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.
Mining Me
Mining Me
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#music #MyInspiration
#music #MyInspiration
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Final Four for my Soul
Ball n tunes vs smoke n alcohol (Final Four for my soul)
Epic battle like Tyson vs Ali
Goliath and David
In the garden
Who wins will decide my soul
Rooting for bball but alcohol calls me
Back in to swim and lose myself
Find my way to the surface
Hearing tunes of dolphins
Smell skunk on the horizon
Sink into oblivion
Clear brain can’t find a word
To put together
Spirit’s figure it out
Playin leather and pulling strings
Are things of Buddha beings
...
Epic battle like Tyson vs Ali
Goliath and David
In the garden
Who wins will decide my soul
Rooting for bball but alcohol calls me
Back in to swim and lose myself
Find my way to the surface
Hearing tunes of dolphins
Smell skunk on the horizon
Sink into oblivion
Clear brain can’t find a word
To put together
Spirit’s figure it out
Playin leather and pulling strings
Are things of Buddha beings
...
#lyrics
#marijuana
#music #sports
#music #sports
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I Wanna Be A…
I Wanna Be A…
So I’m just a rock star
Trying to get on the stage
Thunder from under the auditorium
Broken string that I play
I’m just getting started don’t tempt me
Sit in the audience and listen
Feel like I can be one of them
I can be almost as good as them
Good enough for me and then some
I can slay a dragon if you let me
I can be your demon if that’s what you want me to be
I can be a friar serving penance for the congregation
All I want to be is a rock star
I know this will not...
So I’m just a rock star
Trying to get on the stage
Thunder from under the auditorium
Broken string that I play
I’m just getting started don’t tempt me
Sit in the audience and listen
Feel like I can be one of them
I can be almost as good as them
Good enough for me and then some
I can slay a dragon if you let me
I can be your demon if that’s what you want me to be
I can be a friar serving penance for the congregation
All I want to be is a rock star
I know this will not...
#culture
#identity
#music
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Dragon Train
Dragon Train
Ride the dragon train
Till he tosses you off
Hit a bump thought it was a hiccup
Breathing fire through my veins
Try and put a collar on this dragon
Cinch it tight maybe some boulders will hold me down
Hear a rumble in the distance
Four Horsemen thundering down
Get closer and it’s clearer
Bass drum and guitar
The life of my love
Thought I wouldn’t fit in
But I can’t deny my true passion
An assassin on the court
Love tickling the twine
But my true sport is...
Ride the dragon train
Till he tosses you off
Hit a bump thought it was a hiccup
Breathing fire through my veins
Try and put a collar on this dragon
Cinch it tight maybe some boulders will hold me down
Hear a rumble in the distance
Four Horsemen thundering down
Get closer and it’s clearer
Bass drum and guitar
The life of my love
Thought I wouldn’t fit in
But I can’t deny my true passion
An assassin on the court
Love tickling the twine
But my true sport is...
#lyrics
#music
#myself
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Meditation on Disorder
Fourteen in 1970,
reared in the blackstuff and the piss,
and gone before the concrete gave
to bad fashions and closed coal pits.
You feel as though a prophet out of time
has raised his head to talk not Godly things,
but sanctified despair, disorder beautiful, a bird that sings
of coffins and of crime.
About you films and plays and shows have been made,
I'd like it if you stayed
in only those disordered sounds
that so clearly evoke
a car that hurtles down the M1 late at night,
a walk home through the darkness rent ...
reared in the blackstuff and the piss,
and gone before the concrete gave
to bad fashions and closed coal pits.
You feel as though a prophet out of time
has raised his head to talk not Godly things,
but sanctified despair, disorder beautiful, a bird that sings
of coffins and of crime.
About you films and plays and shows have been made,
I'd like it if you stayed
in only those disordered sounds
that so clearly evoke
a car that hurtles down the M1 late at night,
a walk home through the darkness rent ...
#dark
#depression
#love #music
#love #music
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Backstage (Van Halen)
Welcome Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. The year was 1996, September 4th to be precise. I’m watching the MTV awards show for some reason, I’ve never been huge into watching the award’s ceremony. Not even for live performances, mainly because the sound was never great on those shows. In my opinion that is.
Dennis Miller, the comedian, was the host that night. He was ready to announce the next presenter, and I was floored when he uttered the name, Van Halen. “Runnin’ With The Devil” is cued up and I’m waiting for the big reveal. Waiting for the curtain to be pulled back so...
Dennis Miller, the comedian, was the host that night. He was ready to announce the next presenter, and I was floored when he uttered the name, Van Halen. “Runnin’ With The Devil” is cued up and I’m waiting for the big reveal. Waiting for the curtain to be pulled back so...
#music
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I Quit the P.O.
I quit the P.O.
I QUIT the Post Office near me
To stand on a stage in a seedy corner of town not far from here
The P.O. paid my bills gave me (almost) middle class
Kept a roof over and paid all the bills
Even had enough to spend on the kids
What was I thinking I can’t pay for schooling
Playing in a dive bar
I quit the P O to pursue my dreams
Wake up look around at the damage I’ve done
Hope to wake up drunk on a rock star yacht
Forget about the damage I’ve done
The kids have the best...
I QUIT the Post Office near me
To stand on a stage in a seedy corner of town not far from here
The P.O. paid my bills gave me (almost) middle class
Kept a roof over and paid all the bills
Even had enough to spend on the kids
What was I thinking I can’t pay for schooling
Playing in a dive bar
I quit the P O to pursue my dreams
Wake up look around at the damage I’ve done
Hope to wake up drunk on a rock star yacht
Forget about the damage I’ve done
The kids have the best...
#choices
#identity
#job
#lyrics
#music
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Yellow Trumpets
Long
necked
Daffodils
Like
bobbing
yellow
trumpets
Floating
on
the
wind
by Jemia
necked
Daffodils
Like
bobbing
yellow
trumpets
Floating
on
the
wind
by Jemia
#flowers
#music
#nature
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Ru-di-men-ta-ry Guitar
Ru-do-men-ta-ry Guitar
ru·di·men·ta·ry guitar
With some good lyrics can make a song
I’m ru di men ta ry in my guitar
My lyrics can carry much further
So I play like a guitar student without any rhyme or rhythm
But my words fill in the space
That my guitar cannot get to
But that doesn’t deter me from unlocking
My fingers on some strings
So if your like me and you love music
Don’t be discouraged by what you can’t do
Instead live in the little things you do well
Putting your callouses...
ru·di·men·ta·ry guitar
With some good lyrics can make a song
I’m ru di men ta ry in my guitar
My lyrics can carry much further
So I play like a guitar student without any rhyme or rhythm
But my words fill in the space
That my guitar cannot get to
But that doesn’t deter me from unlocking
My fingers on some strings
So if your like me and you love music
Don’t be discouraged by what you can’t do
Instead live in the little things you do well
Putting your callouses...
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
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Book of Me
Book of Me
I write a book of songs
But I’m writing a song
Wordy too early in the morning
How about shut up and let your words walk
Pearls of a hit all I have to do is
Let my words breathe and reflect me
Instead of stepping on my creativity
Allow thoughts to step in between
I write a book of songs but all I need is
Something concise and real pretty
Now we’re on Jimmy Kimmel hope I don’t
Fuck up on live Tv , but I can fake it real good
So now I’m in...
I write a book of songs
But I’m writing a song
Wordy too early in the morning
How about shut up and let your words walk
Pearls of a hit all I have to do is
Let my words breathe and reflect me
Instead of stepping on my creativity
Allow thoughts to step in between
I write a book of songs but all I need is
Something concise and real pretty
Now we’re on Jimmy Kimmel hope I don’t
Fuck up on live Tv , but I can fake it real good
So now I’m in...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#inspirational
#lyrics
#music
#passion
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The Tourist
too much in my head
but that is how it always is
my head will never grow quiet
so i will fill it
with beautiful music
radiohead circling my brain
getting rid of the noise
just for a bit
but that is how it always is
my head will never grow quiet
so i will fill it
with beautiful music
radiohead circling my brain
getting rid of the noise
just for a bit
#emotions
#music
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Prison Blues(with no shoes)
Picked up a parlor guitar 11/21
Picked up a parlor guitar on 11/21
Picked up a guitar on a cold November
I don’t remember when I felt this down
Started strumming but it’s all about being blue
Strum a little longer I get up off the floor
Stomp my foot and feel the beat
But I just lost my shoes and belt
Hear that metal ring as it’s closing
I got the prison blues with no shoes
Got them old turnkey blues but where’s my shoes I don’t know
So I serve some lunch and when I can
Pick up my...
Picked up a parlor guitar on 11/21
Picked up a guitar on a cold November
I don’t remember when I felt this down
Started strumming but it’s all about being blue
Strum a little longer I get up off the floor
Stomp my foot and feel the beat
But I just lost my shoes and belt
Hear that metal ring as it’s closing
I got the prison blues with no shoes
Got them old turnkey blues but where’s my shoes I don’t know
So I serve some lunch and when I can
Pick up my...
#depression
#music
#prison
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