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.
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
Lilliputian
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 4:58pm
9th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Ballerina in a Box
Tunes filled the room
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
Sailing through the air
In harmony with my every spin
My mind drifted with the clouds
Magenta glow shone upon my skin
As I hummed in ecstasy
Chasing the shadows away
Becoming one with music
Like a porcelain ballerina in a box
#emotions
#freedom
#music
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Ambjr
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
I’m a loser baby
I liked myself better
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
#addiction
#depression
#disappointment #music
#disappointment #music
137 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:23pm
7th Feb 2025 4:23pm
~fluoresce reds, of a bloodied rose.. am I & you
the peaking platonic tactic
of you, drunk in an egoistic
hue of a synthetic fairyland
..in luring mirages.. a lying
oasis of striking candied pinks
splattered outta tiny cochineals
& in electric piercing geometric
rays of coppery sulphate blues..
doesn’t even shake a pint
of this an ancient Himalayan
risen plate in a terrific tectonic
& never ever try to drive in
even a sterile shallowly pinch
of an aching pain.. waiting
to be endlessly bled out
in dripping reds of this ...
of you, drunk in an egoistic
hue of a synthetic fairyland
..in luring mirages.. a lying
oasis of striking candied pinks
splattered outta tiny cochineals
& in electric piercing geometric
rays of coppery sulphate blues..
doesn’t even shake a pint
of this an ancient Himalayan
risen plate in a terrific tectonic
& never ever try to drive in
even a sterile shallowly pinch
of an aching pain.. waiting
to be endlessly bled out
in dripping reds of this ...
#love
#minimalist
#music
#rose
#ValentinesDay
101 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
simplesmente mata-me de amor
read the title
forget the subtitles
forget the subtitles
#love
#murder
#music
#patience
#silence
68 reads
6 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
113 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
6th Feb 2025 4:28pm
Cigarette Redux
Your cigarette
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
Smelled like the late 1970's
Camel unfiltered
At the bar at the beachfront
A certain kind of haze
My eyes fell on you
Talking Heads on the jukebox
Life During Wartime played
Sweat, glaze, punk freedom
Defiance and glory
Our late youth unfolding
Into something nevermore
#memories
#music
#PopCulture
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
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19 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:01pm
5th Feb 2025 8:01pm
symphony of want
broken chords run thru my veins
skin electric with violent need
my body knows thirst
knows hunger
my hands know how to make music
how to make bodies tremble
relentless
precise
I fuck like I play
at a primal frequency
dominatin the rhythm
breakin boundaries til they shatter
each stroke a crescendo
buildin toward collapse
skin electric with violent need
my body knows thirst
knows hunger
my hands know how to make music
how to make bodies tremble
relentless
precise
I fuck like I play
at a primal frequency
dominatin the rhythm
breakin boundaries til they shatter
each stroke a crescendo
buildin toward collapse
#lust
#music
#passion #sex
#passion #sex
186 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:03pm
3rd Feb 2025 3:03pm
Lady Godiva Composed
On the radio
this morning
They spoke of
a composer
Who'd composed.
a piece of work
For a tenor
"Blimey!"
thought i
"They should of
come to me
I would of done it
for a fiver!"
(feeling composed....)
by Jemia
this morning
They spoke of
a composer
Who'd composed.
a piece of work
For a tenor
"Blimey!"
thought i
"They should of
come to me
I would of done it
for a fiver!"
(feeling composed....)
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#music #PowerOfWords
#music #PowerOfWords
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 11:46am
1st Feb 2025 11:46am
Pretentious People Suck!
I met this guy through friends
I decided to have them over my house a few days ago
He told me he was a philosopher
He said he was trained in school to be one
I asked him: trained like a circus clown or a soldier?
He didn't like that much
I decided to put a CD on
He asked me what CD it was
I told him it was a Motorhead album
Their 1982 album "Iron Fist"
He asked who that was
I told him Lemmy, the vocalist was a philosopher from England
He didn't like that line, or the music or his voice
He walked out of the...
I decided to have them over my house a few days ago
He told me he was a philosopher
He said he was trained in school to be one
I asked him: trained like a circus clown or a soldier?
He didn't like that much
I decided to put a CD on
He asked me what CD it was
I told him it was a Motorhead album
Their 1982 album "Iron Fist"
He asked who that was
I told him Lemmy, the vocalist was a philosopher from England
He didn't like that line, or the music or his voice
He walked out of the...
#anger
#music
#philosophical
112 reads
19 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 10:47am
31st Jan 2025 10:47am
The Life Of A Rockstar
Love call for Rockstars:
Define
Confine
Enshrine
Then:
Dethrone
Disown
Bemoan
After ten years:
Exhume
Resume
Consume
Baby, you're gonna be ok.
Define
Confine
Enshrine
Then:
Dethrone
Disown
Bemoan
After ten years:
Exhume
Resume
Consume
Baby, you're gonna be ok.
#deception
#manipulation
#minimalist
#music
#PopCulture
113 reads
16 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 3)
In a clash of wrath that disobeyed
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
#dreams
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
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