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.
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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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
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Frisson
#music
#sex
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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
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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
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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
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maestro
the moon gently descended
on the roof of the earth,
the stars glistened with glee
as the maestro
orchestrated the cosmic
symphony
and the stars sang in
synchronicity.
the moon followed
the notes
of the shooting stars
darting across the skies,
thus creating a
beautiful rhapsody
to which the sea danced
in rhythmic low and highs...
as if in trance,
bewitched by the moonlight,
the wind whispered love tunes...
as the music reached ...
on the roof of the earth,
the stars glistened with glee
as the maestro
orchestrated the cosmic
symphony
and the stars sang in
synchronicity.
the moon followed
the notes
of the shooting stars
darting across the skies,
thus creating a
beautiful rhapsody
to which the sea danced
in rhythmic low and highs...
as if in trance,
bewitched by the moonlight,
the wind whispered love tunes...
as the music reached ...
#love
#moon
#music
#sea
#stars
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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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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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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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Souvenir
And when that song comes on
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
#love
#minimalist
#music #vulnerability
#music #vulnerability
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Outcry
The children are speaking
The media's screening
There are voices being heard.
Now everyone's the audience and every thought is incredulous.
The spectical captivates the world.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you hear my pain.
Maturity and society are burning the same.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you heal their brains.
Outcried no one.
Oblivion an enemy we figure out our own way.
Some people believing
That what they're thinking
Is progress being made.
In some way I get that
In seriousness,...
The media's screening
There are voices being heard.
Now everyone's the audience and every thought is incredulous.
The spectical captivates the world.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you hear my pain.
Maturity and society are burning the same.
Hear me, hear me, hear me,
Oh won't you heal their brains.
Outcried no one.
Oblivion an enemy we figure out our own way.
Some people believing
That what they're thinking
Is progress being made.
In some way I get that
In seriousness,...
#culture
#MentalHealth
#music
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