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.
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
34 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
3rd Mar 2025 2:12am
Winter Sun
#beauty
#hope
#music
#trees
#winter
58 reads
3 Comments
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 7:49pm
1st Mar 2025 7:49pm
All In
Hey, where you drivin’. What’s your plan.
Will you circle round again, try an understand.
Catch a toxic glimpse, a decent chew on fear.
When all the while the maniac’s in rear view mirror.
Yeah, now you see it, ‘first chance,’ and time is up.
So, what yawl binge thinkin’,
fill yer vein-junk cup?
Yeah,
you’re freakin’ tweekin’ now,
you’re all in what to do.
It’s the ‘law, drugs, and money,’
ease on back and think this through.
‘And through!’
You owe, whoa, owe, bad blood
who live to feud,
for...
Will you circle round again, try an understand.
Catch a toxic glimpse, a decent chew on fear.
When all the while the maniac’s in rear view mirror.
Yeah, now you see it, ‘first chance,’ and time is up.
So, what yawl binge thinkin’,
fill yer vein-junk cup?
Yeah,
you’re freakin’ tweekin’ now,
you’re all in what to do.
It’s the ‘law, drugs, and money,’
ease on back and think this through.
‘And through!’
You owe, whoa, owe, bad blood
who live to feud,
for...
#addiction
#drugs
#grief
#heroin
#music
55 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 1:03am
26th Feb 2025 1:03am
Progressive Rock Scene In France
During the mid to late 1960's the world was changing. The younger generation was fed up & angry with the government and the Vietnam War. In the US & UK numerous psychedelic rock bands began to emerge. This hippie movement was gaining momentum and spreading their message with music. Bands like the Jefferson Airplane, The Grateful Dead, The Vanilla Fudge, King Crimson, Donovan, Cream, The Soft Machine, Pink Floyd, and countless others began touring at home and abroad. Many of these acts began performing in smaller venues in Holland, Germany, Italy and France.
Similar to the...
Similar to the...
#music
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
68 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:58pm
Teenage Love
Love is flawed
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
Hate is pure
Real to me at least
I burn and destroy pop song lies in my room at night
People really listen to this shit?
Laughing uncontrollably on how weak and lame this crap really is
Thinking of poor, sad little boys and desperate, tragic little girls
Their cry eyed faces
Hard dick blueball realities
Soft-hungry pussies craving love
Their painful pathetic minds
Maybe they should collaborate and write love songs to the fucking moon
#love
#music
#PopCulture
#teens
#tragedy
80 reads
10 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 8:09am
20th Feb 2025 8:09am
Punk post, post punk
when moth dances to taunting flames
garlands draped above this circle
structure carved from an A
slightly runic
rite!
right
reap rights
kite rights
string them
as vocal chords
nah we aint gonna sing
were done with blushing labels
were not gonna lullaby you
as cryptic as reconstruction
an imploding armour we imply
spike up that waving hair
boost your boot
get ready for some
reproduction
spittle spittle
brittle eager one
here is what you can do ...
garlands draped above this circle
structure carved from an A
slightly runic
rite!
right
reap rights
kite rights
string them
as vocal chords
nah we aint gonna sing
were done with blushing labels
were not gonna lullaby you
as cryptic as reconstruction
an imploding armour we imply
spike up that waving hair
boost your boot
get ready for some
reproduction
spittle spittle
brittle eager one
here is what you can do ...
#music
81 reads
7 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 4:30am
19th Feb 2025 4:30am
You Know What You Done
Verse 1)
The doctor gave me bad news, Lord, my time ain’t long.
But I stood tall in the shadow, tried to stay strong.
When I needed you the most, girl, you turned and ran.
Left me fightin' this demon with my bare hands.
(Chorus)
You know what you done, and it won’t wash clean.
A soul like yours, girl, it’s downright mean.
Left a dying man to battle alone,
May the devil take you down to his throne.
(Verse 2)
We had love like fire, so I thought it seemed.
But fire burns cold when the truth intervenes.
You packed your...
The doctor gave me bad news, Lord, my time ain’t long.
But I stood tall in the shadow, tried to stay strong.
When I needed you the most, girl, you turned and ran.
Left me fightin' this demon with my bare hands.
(Chorus)
You know what you done, and it won’t wash clean.
A soul like yours, girl, it’s downright mean.
Left a dying man to battle alone,
May the devil take you down to his throne.
(Verse 2)
We had love like fire, so I thought it seemed.
But fire burns cold when the truth intervenes.
You packed your...
#honesty
#lyrics
#music #TruthOfLife
#music #TruthOfLife
116 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:17pm
15th Feb 2025 11:17pm
music junkie #2
I don't share my music playlist
with many people
I don't even share it
with my partner
He likes more upbeat music
and our definitions
of what is upbeat
are very different
(and according to him
I'm doing it wrong)
so I save my dreamy
melancholy tunes
and angsty metal ballads
for people who get my vibe
Because music is my love language
and the more something makes me feel
the harder it is to share with anyone
outside my chosen few
who gets just as high as I do
off...
with many people
I don't even share it
with my partner
He likes more upbeat music
and our definitions
of what is upbeat
are very different
(and according to him
I'm doing it wrong)
so I save my dreamy
melancholy tunes
and angsty metal ballads
for people who get my vibe
Because music is my love language
and the more something makes me feel
the harder it is to share with anyone
outside my chosen few
who gets just as high as I do
off...
#addiction
#hope
#love #music
#love #music
75 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 12:02pm
14th Feb 2025 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
92 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:36pm
12th Feb 2025 3:36pm
the space before surrender
the keys beneath my fingers lie cold
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
#depression
#music
91 reads
4 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 12:08pm
11th Feb 2025 12:08pm
I wish I were a song
I am the unplayed notes
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
#addiction
#depression
#music
107 reads
7 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 6:37pm
10th Feb 2025 6:37pm
~”like-a-like-a-your-Laila”
beep beep beep beep beep .. jazzy shrills
as tiny piano mynas in series of chirpiness
tear tear tear tear tear . . in the bassy broad
a jarring~ jamming stitch of timelapse shots
rises high pitched mystic Sufi like a western
Hippie- ARRahman in a silky topnotched hike
overspeeding trains’ a nowhere pencilled line
but your zigzagging bike a never ending crazy ride
buzzing over the busy beach footballers to joggers
and bunch of...
as tiny piano mynas in series of chirpiness
tear tear tear tear tear . . in the bassy broad
a jarring~ jamming stitch of timelapse shots
rises high pitched mystic Sufi like a western
Hippie- ARRahman in a silky topnotched hike
overspeeding trains’ a nowhere pencilled line
but your zigzagging bike a never ending crazy ride
buzzing over the busy beach footballers to joggers
and bunch of...
#FallingInLove
#love
#lover
#music
#ValentinesDay
151 reads
4 Comments
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