Least Read Poems About Music
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When I Used To Bleed Music
I used to noodle my 6-string for hours
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
Dripping platinum and gold on the carpet
To no one but myself night after night
Drinking in it's sweet surrendered dulcet
Strumming louder and louder faster
Accenting and pumping the beat along
So fast Id cut my skin and bruise my hand
Wizardly charms rang off sure and long
The music made whole by my passion
Ash body and rosewood neck caressed
Thought to note and back again and again
Finding that perfect tone in frets perfectly kissed
The buildup to the...
#love
#music
#SelfReflection
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What Have I Become?
Storming the night
pitch black Alight
Ethereal Chora painted over midnight
Mon Glamour, Ardent, arise
amber horizons
ametrine shine
bejewel, bedizen
eyes open wide
luna beams
full of Delight
Enchanting return
making Love in the sky
Ever On High.
pitch black Alight
Ethereal Chora painted over midnight
Mon Glamour, Ardent, arise
amber horizons
ametrine shine
bejewel, bedizen
eyes open wide
luna beams
full of Delight
Enchanting return
making Love in the sky
Ever On High.
#love
#lover
#music #sky
#music #sky
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Strange Summer Silence
Strange summer silence
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
Mockingbirds gone quiet
Still, scarlet twilight ushers in the day
Grape vines dwindle
An eerie light is kindled
And leads the way
To a timeless dimension
Where we just be
Winds behind me
Whistle clarion to hushed carrion
Sizzling arias
I call home
#birds
#music
#nature
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August 31st 2019 (Big Camp)
Five days after performing at Hastings Pride
(My first performance on a stage!)
I was then transported to Lincolnshire
For a fabulous Big Camp
In a field surrounded by other fields
Containing sheep, and turnips!
I'd put myself down on an open mic
I was awaiting my turn
And was to follow a strong man act
Which was pretty impressive
But i was thinking, how does a poet follow that?
Whilst waiting, i went to get myself another cider
When i noticed they had something called mead
Never liked honey, but thought 'when in Rome'
I...
(My first performance on a stage!)
I was then transported to Lincolnshire
For a fabulous Big Camp
In a field surrounded by other fields
Containing sheep, and turnips!
I'd put myself down on an open mic
I was awaiting my turn
And was to follow a strong man act
Which was pretty impressive
But i was thinking, how does a poet follow that?
Whilst waiting, i went to get myself another cider
When i noticed they had something called mead
Never liked honey, but thought 'when in Rome'
I...
#funny
#happiness
#holiday
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
20 reads
0 Comments
Musical Odyssey Imbibed (Shaken And Stirred)
Music streams
Fueling daydreams
Sparking feelings
Leading to sweet things
Blessed nurturings
Mild murmurings
Sweet nothings
Felt conjurings
Happy happenings
Chaotic ramblings
Heartfelt poetic spillings
A smile on your face truly means ...
Everything ...
Bless and love ... .
Fueling daydreams
Sparking feelings
Leading to sweet things
Blessed nurturings
Mild murmurings
Sweet nothings
Felt conjurings
Happy happenings
Chaotic ramblings
Heartfelt poetic spillings
A smile on your face truly means ...
Everything ...
Bless and love ... .
#love
#dreams
#music #magic
#music #magic
25 reads
0 Comments
Cross-Country Drive
Riding on the highway
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
#happiness
#music
#uplifting
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Out of the Bottle
Out of the bottle
Feel a stirring in my soul
Rhythm pulse under blood vessels
It’s been there since I was a tot
First 45 was Mother Mary
Along with Taveres
Heaven’s missing an angel
Dancing through my teens with
Who Doors and Aerosmith
With some Jimi mixed in
A new decade approaches and
It’s the 80’s on the stage
Clashed with The Who and Santana
Down at JFK
Went from Genesis all the way to Peter Gabriel
Call the Police and watch the Go Go’s
Rush meet Joe Walsh in the...
Feel a stirring in my soul
Rhythm pulse under blood vessels
It’s been there since I was a tot
First 45 was Mother Mary
Along with Taveres
Heaven’s missing an angel
Dancing through my teens with
Who Doors and Aerosmith
With some Jimi mixed in
A new decade approaches and
It’s the 80’s on the stage
Clashed with The Who and Santana
Down at JFK
Went from Genesis all the way to Peter Gabriel
Call the Police and watch the Go Go’s
Rush meet Joe Walsh in the...
#lyrics
#music
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Her Orinoco Delta Blues
Her Orinoco Delta Blues
Her smile is a rose blossoming
In the hothouse of my heart
She is the tropical heat of a rainforest
With the misty eyes
Of a smoking volcano
Whose caldera is her lipstick
That glows with the fire of creation
On the morning
When single cells first waltzed
And double helixes linked
In an ancient sea
The steam from my espresso
Is the fragrance
Of her Columbian coffee triangle
And I long to play her Latin guitar
And hear the moans
From her strings
When she sings
Her...
Her smile is a rose blossoming
In the hothouse of my heart
She is the tropical heat of a rainforest
With the misty eyes
Of a smoking volcano
Whose caldera is her lipstick
That glows with the fire of creation
On the morning
When single cells first waltzed
And double helixes linked
In an ancient sea
The steam from my espresso
Is the fragrance
Of her Columbian coffee triangle
And I long to play her Latin guitar
And hear the moans
From her strings
When she sings
Her...
#beauty
#coffee
#music
#seductive
#sensual
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Confluence
plum blossoms pinkly beam in the dew
green branches meld to the hue of country sky
these things almost in themselves a sutra
a confluence of various means
in humility beneath the undimmed moon.
and primarily you are also
incarnate music incarnate wisdom
great realizations of
clear light and dark light
and unrealizations of the same.
green branches meld to the hue of country sky
these things almost in themselves a sutra
a confluence of various means
in humility beneath the undimmed moon.
and primarily you are also
incarnate music incarnate wisdom
great realizations of
clear light and dark light
and unrealizations of the same.
#music
#nature
34 reads
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Dynamic
And in hollows, the violin plays
the melody of a thousand tears.
I listen to my thoughts sway,
and the strings begin to settle my fears.
The piano whispers a faith that causes hope
to weave a harmony that journeys in the wind,
adding eighty-eight ways to cope.
As we play, the sonata rescinds
the darkness that breaks through the skyline.
The overtones leave an impression
and the shadows decline
as we push far beyond expression.
the melody of a thousand tears.
I listen to my thoughts sway,
and the strings begin to settle my fears.
The piano whispers a faith that causes hope
to weave a harmony that journeys in the wind,
adding eighty-eight ways to cope.
As we play, the sonata rescinds
the darkness that breaks through the skyline.
The overtones leave an impression
and the shadows decline
as we push far beyond expression.
#hope
#music
34 reads
16 Comments
HoW YoU WaNt It ToDaY - RAP POETRY
I don’t really vibe with old tunes
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
Find them tired,
stuck inside closed room
Chasing shadows of a dying old moon
Tired of pretending they’re still shining
Stuck rewinding
That's how You Want it today
Gotta Hall pass , to walk past
recycled tunes that won't last
Old grooves, old moves
I’m creating somethin new,
sparks feel true,
You got me wrong if you think I'm fake it, rather struggle until I make it,
excuse me, while I take it
I’ll break it then make it new ...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#music #myself
#music #myself
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Listening to a long forgotten soul song
In the quiet dawn, thoughts crowd your face in epiphany.
Realizations, like lightning, strike the still morning air.
You stand overwhelmed, a revelation in every breath.
The weight of understanding too much to bear.
In the midst of this flood, you cry and cry and cry and cry.
Tears flowing, a river of emotion unbound.
Each drop a whisper of what once was hidden.
A torrent of truths newly found.
As the storm subsides, you stand in silence.
The epiphany a shadow, the tears a distant shore.
In this quiet aftermath, clarity...
Realizations, like lightning, strike the still morning air.
You stand overwhelmed, a revelation in every breath.
The weight of understanding too much to bear.
In the midst of this flood, you cry and cry and cry and cry.
Tears flowing, a river of emotion unbound.
Each drop a whisper of what once was hidden.
A torrent of truths newly found.
As the storm subsides, you stand in silence.
The epiphany a shadow, the tears a distant shore.
In this quiet aftermath, clarity...
#mirror
#music
#passion
#sadness
#spiritual
37 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Music