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.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 8:31am
23rd Dec 2024 8:31am
Ode To Morrison
A black clad leather demon claiming to be the lizard king
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
Mr. Mojo Rising up on stage dancing in the summer rain
Doors are infinitely open to perception as he starts to sing
While young people bare witness to a world gone insane
Strange people are taking random drives in the moonlight
Ready to break on through waiting to reach the other side
A ceramic frog with a peace sign hanging over love street
While the city sleeps the truth is hidden in this soft parade
A simple ode to Morrison to reflect his influence on me
He taught me...
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
147 reads
20 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:38am
22nd Dec 2024 11:38am
what ever happened in Morrison hotel
no one thought up being
he who thinks he has
step forward....Jim Morrison
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a man leans against an arched pillar
wearing a loose half unbuttoned white shirt
his raven hair hangs like whispers
he says no eternal dawn will forgive us now
immortalising maidens while midnight feasts
archeological findings
Père Lachaise Cemetery
where a crowned confessor lived
and Napoleon himself once stated
that "Every citizen has...
he who thinks he has
step forward....Jim Morrison
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a man leans against an arched pillar
wearing a loose half unbuttoned white shirt
his raven hair hangs like whispers
he says no eternal dawn will forgive us now
immortalising maidens while midnight feasts
archeological findings
Père Lachaise Cemetery
where a crowned confessor lived
and Napoleon himself once stated
that "Every citizen has...
#admiration
#music
140 reads
6 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
21st Dec 2024 7:17pm
Why Cant A Man Be More Like A Woman? (This is the counter argument for a song)
I just had to leave
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
I’m sure he would not understand
That all his yammering On’s
It was getting out of hand
Men are too rational.
Here is what I say about that
Their head is full of bills, bosses
And the occasional sportsman at bat
They are good for
Accusation
Deliberations
Detestations
Criminalization
Infuriation
Quibbling
and
Nags
Why can’t a man be more like a woman? I can’t understand.
Women are like light.
That everyone can't help but stare.
More...
#masculinity
#music
#MyInspiration
204 reads
11 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:10am
20th Dec 2024 11:10am
Smile! You're In A Box!
Am I a joke to you?
I want to see you smile,
And moan for me.
Lisa Simpson on a sax.
Paid for and taken out back.
At the club tonight.
Haven't been in a while.
Stay with me,
So I can make you smile!
Stop the jokes and moan a little more.
Sex brings the facts,
The whore does the chores.
There's no free country,
Music is just a style.
The rhythm is you.
The riddle is the box.
"A prison for you and me."
Jack and Jill on the sax.
Let me hear you sing!
I'm a creep seeking...
I want to see you smile,
And moan for me.
Lisa Simpson on a sax.
Paid for and taken out back.
At the club tonight.
Haven't been in a while.
Stay with me,
So I can make you smile!
Stop the jokes and moan a little more.
Sex brings the facts,
The whore does the chores.
There's no free country,
Music is just a style.
The rhythm is you.
The riddle is the box.
"A prison for you and me."
Jack and Jill on the sax.
Let me hear you sing!
I'm a creep seeking...
#music
#TruthOfLife
117 reads
12 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:01am
20th Dec 2024 11:01am
~from a rustic singlet.. to ‘being’ maestro’s shrilly couplet
darkness
in. with the core paining pooling in
endless melancholy, eyes liquesce
as swollen big glassy rafflesia bloom
shreds out as stricken finesse threads
elusive.. only weaves back darkly black
to a melancholic bird of sunless curse
sings in solitude a cryptic cuckooing in
twilight tune in a deep digging churn
a truthful yearn
that conspires a divine duet
from your marrying in arrival
reverberates in high pitched
tempos..
...
in. with the core paining pooling in
endless melancholy, eyes liquesce
as swollen big glassy rafflesia bloom
shreds out as stricken finesse threads
elusive.. only weaves back darkly black
to a melancholic bird of sunless curse
sings in solitude a cryptic cuckooing in
twilight tune in a deep digging churn
a truthful yearn
that conspires a divine duet
from your marrying in arrival
reverberates in high pitched
tempos..
...
#love
#music
#StreamOfConsciousness
#sensual
#spiritual
110 reads
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:27am
12th Dec 2024 8:27am
Solace In Chicago
I got lost in the depths of Chicago tonight
Swaying to the horn sections sonic assault
Catching the beat with a melody so bright
Hearing this rhythm burning hot as asphalt
Smooth transition into another catchy hook
A walking bass line marches with the drums
Piano is simmering as vocals begin to cook
A blazing guitar solo where each note hums
Sometimes when this world gets out of hand
I find solace in music from some classic band
.. Tonight I found solace in Chicago
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
Swaying to the horn sections sonic assault
Catching the beat with a melody so bright
Hearing this rhythm burning hot as asphalt
Smooth transition into another catchy hook
A walking bass line marches with the drums
Piano is simmering as vocals begin to cook
A blazing guitar solo where each note hums
Sometimes when this world gets out of hand
I find solace in music from some classic band
.. Tonight I found solace in Chicago
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...
#music
177 reads
25 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 6:57pm
7th Dec 2024 6:57pm
Vomiting Up
Vomiting up
Swallowing down
Walking on this blue ball
Trying not to feel small
As I hear clamoring
On the horizon
Balance of nature
Wanting to nurture
Finding things that diminish me
Slings and arrows penetrate my soul
Funerals and petals
Processions and marching bands
Having to stand up not to stand down
Involved in the righteousness
Of snakes and serpents
Involved in the righteousness of false prophets
Spiritualized proselytized
They vomit it up
As...
Swallowing down
Walking on this blue ball
Trying not to feel small
As I hear clamoring
On the horizon
Balance of nature
Wanting to nurture
Finding things that diminish me
Slings and arrows penetrate my soul
Funerals and petals
Processions and marching bands
Having to stand up not to stand down
Involved in the righteousness
Of snakes and serpents
Involved in the righteousness of false prophets
Spiritualized proselytized
They vomit it up
As...
#anger
#apathy
#greed
#lyrics
#music
82 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
5th Dec 2024 1:56am
Broken Record
Sometimes the story doesn't end like a fairytale,
I guess that's how it really goes when you stick on a merry-go-round.
The melody of us is now a haunting sound.
Tell me, baby, how do I make it stop,
When the world spins like a broken record,
Your voice is the needle scratching my heart raw.
I had it all but I lost it loving you,
Wish I had known before I fell.
The fall was bad, but unrequited love hurts like hell.
All these thoughts play around in my head,
Like a broken record telling me what to feel.
If I could escape,...
I guess that's how it really goes when you stick on a merry-go-round.
The melody of us is now a haunting sound.
Tell me, baby, how do I make it stop,
When the world spins like a broken record,
Your voice is the needle scratching my heart raw.
I had it all but I lost it loving you,
Wish I had known before I fell.
The fall was bad, but unrequited love hurts like hell.
All these thoughts play around in my head,
Like a broken record telling me what to feel.
If I could escape,...
#hurt
#love
#lyrics
#music
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
0 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:00pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:00pm
Crescendos
allow me to wipe
off the dust love
slide my fingers
over your keys
play you softly
pour light into
your darkness
ease the black
revive the white
bring back to life
the sound of your
soul & heal your
years old scars
create a private
silent symphony
divine harmony
in delicate notes
& elegant tones
from the depths
of despair to the
peaks of pleasure
in a slow crescendo
until you moan in music
off the dust love
slide my fingers
over your keys
play you softly
pour light into
your darkness
ease the black
revive the white
bring back to life
the sound of your
soul & heal your
years old scars
create a private
silent symphony
divine harmony
in delicate notes
& elegant tones
from the depths
of despair to the
peaks of pleasure
in a slow crescendo
until you moan in music
#healing
#music
253 reads
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 1:35am
2nd Dec 2024 1:35am
This Song (It's for You)
You showed up in a dream last night
and you were not ok
You never said a word,
but tears were rolling down your face
I didn’t ask you questions,
just held you while you cried
And when I woke, the rain
was pouring down outside
I know that I can’t call you,
How random that would seem
We’re really not that kind of friends,
We only talk in memes.
I’m not the one you’d turn to
if things were going wrong,
But you’re the one who crashed my dream,
so I’m writing you this song.
...
and you were not ok
You never said a word,
but tears were rolling down your face
I didn’t ask you questions,
just held you while you cried
And when I woke, the rain
was pouring down outside
I know that I can’t call you,
How random that would seem
We’re really not that kind of friends,
We only talk in memes.
I’m not the one you’d turn to
if things were going wrong,
But you’re the one who crashed my dream,
so I’m writing you this song.
...
#friendship
#music
#relationships
#respect
#support
226 reads
19 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 9:33pm
28th Nov 2024 9:33pm
When Was The Last Time It Was The First Time
While looking at Darius Rucker spit that fucking shit
A fucking rocker masquerading as a country music culprit
But don't think that I'm hating on the motherfucker, shit he prove my point
That all music is connected from ancient drum beats to rock this funky joint
Any song can be repackaged along with new instruments, vocals, rearranged
Even rap as reggaeton can be fucked with right and then renamed
Just imagine what if rap and reggaeton were suddenly classified as classical
Grunge becoming country and visa versa now isn't that radical
...
A fucking rocker masquerading as a country music culprit
But don't think that I'm hating on the motherfucker, shit he prove my point
That all music is connected from ancient drum beats to rock this funky joint
Any song can be repackaged along with new instruments, vocals, rearranged
Even rap as reggaeton can be fucked with right and then renamed
Just imagine what if rap and reggaeton were suddenly classified as classical
Grunge becoming country and visa versa now isn't that radical
...
#dance
#LifeCycle
#music
164 reads
10 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
27th Nov 2024 5:21pm
La Promesa
Recuerdo la promesa que hiciste en junio.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
#love
#music
#sea
#wind
#girlfriend
92 reads
0 Comments
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