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.
poetryaccident
Poem Published
Today 2:32am
Today 2:32am
Realized by Harmony
To see the world through the notes
witnessed without the aid of eyes
exclamations of counterpoint
revealing both the lows and highs
a form describing entire worlds
from turn of melody by instruments
the sequence measured in the beats
mountains built as consequence
this vision seen in full bloom
with rainbows found in timbre’s groove
bridging valleys in between
contrast the tones by silence spoke
repeating in a wild refrain
apparitions of purest joy
fully seen in lucid dreams
realized by harmony.
...
witnessed without the aid of eyes
exclamations of counterpoint
revealing both the lows and highs
a form describing entire worlds
from turn of melody by instruments
the sequence measured in the beats
mountains built as consequence
this vision seen in full bloom
with rainbows found in timbre’s groove
bridging valleys in between
contrast the tones by silence spoke
repeating in a wild refrain
apparitions of purest joy
fully seen in lucid dreams
realized by harmony.
...
#music
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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:29pm
Yesterday 11:29pm
Sunny Daze To The War Path
They once had Auction and Negro Sale signs, just up ahead
Niggers were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once lookin’ forward to sunny daze
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if...
Niggers were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once lookin’ forward to sunny daze
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey
They were hung, if...
#music
8 reads
2 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 10:30pm
13th Oct 2019 10:30pm
Ioculum is to Fear
cradle me
with insanity
murderous penetration
of my veins
destroy my soul
feelings of desecration
melting my tender ache
complicate my DNA
sexual decompression
breathe in my tainted mind
poison my tongue
own our twisted desires
of the flesh
for always....
with insanity
murderous penetration
of my veins
destroy my soul
feelings of desecration
melting my tender ache
complicate my DNA
sexual decompression
breathe in my tainted mind
poison my tongue
own our twisted desires
of the flesh
for always....
#music
#alcohol
23 reads
2 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 12:05pm
13th Oct 2019 12:05pm
Blues Apart
Some blues make you wander
And some blues make you stall
And the some that play for you
Don't do anything at all
Go see Stevie
Whenever it’s Texas Blues y’all
And if anything falls apart
And you feel like lying down
Tell 'em an ole southern claw-picker
Just made the call
Tell Stevie
When you hit the wall
When the gals on the dance boards
Step up and tell you what to do
And you've just had a kind of realisation
And your feet are shuffling slow
Go see Stevie
I think he’ll show
When...
And some blues make you stall
And the some that play for you
Don't do anything at all
Go see Stevie
Whenever it’s Texas Blues y’all
And if anything falls apart
And you feel like lying down
Tell 'em an ole southern claw-picker
Just made the call
Tell Stevie
When you hit the wall
When the gals on the dance boards
Step up and tell you what to do
And you've just had a kind of realisation
And your feet are shuffling slow
Go see Stevie
I think he’ll show
When...
#music
11 reads
0 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 00:02am
13th Oct 2019 00:02am
Seven To Eleven Blues
Texas Blues is music, ending with a period
You can’t go read out of a book, and be superior
Nothing you go take a bite out of, and eat it
It’s something that is just there, real like legit
Playing sets, from seven to eleven
Crowds roll in, think their in heaven
Start with some slow riffs, like your first lesson
Then unwind my weapon, to close out the session
It’s something you grew up with, just there
I don’t know if it’s the dirt, water or the air
But hope to god, it’s a bit of all of them, hey son
By the way, moving to the...
You can’t go read out of a book, and be superior
Nothing you go take a bite out of, and eat it
It’s something that is just there, real like legit
Playing sets, from seven to eleven
Crowds roll in, think their in heaven
Start with some slow riffs, like your first lesson
Then unwind my weapon, to close out the session
It’s something you grew up with, just there
I don’t know if it’s the dirt, water or the air
But hope to god, it’s a bit of all of them, hey son
By the way, moving to the...
#music
10 reads
0 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 5:36pm
12th Oct 2019 5:36pm
Sonata
It started with a spark of hope.
It started with a change of heart.
And looking back we know the road.
And looking back we saw the dark.
They were words, what could they do?
Make a wall and pull me through.
Hear the call, start to believe.
There was a dangerous melody.
In the caves of a hidden star.
Come the wave of sonata, where.
Revolution will begin here.
When you hear the sonata, dear.
In the caves of a hidden star.
Listening to sonata, where.
Revolution will begin here.
Listen to the sonata,...
It started with a change of heart.
And looking back we know the road.
And looking back we saw the dark.
They were words, what could they do?
Make a wall and pull me through.
Hear the call, start to believe.
There was a dangerous melody.
In the caves of a hidden star.
Come the wave of sonata, where.
Revolution will begin here.
When you hear the sonata, dear.
In the caves of a hidden star.
Listening to sonata, where.
Revolution will begin here.
Listen to the sonata,...
#hate
#war
#music
#lyrics
#art
21 reads
1 Comment
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 5:24pm
11th Oct 2019 5:24pm
Deep under
Nicotine fingernails trail billboard walls
down cracked concrete steps
to an ugly door that opens with a mumble.
daylight is absorbed on both sides.
The bar stools gesture through half closed eyes
lifted from beer mat stares,
closing again with a head back sip.
Hips sway through pungent clouds,
reverb touches seersucker on stilettos,
heavy handed from a dub step base.
he find a familiar corner and closes his mind;
behind the aroma of a Black Russian, ready to slip
deeper, under the underground again.
down cracked concrete steps
to an ugly door that opens with a mumble.
daylight is absorbed on both sides.
The bar stools gesture through half closed eyes
lifted from beer mat stares,
closing again with a head back sip.
Hips sway through pungent clouds,
reverb touches seersucker on stilettos,
heavy handed from a dub step base.
he find a familiar corner and closes his mind;
behind the aroma of a Black Russian, ready to slip
deeper, under the underground again.
#music
#alcohol
40 reads
6 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 4:07am
10th Oct 2019 4:07am
This Is My Blues
Workin’ as a young one, during da cotton pickin’ days.
Tuning my ears into, my older siblings, gospel ways.
Smokin’ a whole lotta dope, got me to here.
Drinking from early mornings on, got me to there.
Playing some slow guitar chords, gave me the blues.
Sleeping at night, always awakening, to more bad news.
This is my blues.
Purely undiluted.
Then distilled on down.
To its true purity.
I got a kind hearted women, no imitation
Who will not let me be, until one dies
As she pulled up to...
Tuning my ears into, my older siblings, gospel ways.
Smokin’ a whole lotta dope, got me to here.
Drinking from early mornings on, got me to there.
Playing some slow guitar chords, gave me the blues.
Sleeping at night, always awakening, to more bad news.
This is my blues.
Purely undiluted.
Then distilled on down.
To its true purity.
I got a kind hearted women, no imitation
Who will not let me be, until one dies
As she pulled up to...
#music
23 reads
1 Comment
AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 1:43am
10th Oct 2019 1:43am
Silk
Throttle forward
Fire through the veins
She numbs the resurrecting pain
Time travels faster
In her veins flow time
Her silk wears transparent
Oh, to taste her air perfumed
It’s time to surrender
Let the pleasure overtake the pain
Fire through the veins
Time travels faster
In her veins flow time
Her silk wears transparent
Ohhhh, to taste her air perfumed
Fire through the veins
She numbs the resurrecting pain
Time travels faster
In her veins flow time
Her silk wears transparent
Oh, to taste her air perfumed
It’s time to surrender
Let the pleasure overtake the pain
Fire through the veins
Time travels faster
In her veins flow time
Her silk wears transparent
Ohhhh, to taste her air perfumed
#music
#lyrics
34 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 11:44pm
9th Oct 2019 11:44pm
These Walls
I came to learn an instrument,
Started with torment,
My anxieties got the better of me,
And I put walls up all around me.
You finally got me to not be so shy,
How the time did fly...
I got to know you a bit,
Great teacher, helped me come out of my shell a bit.
New teacher comes along,
Out of my entire binder, knows only one song!
Knows not what the fuck he is doing,
Makes me start, and knows no notes to any but one song,
Can't correct me when I'm wrong.
I wish I could wring his scrawny little neck!
But to...
Started with torment,
My anxieties got the better of me,
And I put walls up all around me.
You finally got me to not be so shy,
How the time did fly...
I got to know you a bit,
Great teacher, helped me come out of my shell a bit.
New teacher comes along,
Out of my entire binder, knows only one song!
Knows not what the fuck he is doing,
Makes me start, and knows no notes to any but one song,
Can't correct me when I'm wrong.
I wish I could wring his scrawny little neck!
But to...
#sadness
#anger
#anxiety
#murder
#music
32 reads
1 Comment
imortalone
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 1:23pm
8th Oct 2019 1:23pm
End of Days, Breaching The Landing.
End of Days, Breaching The Landing.....Track#11
Whats up this is it
You’ve reached
The conclusion
Music tracks finished
Perhaps you enjoyed it
Perhaps you just didn’t
But then, how did You
Reach This point?
I'm getting older
My time, to shine .
Diminishing more
Every day. Reaching
The end of my days
Every day’s a weight
That's right
End Of Days
That's Right
Face It
A part of you
doesn’t even look
The same
Your decaying
External Forces of time ...
Whats up this is it
You’ve reached
The conclusion
Music tracks finished
Perhaps you enjoyed it
Perhaps you just didn’t
But then, how did You
Reach This point?
I'm getting older
My time, to shine .
Diminishing more
Every day. Reaching
The end of my days
Every day’s a weight
That's right
End Of Days
That's Right
Face It
A part of you
doesn’t even look
The same
Your decaying
External Forces of time ...
#music
#LifeGoals
#apocalypse
#aging
#nostalgia
48 reads
0 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 00:20am
8th Oct 2019 00:20am
Eruption of energy
Moving through waves of sound..
transported to
sublime spaces,
mesmerized each moment
diving deeper..
discovering
divine details
undetected before,
unparalleled
unforeseen
powerful
immensely intense,
intriguing you
instantly,
no escaping the
enticing eruption of energy..
never expecting the effect it may have on everything else.
You find yourself
ejected
from this existence
to a dimension not so distant
but definitely undefinable,
no true or right way to
express the emotions...
transported to
sublime spaces,
mesmerized each moment
diving deeper..
discovering
divine details
undetected before,
unparalleled
unforeseen
powerful
immensely intense,
intriguing you
instantly,
no escaping the
enticing eruption of energy..
never expecting the effect it may have on everything else.
You find yourself
ejected
from this existence
to a dimension not so distant
but definitely undefinable,
no true or right way to
express the emotions...
#universe
#music
#marijuana
#humankind
#SelfReflection
29 reads
1 Comment
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