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
Today 2:22am
Today 2:22am
IN CONCERT, THIS GRIEF
I'm not ready
For this event
That can't be missed
It washes over me
This grief
For normalcy
For this event
That can't be missed
It washes over me
This grief
For normalcy
#anxiety
#grief
#music #pandemic
#music #pandemic
7 reads
0 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 3:16pm
14th Sep 2021 3:16pm
Synesthete at the Symphony
Piano chords marry
Chocolate wine and
Mango cream
Flames of Bougainvillea vines
In minor G
Cymbal crash of
Aussie outback
Sandy beige and brown
Billabong of candied
Violet petals
In which to
Sweetly drown
Flutes cry tears
Hydrangea blue
On clarinets' ripe
Apple hues
And anise-scented
Old bassoons
Play bouncing A
Beams of
Harvest moon
Chocolate wine and
Mango cream
Flames of Bougainvillea vines
In minor G
Cymbal crash of
Aussie outback
Sandy beige and brown
Billabong of candied
Violet petals
In which to
Sweetly drown
Flutes cry tears
Hydrangea blue
On clarinets' ripe
Apple hues
And anise-scented
Old bassoons
Play bouncing A
Beams of
Harvest moon
#beauty
#dreams
#music #art
#music #art
6 reads
2 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 12:29pm
11th Sep 2021 12:29pm
nostalgia fountain penned
in the concept of evolve one finds the word love.
How much true potency has love in life?
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I found the whale teeth that she send me, it is true she gave me confidence.
Beyond the stories of sea shells, Footprints are carved from a youth that is as bare
as a field.
My mind opens in a maze where memories float in silver fish tanks.
I am aside a crow like crowd, in London , driving...
How much true potency has love in life?
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
I found the whale teeth that she send me, it is true she gave me confidence.
Beyond the stories of sea shells, Footprints are carved from a youth that is as bare
as a field.
My mind opens in a maze where memories float in silver fish tanks.
I am aside a crow like crowd, in London , driving...
#BestFriend
#music
#memories #humankind
#memories #humankind
23 reads
6 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 5:20am
11th Sep 2021 5:20am
Playground Benches
Looking back I missed the boat,
Used to dream of fame and when.
It was Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll,
Even though I was only Ten!
Standing up on Playground Benches,
The whole world was my stage.
Rushing forward and clapping hands,
Tasting what I hoped would come.
I loved the rush and the attention,
Was the odd ball who risked detention!
As I grew, I played it safe,
While others did as they pleased.
While they were playing with birds and bees,
I was doing what pleased me!
So I had the Rock and the Roll,
Lucky...
Used to dream of fame and when.
It was Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll,
Even though I was only Ten!
Standing up on Playground Benches,
The whole world was my stage.
Rushing forward and clapping hands,
Tasting what I hoped would come.
I loved the rush and the attention,
Was the odd ball who risked detention!
As I grew, I played it safe,
While others did as they pleased.
While they were playing with birds and bees,
I was doing what pleased me!
So I had the Rock and the Roll,
Lucky...
#music
#confessional
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
27 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 3:28am
11th Sep 2021 3:28am
Hellified Tantamounts
This is a spider session, replete
with the sunglass woman
eyeing me from across
the street
I don’t want to hear music
there is nothing I want to see
there is nothing to say
I’m watching this all from
across the street and it’s
boring
pine tar dripping from my
ceiling
black widows forming webs
across my doorway
another job in hell tomorrow
I was just another pawn in
the sickest game of all
liquor for dinner
locking my keys in my car
...
with the sunglass woman
eyeing me from across
the street
I don’t want to hear music
there is nothing I want to see
there is nothing to say
I’m watching this all from
across the street and it’s
boring
pine tar dripping from my
ceiling
black widows forming webs
across my doorway
another job in hell tomorrow
I was just another pawn in
the sickest game of all
liquor for dinner
locking my keys in my car
...
#music
#alcohol
#hell
#freedom
#boredom
24 reads
2 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 5:57am
9th Sep 2021 5:57am
SYMPHONY'S NIGHT VOICES
If you listen carefully
You can hear Mother Nature descant
It's a sound so naturally
"Alluring and Puissant."
Every living thing has a vocal of its own
A bird tweets "yet" hear the running streams
A place they call home
Around Trees that are Queens...
Winds and rain invite others to attend
Enjoying the event
In a moment all is regarded as a friend ...
You can hear Mother Nature descant
It's a sound so naturally
"Alluring and Puissant."
Every living thing has a vocal of its own
A bird tweets "yet" hear the running streams
A place they call home
Around Trees that are Queens...
Winds and rain invite others to attend
Enjoying the event
In a moment all is regarded as a friend ...
#animals
#nature
#music
24 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 5:14am
8th Sep 2021 5:14am
elegy of drums
A rolling stone gathers no moss.”
charlie beat the hell out of skin
spilling not a drop of precious blood
membrane to his feet tamed the din
of his passions raging like a flood
paradiddle dreams crowned his head
bossa nova clavé poly rhyme
syncopation sycophant-bred
of the gallantry of space and time
...
charlie beat the hell out of skin
spilling not a drop of precious blood
membrane to his feet tamed the din
of his passions raging like a flood
paradiddle dreams crowned his head
bossa nova clavé poly rhyme
syncopation sycophant-bred
of the gallantry of space and time
...
#music
#memorial
#admiration #heroic
#admiration #heroic
18 reads
4 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 00:18am
6th Sep 2021 00:18am
Insectivorous Romantics
Romance is your bread and butter-
Flies that flutter
As you make me swallow whole
Swallowtails and Painted Ladies
Colouring my throat
With orange and navy
Common Blue's
Sapphire flying coats
Long winged brushes' strokes
Settling in my stomach
In flavours of Buckeye
And Cabbage White
Rolls
Curling my toes
Like cashews
Till they're smile-shaped
And I won't let these
Butterflies escape
You feed me...
Flies that flutter
As you make me swallow whole
Swallowtails and Painted Ladies
Colouring my throat
With orange and navy
Common Blue's
Sapphire flying coats
Long winged brushes' strokes
Settling in my stomach
In flavours of Buckeye
And Cabbage White
Rolls
Curling my toes
Like cashews
Till they're smile-shaped
And I won't let these
Butterflies escape
You feed me...
#happiness
#butterfly
#music
#FallingInLove
#bees
28 reads
1 Comment
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 11:00pm
5th Sep 2021 11:00pm
I wish I could be like Charlie Watts
As a thin wide smile
slides of the snare,
sketches of road beds
rests by his chair.
A jazzed rock and roller
sat sipping green tea
so hard to follow
when guitars take the lead.
In Charlie Parker he would
pen some lost words,
a much missed ode
to a high flying bird.
slides of the snare,
sketches of road beds
rests by his chair.
A jazzed rock and roller
sat sipping green tea
so hard to follow
when guitars take the lead.
In Charlie Parker he would
pen some lost words,
a much missed ode
to a high flying bird.
#inspirational
#music
26 reads
4 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 2:55pm
5th Sep 2021 2:55pm
ROBERT JOHNSON
they said satan
taught him
how to stroke that old guitar
so she'd
purr
and coo
and whimper
and wail
in the bliss
of his long, dark fingers' caress,
her strings bent hard
and pressed against him,
her moans and laughter
rising from a deep black hole
and set free
to haunt the lonely liquored night
even now
through the tinny fuzz
and crackle of an antique recording
tricks
the devil taught
not long before
he called the loan
taught him
how to stroke that old guitar
so she'd
purr
and coo
and whimper
and wail
in the bliss
of his long, dark fingers' caress,
her strings bent hard
and pressed against him,
her moans and laughter
rising from a deep black hole
and set free
to haunt the lonely liquored night
even now
through the tinny fuzz
and crackle of an antique recording
tricks
the devil taught
not long before
he called the loan
#music
32 reads
10 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 2:40pm
5th Sep 2021 2:40pm
I Shall Not Share
There is a madrigal,
by Dowland writ
unnamed,
but full eight voiced and magical,
like woven light,
like silken tapestries
at night
reflecting candles' flames
and furling in a breeze,
now ringing in my ears
and lilting, luting, me
above myself.
It is a thing too bright
and sensual
to bear,
so ravishing of sense
so lovely, warm,
in its polyphony,
within its melody,
that when I hear it
I'm laid low,...
by Dowland writ
unnamed,
but full eight voiced and magical,
like woven light,
like silken tapestries
at night
reflecting candles' flames
and furling in a breeze,
now ringing in my ears
and lilting, luting, me
above myself.
It is a thing too bright
and sensual
to bear,
so ravishing of sense
so lovely, warm,
in its polyphony,
within its melody,
that when I hear it
I'm laid low,...
#music
20 reads
12 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 3:08pm
4th Sep 2021 3:08pm
There's No Place Like Nowhere
Picture yourself if you will
Cerulean skies and wind in your hair
You haven't ever know freedom until
You're on a boat headed for nowhere
Picture yourself he said
As he drew me a sketch
Tracing the sun and writing my name
Lenny smiled like a schoolboy
As he finished his etch
Disappearing as quick as he came
There's no place like nowhere he wrote
When you're out in the swell of the water
All you can do is sail the great blue
When life gets a little bit...
Cerulean skies and wind in your hair
You haven't ever know freedom until
You're on a boat headed for nowhere
Picture yourself he said
As he drew me a sketch
Tracing the sun and writing my name
Lenny smiled like a schoolboy
As he finished his etch
Disappearing as quick as he came
There's no place like nowhere he wrote
When you're out in the swell of the water
All you can do is sail the great blue
When life gets a little bit...
#dreams
#death
#sea
#music
#art
23 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Music
