Poems About Music Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about music seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:27am
12th Dec 2024 8:27am
Solace In Chicago
I got lost in the depths of Chicago tonight
Swaying to the horn sections sonic assault
Catching the beat with a melody so bright
Hearing this rhythm burning hot as asphalt
Smooth transition into another catchy hook
A walking bass line marches with the drums
Piano is simmering as vocals begin to cook
A blazing guitar solo where each note hums
Sometimes when this world gets out of hand
I find solace in music from some classic band
.. Tonight I found solace in Chicago
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
Swaying to the horn sections sonic assault
Catching the beat with a melody so bright
Hearing this rhythm burning hot as asphalt
Smooth transition into another catchy hook
A walking bass line marches with the drums
Piano is simmering as vocals begin to cook
A blazing guitar solo where each note hums
Sometimes when this world gets out of hand
I find solace in music from some classic band
.. Tonight I found solace in Chicago
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
#music
98 reads
25 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 6:57pm
7th Dec 2024 6:57pm
Vomiting Up
Vomiting up
Swallowing down
Walking on this blue ball
Trying not to feel small
As I hear clamoring
On the horizon
Balance of nature
Wanting to nurture
Finding things that diminish me
Slings and arrows penetrate my soul
Funerals and petals
Processions and marching bands
Having to stand up not to stand down
Involved in the righteousness
Of snakes and serpents
Involved in the righteousness of false prophets
Spiritualized proselytized
They vomit it up
As...
Swallowing down
Walking on this blue ball
Trying not to feel small
As I hear clamoring
On the horizon
Balance of nature
Wanting to nurture
Finding things that diminish me
Slings and arrows penetrate my soul
Funerals and petals
Processions and marching bands
Having to stand up not to stand down
Involved in the righteousness
Of snakes and serpents
Involved in the righteousness of false prophets
Spiritualized proselytized
They vomit it up
As...
#anger
#apathy
#greed
#lyrics
#music
44 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
Broken Record
Sometimes the story doesn't end like a fairytale,
I guess that's how it really goes when you stick on a merry-go-round.
The melody of us is now a haunting sound.
Tell me, baby, how do I make it stop,
When the world spins like a broken record,
Your voice is the needle scratching my heart raw.
I had it all but I lost it loving you,
Wish I had known before I fell.
The fall was bad, but unrequited love hurts like hell.
All these thoughts play around in my head,
Like a broken record telling me what to feel.
If I could escape,...
I guess that's how it really goes when you stick on a merry-go-round.
The melody of us is now a haunting sound.
Tell me, baby, how do I make it stop,
When the world spins like a broken record,
Your voice is the needle scratching my heart raw.
I had it all but I lost it loving you,
Wish I had known before I fell.
The fall was bad, but unrequited love hurts like hell.
All these thoughts play around in my head,
Like a broken record telling me what to feel.
If I could escape,...
#hurt
#love
#lyrics
#music
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
La Promesa
Recuerdo la promesa que hiciste en junio.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
#love
#music
#sea #wind
#sea #wind
52 reads
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oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
Is it Me
Is it Me
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
#death
#God
#LifeCycle
#love
#music
59 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:02pm
23rd Nov 2024 11:02pm
In the Dead of the Night
Intro:
In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.
Rhyme 1:
Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.
Chorus:
Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.
Rhyme 2:
Midnight cries break the silence....
In the dead of night, the cradle rocks.
Echoes in the shadows, ticking clocks.
Tiny hands reach out for air.
Chaos reigns, curly hair everywhere.
Rhyme 1:
Under the moonlight, whispers grow,
silent secrets only shadows know.
From the cradle to the rocking chair,
curly hair is everywhere.
Chorus:
Rock the cradle, feel the storm,
in the darkness love takes form.
Curly hair, wild and free,
a symbol of our destiny.
Rhyme 2:
Midnight cries break the silence....
#dance
#funny
#lyrics
#music
#sun
52 reads
6 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 10:00am
23rd Nov 2024 10:00am
Slow Jams
What happened to Jimmy Hendrix?
What happened to Genuine?
What happened to back in the day where love songs played like "Bump and Grind"?
What happened to 112 "Let's get married" or "Let's get up on a room"?
What happen to the real slow jams that made me want to make love to you.
What happened to Maxwell, Escape, 702?
What happened to Color Me Bad, Mint Condition or "Knockin Da Boots"?
Give me some Soul For Real or All For One.
Take me back when laying you down in bed was just for fun.
Bring me...
What happened to Genuine?
What happened to back in the day where love songs played like "Bump and Grind"?
What happened to 112 "Let's get married" or "Let's get up on a room"?
What happen to the real slow jams that made me want to make love to you.
What happened to Maxwell, Escape, 702?
What happened to Color Me Bad, Mint Condition or "Knockin Da Boots"?
Give me some Soul For Real or All For One.
Take me back when laying you down in bed was just for fun.
Bring me...
#historical
#IMissYou
#love
#memories
#music
86 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 9:16am
20th Nov 2024 9:16am
Metronome
You are my metronome
I’m a beat off and i swim in my head
Your steady rhythm puts me back into
Real that I should pay attention to
You are the dorsal fin you keep me straight
I’m into my own beat just a beat off
Living in my truths that I lie to me
I come back to you you set the rhythm
The rhythm between me and you and then some
Metronome ticks within me now
You set the rhythm I lay it down
Rhythm and rhyme and why r h y
You take me back into myself ...
I’m a beat off and i swim in my head
Your steady rhythm puts me back into
Real that I should pay attention to
You are the dorsal fin you keep me straight
I’m into my own beat just a beat off
Living in my truths that I lie to me
I come back to you you set the rhythm
The rhythm between me and you and then some
Metronome ticks within me now
You set the rhythm I lay it down
Rhythm and rhyme and why r h y
You take me back into myself ...
#honesty
#lyrics
#motivational
#music
#support
50 reads
0 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:00am
19th Nov 2024 1:00am
The Man With The Bass Guitar
Hello there,
Perfect Mr. Stranger
Don't mean to sound corny
But was that you walking in my dreams
Playing on my mind
With tight strings
Deep cords
Sweet symphony
Your aura exudes vitality
You're everything I want in me
Read that again
You are everything
I want in me
The moment we locked eyes
I felt something,
Something smooth
Like the rhythm to my favorite song
Emencely satisfying
Hearing you create those vibrations
With the tip of your fingers
And the biting of your lips ...
Perfect Mr. Stranger
Don't mean to sound corny
But was that you walking in my dreams
Playing on my mind
With tight strings
Deep cords
Sweet symphony
Your aura exudes vitality
You're everything I want in me
Read that again
You are everything
I want in me
The moment we locked eyes
I felt something,
Something smooth
Like the rhythm to my favorite song
Emencely satisfying
Hearing you create those vibrations
With the tip of your fingers
And the biting of your lips ...
#admiration
#FallingInLove
#music
94 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 1:50pm
15th Nov 2024 1:50pm
First Take
There is something about the first take
It’s raw and there are many mistakes
But it captures the real feelings
You can go back and try to recreate
But there is a soul missing
Go back again money is ticking
We’re booked for 10pm no one shows up but the engineer
What can he do without us, punch his phone as the money rings
Three hours later the bassist shows up, proceeds to throw up his guts
Where’s the drummer and guitarist to turn this house into madness
As the tension grows...
It’s raw and there are many mistakes
But it captures the real feelings
You can go back and try to recreate
But there is a soul missing
Go back again money is ticking
We’re booked for 10pm no one shows up but the engineer
What can he do without us, punch his phone as the money rings
Three hours later the bassist shows up, proceeds to throw up his guts
Where’s the drummer and guitarist to turn this house into madness
As the tension grows...
#music
41 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 5:23pm
13th Nov 2024 5:23pm
Mermaid Self Spells
Morgana and Medusa are two teenage mermaids,
with their beautiful fluffy hair and shiny scales,
venturing into the vast, icy world of Antarctica.
They love taking selfies everywhere they visit;
whether on the edge of a very high iceberg,
in a pile of snow newly formed by the storm
or in front of a colony of curious penguins.
With their small waterproof devices,
they capture every moment of adventures.
Morgana, with her irreverent way,
loves to pose enchanted,
while Medusa, more introspective,
prefers to capture the natural...
with their beautiful fluffy hair and shiny scales,
venturing into the vast, icy world of Antarctica.
They love taking selfies everywhere they visit;
whether on the edge of a very high iceberg,
in a pile of snow newly formed by the storm
or in front of a colony of curious penguins.
With their small waterproof devices,
they capture every moment of adventures.
Morgana, with her irreverent way,
loves to pose enchanted,
while Medusa, more introspective,
prefers to capture the natural...
#funny
#mermaids
#music
#sea
#witches
59 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:38am
13th Nov 2024 3:38am
10000 Minutes
10000 minutes feel like hours but
My fingers are bleeding
My shoulder is hurting
This is what you have to suffer
To be like one of them
Every chance if I sit down I pick it up
Calluses forming on my finger
Putting in the time I’m feeling it
Even if it hurts my body
I lean on it trying to be a poet
I strum the stupidest shit you could imagine
But I’m in the game and I can’t complain
In the shortest minute I think I found it
All the sudden you sound almost good
But you are not...
My fingers are bleeding
My shoulder is hurting
This is what you have to suffer
To be like one of them
Every chance if I sit down I pick it up
Calluses forming on my finger
Putting in the time I’m feeling it
Even if it hurts my body
I lean on it trying to be a poet
I strum the stupidest shit you could imagine
But I’m in the game and I can’t complain
In the shortest minute I think I found it
All the sudden you sound almost good
But you are not...
#guitars
#lyrics
#music #WritingPoetry
#music #WritingPoetry
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