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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
NYC 1963
The studio on 4th Street was the place they needed to be
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
#city
#music
#nonfiction
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
87 reads
12 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:20pm
8th Jan 2025 5:20pm
Happy Birthday My Love, My King Of Rock And Roll
I can no longer hear the laughter in your voice
When you closed your eyes, can you feel my sorrow on the wind
Knowing I will not feel your breeze in my midst
From the womb to the cradle, you were a gift unto a mother to love
Bed of earth is now your everlasting solidarity
A storm brewed above
The trumpets played the last tune of your life
Did you dance in the grave as you basked in the awareness
Your name read from the Book of Life
Peace has finally chosen your fate ...
When you closed your eyes, can you feel my sorrow on the wind
Knowing I will not feel your breeze in my midst
From the womb to the cradle, you were a gift unto a mother to love
Bed of earth is now your everlasting solidarity
A storm brewed above
The trumpets played the last tune of your life
Did you dance in the grave as you basked in the awareness
Your name read from the Book of Life
Peace has finally chosen your fate ...
#Fanfiction
#music
#rebirth #water
#rebirth #water
183 reads
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:07pm
8th Jan 2025 1:07pm
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
40 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:11am
8th Jan 2025 5:11am
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
56 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
5th Jan 2025 11:00pm
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
66 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
5th Jan 2025 4:30am
Rothko, Pollock, Poetspeak …
Poetspeak
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
Obviously the best looking
Those other guys
Yeah, they carried it
Just like Jack Casady on bass
Bless its Pointed Little Head album
Google it
Listen
Back to Poetspeak
The original Box Head
What do I always say ?
Stay Tuned
#art
#identity
#music
#myself
#PopCulture
178 reads
48 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
Growiin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
#childhood
#dreams
#father
#mother
#music
62 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 5:41am
30th Dec 2024 5:41am
Steeped in Music
Attack the instrument
Like it’s your last breath
Get under the nails
Lift up the planks
Train steamroller
Across the tracks
Living your best life
Steeped in music
Me and PJJ approach
Give our ticket
Stamp on the back of the wrist
Says we can re-enter
Punk velvet on the stage
Thunders through our heart
As we descend
This chick is fucking hot
With an axe to spare
Iggy Popping in
Underground Arts
Vodka and orange juice
But it’s all ice ...
Like it’s your last breath
Get under the nails
Lift up the planks
Train steamroller
Across the tracks
Living your best life
Steeped in music
Me and PJJ approach
Give our ticket
Stamp on the back of the wrist
Says we can re-enter
Punk velvet on the stage
Thunders through our heart
As we descend
This chick is fucking hot
With an axe to spare
Iggy Popping in
Underground Arts
Vodka and orange juice
But it’s all ice ...
#inspirational
#lyrics
#music
57 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:07am
29th Dec 2024 5:07am
Feelin 17 Again
Feel 17 again
In my basement are
Some plastic weights
Wrapped in vinyl
Faking King Kong
Push it up just enough
Get an electric sunburst
And an Amp to spare
Impatient youth
Looks at the axe
With respect
Doesn’t bother to
Put in the time
Friend says how about a trade
Your sunburst for my ganja
Not a thought rattling round
Says you have a deal
Give up my dreams at 17
For Bob Marley
Turn back the clock
Let time stand still ...
In my basement are
Some plastic weights
Wrapped in vinyl
Faking King Kong
Push it up just enough
Get an electric sunburst
And an Amp to spare
Impatient youth
Looks at the axe
With respect
Doesn’t bother to
Put in the time
Friend says how about a trade
Your sunburst for my ganja
Not a thought rattling round
Says you have a deal
Give up my dreams at 17
For Bob Marley
Turn back the clock
Let time stand still ...
#bittersweet
#marijuana
#music
#regret
#teens
62 reads
0 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 12:25pm
24th Dec 2024 12:25pm
Ode to Heilung
prehistoric findings have indicated that proto Germanic
was an actual official language though not of words
Sound was a first language perhaps elementally reflection
shaping reshaping like stone mason hands each rock
o p e n i n g
hearth
heart
dearth
an open cairn where I see the musk moist
in garments beholding nearing night
I sit sink beguiled I listen, Earth o Earth
in foster waters
gestating narcoleptic
surrounded by balm
o p u s ...
was an actual official language though not of words
Sound was a first language perhaps elementally reflection
shaping reshaping like stone mason hands each rock
o p e n i n g
hearth
heart
dearth
an open cairn where I see the musk moist
in garments beholding nearing night
I sit sink beguiled I listen, Earth o Earth
in foster waters
gestating narcoleptic
surrounded by balm
o p u s ...
#admiration
#music
109 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 9:22pm
23rd Dec 2024 9:22pm
An Ode to GG Allin
Born as Jesus Christ Allin in 1956
Known for his wild antics, most people thought were sick
During the late 70's his interest grew with Punk Rock
Began releasing albums, stripping, showing off his cock
These performances gained him infamy
People flocked to see his bursts of violence & hostility
Self-mutilation, defecation, smearing shit on the audience & himself
Arrested 36 times, analyzed, they said he didn't need any help
Challenged complacency, pushing the boundaries, embracing disorder
Rebellious, earned a cult like following, albums...
Known for his wild antics, most people thought were sick
During the late 70's his interest grew with Punk Rock
Began releasing albums, stripping, showing off his cock
These performances gained him infamy
People flocked to see his bursts of violence & hostility
Self-mutilation, defecation, smearing shit on the audience & himself
Arrested 36 times, analyzed, they said he didn't need any help
Challenged complacency, pushing the boundaries, embracing disorder
Rebellious, earned a cult like following, albums...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#music
#PopCulture
#violence
141 reads
6 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 9:25am
23rd Dec 2024 9:25am
Ode to Nico
ein stimme bist du nicht
vielleicht ein frau
die durch
Das wald weint
zwichen meine traumen
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
a voice you are not
perhaps an equivalent
of a woman weeping
keening forests in
and between my dreams
through open voids awakenings escape
finding fossils from your throat
invoking all that lies imbedded
In your lap I lay
sing me your lullabies
show me there is
dignity
yond grief
in death
knowing ...
vielleicht ein frau
die durch
Das wald weint
zwichen meine traumen
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
a voice you are not
perhaps an equivalent
of a woman weeping
keening forests in
and between my dreams
through open voids awakenings escape
finding fossils from your throat
invoking all that lies imbedded
In your lap I lay
sing me your lullabies
show me there is
dignity
yond grief
in death
knowing ...
#admiration
#music
103 reads
6 Comments
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