture
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
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