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.
Metal head until I’m dead
This soul has become demonized
So allow me to externalize
But do not try to rationalize or exorcise
Your eyes will bleed with the blade of one thousand jagged hand written lines
Two became one upon this night of lunacy
Delirious and rabid I don’t need the moon to be
When I attack me
I don’t need eyes to see
Just a pen to release what’s been trapped, buried within me
With the coming of the falling sun
The crowds bow
Knee deep in their own ruin
Await the tempo bring the dead to life
Rhythmic slaughter to their ears...
So allow me to externalize
But do not try to rationalize or exorcise
Your eyes will bleed with the blade of one thousand jagged hand written lines
Two became one upon this night of lunacy
Delirious and rabid I don’t need the moon to be
When I attack me
I don’t need eyes to see
Just a pen to release what’s been trapped, buried within me
With the coming of the falling sun
The crowds bow
Knee deep in their own ruin
Await the tempo bring the dead to life
Rhythmic slaughter to their ears...
#inspirational
#music
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Luce the series~Blink
sixty-nine was so long ago...
my reentry, release date
it is as a second, in the mortal world
when time in, eons have passed
strawberry fields and imagine
doorways of perception...opened then closed
I was born here, as a mortal that year
as an archer, astrology says
waiting for my release date into the Earth
while in another realm, too early, too late
I debated and waited
should I give you my precise location?
revealing my visions has cost us before
imprisoned so long as to hallucinate
...
my reentry, release date
it is as a second, in the mortal world
when time in, eons have passed
strawberry fields and imagine
doorways of perception...opened then closed
I was born here, as a mortal that year
as an archer, astrology says
waiting for my release date into the Earth
while in another realm, too early, too late
I debated and waited
should I give you my precise location?
revealing my visions has cost us before
imprisoned so long as to hallucinate
...
#love
#music
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That was my number
The story goes without saying
Absolutely Sweet Marie
To live outside the law you must be honest
Blonde on Blonde
Mr. Bob Dylan
Some say you’re dating yourself
I never let me down
The story goes without saying
Absolutely Sweet Marie
To live outside the law you must be honest
Blonde on Blonde
Mr. Bob Dylan
Some say you’re dating yourself
I never let me down
#music
#lyrics
#TruthOfLife
#art
#philosophical
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head ache, concert hall
the tones that would normally wash over and clean,
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
cannot cleanse,
the toxins that are with me today,
every operatic reach and musical swell,
sends sharp pains into my head.
I still can enjoy the music
#music
#hurt
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Brixton Snow
1992, Brixton Prison, a golden dreadlock Snowy, plays his position, cooling in his cell and watching some television.
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
#city
#music
#prison
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3 Birds
In the silence of the night,
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
when the moon rises,
the sounds of the forest come to life,
And the winged creatures awaken,
each with its own unique melody.
The hoot of owl, wise and lonely,
call that echoes through the tall trees,
song of mystery and contemplation
that invites you to explore the unknown.
The macaw, with its vibrant feathers,
shouts to the sky in an explosion of colors.
Voice that resonates like a ray of sunlight,
happy and exuberant, like a carnival.
And the potoo, the ghost of the night, ...
#beauty
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#music
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No compositions by Vivaldi
I was born in the twilight of centuries,
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
when the sun, tired from its journey,
sinks into the golden horizon
and the moon emerges shy and silvery.
O nature, wise and ancient,
you owe me the sighs of the trees,
and the murmur of the dancing brook.
The scents of wild flowers.
You owe me the whisper of the wind
that caresses the leaves and hair.
And the embrace of the ground, firm and welcoming,
that supports my uncertain steps.
You owe me the birdsong,
echoing valleys and mountains
and the silence of the...
#summer
#winter
#fall
#spring
#music
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String Instruments
What's the point of so many rhythmic lines?...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
Row, rhyme and rum
They are just waves in the same sea.
Seagull murmurs
like someone singing a fado or two
or it will come to sing much later.
Arrange drawers, sticks and prints
from left to right in an order
almost alphabetical.
Unhinged fairies blessing the sound
of a lute, a guitar and a banjo.
Without wings, without bones, like angels!
Pain descriptive nonconformities
that passes through the brain shamelessly
Bloodlust of a dark predator.
...
#music
#rhyming
#lyrics
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Esalen
I remember a big room
some central lodge perhaps
empty
a song playing loudly
and not just any song
a song of exquisite joy
Tom Petty's
American Girl
Barely thinking
I step into the song
and I dance
I dance with my long blonde hair flying
l dance like a dervish from a veiled lifetime
I dance with abandon because I'm 22 and want to kill myself
and who cares if I'm foolish
if I don't have to remember it
I dance because I worship music
I dance because I'm a prayer in motion
I dance because...
some central lodge perhaps
empty
a song playing loudly
and not just any song
a song of exquisite joy
Tom Petty's
American Girl
Barely thinking
I step into the song
and I dance
I dance with my long blonde hair flying
l dance like a dervish from a veiled lifetime
I dance with abandon because I'm 22 and want to kill myself
and who cares if I'm foolish
if I don't have to remember it
I dance because I worship music
I dance because I'm a prayer in motion
I dance because...
#music
#magic
#dance
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A Response to Roy Orbison
I was so unused to sound
evoking such a strong,
emotive pallor that
on weeping through the strains
of “She’s a Mystery to Me”,
I thought forgotten trauma
was now coming out,
but no,
the ripping of my soul,
the splitting of my personality,
the dull machete through my heart
was just his rich and supple voice,
the clear enunciation of each word
and simile, a masculine build
but ripe with loving art.
evoking such a strong,
emotive pallor that
on weeping through the strains
of “She’s a Mystery to Me”,
I thought forgotten trauma
was now coming out,
but no,
the ripping of my soul,
the splitting of my personality,
the dull machete through my heart
was just his rich and supple voice,
the clear enunciation of each word
and simile, a masculine build
but ripe with loving art.
#music
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Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
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Ambassador for World Peace
If Lennon was here,
Would he still delegate peace?
Our world's in danger
Would he still delegate peace?
Our world's in danger
#earth
#peace
#haiku #music
#haiku #music
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