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.
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 8:25pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:25pm
Tune
The music in tune
I like the beat
There is nobody here
But I got them in the corner of my mind
Girls smoking cigarettes
Kissing on the cheeks
As I see
And see
How they tune in
Move their arms and legs.
I like the beat
There is nobody here
But I got them in the corner of my mind
Girls smoking cigarettes
Kissing on the cheeks
As I see
And see
How they tune in
Move their arms and legs.
#music
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 1:34pm
2nd Oct 2024 1:34pm
Poetry Before Beat
Poetry before beat
Two things like Peanut butter n Jelly
Words so soulful
Rhythm and paper
Who do you want to be
Seems so simple
Rock star or at a Slam session
Banging on bongos
Or delivering a sermon
Butterfly on the surface
Of a train of rhythm
Dancing above
Below the deep wave
Downpicking like Hetfield
Spittin like Dylan
Spit the lyric
Lay down line
Poetry in commotion
Can’t find the beat
Coffee in the morning
Read the news
Thoughts forming ...
Two things like Peanut butter n Jelly
Words so soulful
Rhythm and paper
Who do you want to be
Seems so simple
Rock star or at a Slam session
Banging on bongos
Or delivering a sermon
Butterfly on the surface
Of a train of rhythm
Dancing above
Below the deep wave
Downpicking like Hetfield
Spittin like Dylan
Spit the lyric
Lay down line
Poetry in commotion
Can’t find the beat
Coffee in the morning
Read the news
Thoughts forming ...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#emotional #music
#emotional #music
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cabcool
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 6:24pm
30th Sep 2024 6:24pm
saXxy
Every time I play my saxophone, I rediscover
a part of myself.”—Grover Washington, Jr
him used to blow di blouse an skirt off girls
who come dung in dem fancy suits an curls
fi listen him play thorny saxophone
an then beg fi go home wid him alone.
di blinkin light dem spook di discotheque,
casting grim shadows pon di upper deck
paintin gyratin hips wid...
a part of myself.”—Grover Washington, Jr
him used to blow di blouse an skirt off girls
who come dung in dem fancy suits an curls
fi listen him play thorny saxophone
an then beg fi go home wid him alone.
di blinkin light dem spook di discotheque,
casting grim shadows pon di upper deck
paintin gyratin hips wid...
#dance
#music
#night
#obsession
#PopCulture
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oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
Who(are you)
From my generation
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
#mirror
#music
#rebellion
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cabcool
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
mr guitar man
Notes and chords have become my second language and,
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
#emotional
#emotions
#guitars
#music
#strength
72 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 1:56pm
26th Sep 2024 1:56pm
Fishermen
In the waves of the sea, a secret kept,
accept, from the sea, its surly murmur
and on moonlit nights, an enchanted dream.
The wind whispers stories of the past
and the stars shine in a starry sky.
Accept, from the sea, its surly murmur.
On the distant horizon, an unanchored boat
navigate in silence, destiny set
in the lonely sailor, heavy heart.
Accept, from the sea, its surly murmur.
In the walls, mysteries hanged
and the sirens sing a sacred song.
The headlight illuminates the desired path ...
accept, from the sea, its surly murmur
and on moonlit nights, an enchanted dream.
The wind whispers stories of the past
and the stars shine in a starry sky.
Accept, from the sea, its surly murmur.
On the distant horizon, an unanchored boat
navigate in silence, destiny set
in the lonely sailor, heavy heart.
Accept, from the sea, its surly murmur.
In the walls, mysteries hanged
and the sirens sing a sacred song.
The headlight illuminates the desired path ...
#art
#earth
#fire
#music
#water
80 reads
8 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 8:44pm
24th Sep 2024 8:44pm
Love
I had to look in the bushes
To find those droplets of love
Extraordinary
Aesthetic
As it was
The city was separated
Everything was floating on hatred
Immense people
I saw them unable to walk on each others shoes.
To find those droplets of love
Extraordinary
Aesthetic
As it was
The city was separated
Everything was floating on hatred
Immense people
I saw them unable to walk on each others shoes.
#music
59 reads
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 6:57pm
24th Sep 2024 6:57pm
Piano (Cauldron Kill Series)
Crafted by a dead god of music long ago gone
His dark masterpiece of perfection perverted the beauty of any played song,
“The piano’s magical frame radiates a sinister glow all its own
That animates what’s played into something which is devilry wrong,
“Musical transparent notes glides once a year across the sky
On a mission to enslave one to perfect performance and afterwards die,
“Throughout the land it searches for one with pianist skill
Strong in their craft but severely weak of will,
“That would abandon family,...
His dark masterpiece of perfection perverted the beauty of any played song,
“The piano’s magical frame radiates a sinister glow all its own
That animates what’s played into something which is devilry wrong,
“Musical transparent notes glides once a year across the sky
On a mission to enslave one to perfect performance and afterwards die,
“Throughout the land it searches for one with pianist skill
Strong in their craft but severely weak of will,
“That would abandon family,...
#dark
#music
150 reads
4 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 9:04pm
23rd Sep 2024 9:04pm
Songs / Poems
Are my songs showing up in anybodies UPDATES list? I am wondering because I don't see any activity. Or do the song versions of my poems just suck?
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JJ
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JJ
#lyrics
#music
#WritingPoetry
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 10:59am
21st Sep 2024 10:59am
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation
Hence, the Mighty Ainur gathered.
The hierarchy building the forms.
What was the idea of their Father?
They were silent, gathered, uniform.
Hearts trembling with divine inspiration,
expectations without rushed shapes,
they knew no disappointing divination,
just the Aumic sound, God's pace.
Eru Iluvatar, an authority to listen,
knew their hearts and their fate,
yet choices and willpower's decision
shape the scenarios that nucleate.
He raised his two arms to the sky,
shaping the arc of the rainbow,
and the...
The hierarchy building the forms.
What was the idea of their Father?
They were silent, gathered, uniform.
Hearts trembling with divine inspiration,
expectations without rushed shapes,
they knew no disappointing divination,
just the Aumic sound, God's pace.
Eru Iluvatar, an authority to listen,
knew their hearts and their fate,
yet choices and willpower's decision
shape the scenarios that nucleate.
He raised his two arms to the sky,
shaping the arc of the rainbow,
and the...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
#universe
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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 8:03pm
16th Sep 2024 8:03pm
Unsung Headbanger
It’s crazy, I said I’d never go to things like this
Yet honestly my opinion has changed to sudden bliss
The music was far from my taste
But perhaps I made the mistake
Of bashing the genre
When there’s more to the mantra
It’s far from just anger
There’s a yell for love
And about their lives
How they survived
The jumping up and down
The screaming out in joy
Lovely night
A gin and tonic
I was out of my comfort
A long ways away from my smooth sunshine music
By the second song I had become
The unsung ...
Yet honestly my opinion has changed to sudden bliss
The music was far from my taste
But perhaps I made the mistake
Of bashing the genre
When there’s more to the mantra
It’s far from just anger
There’s a yell for love
And about their lives
How they survived
The jumping up and down
The screaming out in joy
Lovely night
A gin and tonic
I was out of my comfort
A long ways away from my smooth sunshine music
By the second song I had become
The unsung ...
#inspirational
#music
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