Poems About Music Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about music seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:32am
Yesterday 1:32am
Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - Taylor Raised
In the dresser mirror
I comb my long, dark brown hair, parted down the middle, while listening to my
favorite AM station.
When from the speaker
sounds the voice
that would play
a leading role
in my salvation
his music fit my soul
like a well-worn work glove
made supple by life experience.
You see, though young in age,
he had well and truly
been through the wringer
and came out a sage.
He sang, in that moment, about the aloof, itinerant “Walking Man” who never stops to lay down roots.
Even to my young, ...
I comb my long, dark brown hair, parted down the middle, while listening to my
favorite AM station.
When from the speaker
sounds the voice
that would play
a leading role
in my salvation
his music fit my soul
like a well-worn work glove
made supple by life experience.
You see, though young in age,
he had well and truly
been through the wringer
and came out a sage.
He sang, in that moment, about the aloof, itinerant “Walking Man” who never stops to lay down roots.
Even to my young, ...
#happiness
#love
#music
#NaPoWriMo2024
#peace
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3 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 00:00am
23rd Apr 2024 00:00am
Too Damn Good to Be True
You guess I didn’t know a good thing
when it's up in my face
See that’s where you’re wrong
And I can't stand this pain
I guess it's inconceivable
Someone loves me like this
When you did me so wrong
That I can't stand your sweet kiss
You were the smile on my face
You were the stars and the moon
Where the sun in the sky
Now you’re the clouds in my June
There was breakfast in bed
I tasted nothing at all
Too damn good to be true
I’ve been hurt too many times
So I know when it real
I gave my...
when it's up in my face
See that’s where you’re wrong
And I can't stand this pain
I guess it's inconceivable
Someone loves me like this
When you did me so wrong
That I can't stand your sweet kiss
You were the smile on my face
You were the stars and the moon
Where the sun in the sky
Now you’re the clouds in my June
There was breakfast in bed
I tasted nothing at all
Too damn good to be true
I’ve been hurt too many times
So I know when it real
I gave my...
#lyrics
#music
47 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 7:28pm
21st Apr 2024 7:28pm
Safe House
I ran away
From myself
Left all the riches
Took a one bedroom above the drug store
After they close up shop
Can blast my music all night
Maybe put a pick-up on my cello
Abstract the notion of classical
Shredding the strings beyond reason
One day I'll go back
When I've written my opus
I'll stand away from the crowd though
Never going on that fucking Today show
From myself
Left all the riches
Took a one bedroom above the drug store
After they close up shop
Can blast my music all night
Maybe put a pick-up on my cello
Abstract the notion of classical
Shredding the strings beyond reason
One day I'll go back
When I've written my opus
I'll stand away from the crowd though
Never going on that fucking Today show
#despair
#loneliness
#music
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
95 reads
33 Comments
luddep
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 2:55pm
20th Apr 2024 2:55pm
The flowers that grow out of wounds
There are people watching
people watching people watching
And I'm at the city mall
people watching
picking up groceries
feeding your hungry
I'm at the city mall going to the laundry
picking birds on the street
there are people on the street
there are people in the system
there are people watching and I am going on and on
there's flowers in her hair
as I am biting off a nail
there are people watching and I'm biting off a nail
and I'm looking like a snail next to my little queen
i am feeling like a dream...
people watching people watching
And I'm at the city mall
people watching
picking up groceries
feeding your hungry
I'm at the city mall going to the laundry
picking birds on the street
there are people on the street
there are people in the system
there are people watching and I am going on and on
there's flowers in her hair
as I am biting off a nail
there are people watching and I'm biting off a nail
and I'm looking like a snail next to my little queen
i am feeling like a dream...
#flowers
#music
42 reads
1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Apr 2024 6:24am
20th Apr 2024 6:24am
Fight, Flight, Or Sing
Unlocked, finally
a watershed of melodious memories
An eclectic library
of musical remedies
that healed my
wounded heart
over and over
from the start.
Songs from 50 years ago,
still magically enthrall
and whisper that all
will turn out alright.
Waves of joy
permeate my soul,
when I hear Phoebe Snow
sing “Poetry Man” or Robert Flack
kills so softly my
melancholy.
I smile recalling
my ten year old self
belting out
“ I can't blame you for what
you're doin' to me girl
Even...
a watershed of melodious memories
An eclectic library
of musical remedies
that healed my
wounded heart
over and over
from the start.
Songs from 50 years ago,
still magically enthrall
and whisper that all
will turn out alright.
Waves of joy
permeate my soul,
when I hear Phoebe Snow
sing “Poetry Man” or Robert Flack
kills so softly my
melancholy.
I smile recalling
my ten year old self
belting out
“ I can't blame you for what
you're doin' to me girl
Even...
#grief
#happiness
#healing #music
#healing #music
59 reads
1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:48am
19th Apr 2024 8:48am
Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - Contemporary Sage
My first encounter
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
#dance
#gratitude
#kindness
#music
#women
33 reads
0 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 2:57pm
16th Apr 2024 2:57pm
The Devils in the detail
Turn all the lights way down low,
come over here and we can take it slow,
you know its you I need to keep it real,
lost inside the way you make me feel.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train,
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
Last of the lovers at the end of time,
in those arms the world starts to unwind.
A warm sun coming over that hill
its bitter sweet as you take that pill.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
The devils in the detail
she's on that...
come over here and we can take it slow,
you know its you I need to keep it real,
lost inside the way you make me feel.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train,
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
Last of the lovers at the end of time,
in those arms the world starts to unwind.
A warm sun coming over that hill
its bitter sweet as you take that pill.
I'm riding alone on a midnight train
lost and lonely in the freezing rain
The devils in the detail
she's on that...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#music
#lyrics
60 reads
0 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 2:26pm
16th Apr 2024 2:26pm
When the thunder comes
There's a place where only locals go,
I'll take you down to a late night show.
We'll go dancing in the pouring rain,
watch as the lightning writes your name
And if you start to lose control
just let the music fill your soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
Your spotlight burns a hole in me
going to let your music set me free,
when the storms come and the sky goes black
and my mind feels I'm under attack.
And If I start to lose control
I'll let the...
I'll take you down to a late night show.
We'll go dancing in the pouring rain,
watch as the lightning writes your name
And if you start to lose control
just let the music fill your soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
Your spotlight burns a hole in me
going to let your music set me free,
when the storms come and the sky goes black
and my mind feels I'm under attack.
And If I start to lose control
I'll let the...
#lyrics
#NaPoWriMo2024
#music
57 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 4:16am
16th Apr 2024 4:16am
Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - First Teacher
Carole, like a benevolent big sister,
entered my young life
as a clarion of joy
after black clouds prefaced the twister
tearing all tender
notions of happiness asunder
with the death of mother.
Important wise truths
taught in mornings
before walking to school.
From a red, portable,
borrowed phonograph
Ms. King taught me
about the seismic power
of loving desire;
the sacrifices
made for love;
the longing for
permanence and
pain of absence
and dissolution.
That a smile
an...
entered my young life
as a clarion of joy
after black clouds prefaced the twister
tearing all tender
notions of happiness asunder
with the death of mother.
Important wise truths
taught in mornings
before walking to school.
From a red, portable,
borrowed phonograph
Ms. King taught me
about the seismic power
of loving desire;
the sacrifices
made for love;
the longing for
permanence and
pain of absence
and dissolution.
That a smile
an...
#happiness
#love
#grief #music
#grief #music
62 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 3:29am
15th Apr 2024 3:29am
Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my...
#happiness
#sadness
#love
#beauty
#music
57 reads
2 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:22am
15th Apr 2024 1:22am
Smoky Blue Ridged Mountains
Hill patch blades rustle gently
Sun blood creeps to rest among
Such smoky blue ridged mountains
Night, crawling out from the holler's depths
Where some shadows make their home
The daylight, a passerby. Here, listen
And ear to the bluest grass, slow
Longing echoes, hear, as ages ago
The mountain sound, constellates
Years in time's linen, crying out heavy
Moon shine seeping through woodsmoke
Because the sun burnt out like a match
Such, in smoky blue ridged mountains
Sun blood creeps to rest among
Such smoky blue ridged mountains
Night, crawling out from the holler's depths
Where some shadows make their home
The daylight, a passerby. Here, listen
And ear to the bluest grass, slow
Longing echoes, hear, as ages ago
The mountain sound, constellates
Years in time's linen, crying out heavy
Moon shine seeping through woodsmoke
Because the sun burnt out like a match
Such, in smoky blue ridged mountains
#mountains
#music
#NaPoWriMo2024
61 reads
5 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 6:50pm
14th Apr 2024 6:50pm
Musical meanderings 2: When in Germany...
Bedhead chef fed Dad a bad cabbage!
Dad had a headache; he defaced effaced baggage.
Aged hag aced cha-cha-cha;
begged a faded cab; ha-ha-ha!
Egghead had a deaf cad fed;
beheaded beach babe gagged, caged, dead!
Badged bee dabbed a hedge-edged beach caff;
each dag faced a cabbaged gag gaffe.
Feed each deb a bagged beef fadge;
heed facade ahead; cede beaded badge.
Dad had a headache; he defaced effaced baggage.
Aged hag aced cha-cha-cha;
begged a faded cab; ha-ha-ha!
Egghead had a deaf cad fed;
beheaded beach babe gagged, caged, dead!
Badged bee dabbed a hedge-edged beach caff;
each dag faced a cabbaged gag gaffe.
Feed each deb a bagged beef fadge;
heed facade ahead; cede beaded badge.
#music
#funny
#PowerOfWords #NaPoWriMo2024
#PowerOfWords #NaPoWriMo2024
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