Least Read Poems About Music
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FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
11th Feb 2021 10:38pm
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
10 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Apr 2022 8:11am
12th Apr 2022 8:11am
Discordant
Straddle the line between discord
and rhyme" ~ Duran Duran
Sometimes I do prefer
a little jarring cacophony
over an orderly symphony
jangle up all the cords
Mixing up the words
letting them just spill
while I get my fill
of some poetic dissonance
Feeling the resonance
that it now creates
as the prose hesitates
to raise its voice
Allow this creative choice
to rule the stark night
fully ink up the write
so that I may again engage
Wrestle verse to the page
setting...
and rhyme" ~ Duran Duran
Sometimes I do prefer
a little jarring cacophony
over an orderly symphony
jangle up all the cords
Mixing up the words
letting them just spill
while I get my fill
of some poetic dissonance
Feeling the resonance
that it now creates
as the prose hesitates
to raise its voice
Allow this creative choice
to rule the stark night
fully ink up the write
so that I may again engage
Wrestle verse to the page
setting...
#music
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
11 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 6:06pm
3rd Jun 2023 6:06pm
Native Flute
It is a haunting sound
making all sacred ground
weep the tears of loss
reap the smiles we emboss
For I have always been here
tasted my own tear
shed for those who bled
for more than themselves
These tears and blood
come like the flood
that ushers in the maize
washes away the cloudy haze
While I recall the flowing grass
how the seasons still do pass
with their own hidden voracity
steep in its deep sagacity
Showing all their prosody
each accompanies this longing melody
with its...
making all sacred ground
weep the tears of loss
reap the smiles we emboss
For I have always been here
tasted my own tear
shed for those who bled
for more than themselves
These tears and blood
come like the flood
that ushers in the maize
washes away the cloudy haze
While I recall the flowing grass
how the seasons still do pass
with their own hidden voracity
steep in its deep sagacity
Showing all their prosody
each accompanies this longing melody
with its...
#music
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
17 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
8th Oct 2020 6:49pm
8th Oct 2020 6:49pm
Bluing
So much blue
trying to break thru
escape the dry palette
escape a sullen rainbow
Trying to let us know
about the meaning
of things
like those with wings
Or perhaps a note
to pluck today
in our own particular way
in a symphony for none
For spilt paint
can make you faint
if you cannot see
the artistic complexity
Like some random Pollock
meant to now frolic
on the bitter grey canvas
of the graffitied street
trying to break thru
escape the dry palette
escape a sullen rainbow
Trying to let us know
about the meaning
of things
like those with wings
Or perhaps a note
to pluck today
in our own particular way
in a symphony for none
For spilt paint
can make you faint
if you cannot see
the artistic complexity
Like some random Pollock
meant to now frolic
on the bitter grey canvas
of the graffitied street
#birds
#music
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
20 reads
11 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
27th May 2023 8:08pm
27th May 2023 8:08pm
Bejazzled
The headphones fit just right
while the music is ever tight
with a little bit of smooth jazz
meant again to Pizzazz
this chilled hot summer night
No need for a single word
when this ensemble is heard
where free improvisation
is more than just a celebration
for all of these blues now cured
Escaping all this reason and rhyme
while I remain here frozen in time
riding every syncopated beat
as I keep tapping my feet
in subtle rhythm with the sublime
For I am no longer frazzled
sitting here beyond...
while the music is ever tight
with a little bit of smooth jazz
meant again to Pizzazz
this chilled hot summer night
No need for a single word
when this ensemble is heard
where free improvisation
is more than just a celebration
for all of these blues now cured
Escaping all this reason and rhyme
while I remain here frozen in time
riding every syncopated beat
as I keep tapping my feet
in subtle rhythm with the sublime
For I am no longer frazzled
sitting here beyond...
#music
20 reads
12 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 7:46pm
3rd Oct 2022 7:46pm
Jazzed Up
Like some free verse poetry
winding where it will
a wild meandering spill
of my ink
making such a mess
while I blush then confess
I prefer my inklings wet
satisfying myself
along with the damp page
using my imagination
for a little poetic improvisation
as I again dip... just the tip
winding where it will
a wild meandering spill
of my ink
making such a mess
while I blush then confess
I prefer my inklings wet
satisfying myself
along with the damp page
using my imagination
for a little poetic improvisation
as I again dip... just the tip
#music
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
23 reads
5 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 10:05am
3rd Apr 2025 10:05am
Playing The Piano
The piano's keys made a noise.
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
#dance
#happiness
#hope
#music
#uplifting
24 reads
0 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 7:49am
7th Dec 2020 7:49am
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
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 9:58pm
24th Aug 2017 9:58pm
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
26 reads
6 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
14th Oct 2017 1:40am
14th Oct 2017 1:40am
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
7 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
13th May 2024 4:07pm
13th May 2024 4:07pm
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
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 9:22am
11th Apr 2025 9:22am
A Vision of Metal
Long long ago before I became a SCATTERBRAIN watching EVIL DEAD movies repeatedly, I was ACCUSED of VIOLENCE on HALLOWS EVE. The DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECILES (D.R.I.) who always needed an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT lived near the WATCHTOWER. They agreed with my METHOD OF DESTRUCTION (M.O.D.). We were SICK OF IT ALL, POSSESSED in bringing this faction down to their knees. A CORROSION OF CONFORMITY was happening in our towns and on our streets. If any DEFIANCE came their way, you were FORBIDDEN to enter their SACRED REICH. There needed to be LETHAL AGGRESSION. A FORCED ENTRY into their METAL CHURCH. We knew...
#dystopian
#music
#peace
#scifi
#war
37 reads
6 Comments
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