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.
Backstage (Black Sabbath)
Welcome Backstage, I’m Damian DeadLove. Tonights band has a very interesting story on writing a song that far exceeded expectations of what it’s initial purpose was. I’m talking about Britain’s own, Black Sabbath.
Often credited as one of the forefathers of Heavy Metal along with Led Zeppelin. They’ve inspired many a metal band. The group formed in 1968, once going by the name, Earth. I think they made the right choice changing the name.
The original lineup consisted of: Ozzy Osbourne - Vocals, Tony Iommi - Guitar, Geezer Butler - Bass, and Bill Ward...
Often credited as one of the forefathers of Heavy Metal along with Led Zeppelin. They’ve inspired many a metal band. The group formed in 1968, once going by the name, Earth. I think they made the right choice changing the name.
The original lineup consisted of: Ozzy Osbourne - Vocals, Tony Iommi - Guitar, Geezer Butler - Bass, and Bill Ward...
#music
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...down Time
I could see every note
Every rudiment down to the last beat
Sticks bouncing smoothly on the snare
As I marked time with my feet
I remember bullets whizzing by
Amid vociferous explosions and screams
A deafening quiet for a second
When soldiers saw me running in the street
I still recall the loud thunder
When lightning hit that tree behind our home
Me, sprinting fast and scared
Feeling a chill down to my bones
But now when I run, I hear my breath
With a steady rhythm in my mind
Every pulse perfectly played ...
Every rudiment down to the last beat
Sticks bouncing smoothly on the snare
As I marked time with my feet
I remember bullets whizzing by
Amid vociferous explosions and screams
A deafening quiet for a second
When soldiers saw me running in the street
I still recall the loud thunder
When lightning hit that tree behind our home
Me, sprinting fast and scared
Feeling a chill down to my bones
But now when I run, I hear my breath
With a steady rhythm in my mind
Every pulse perfectly played ...
#escape
#memories
#music
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Warm Leatherette
Life always seemed so endless
when we were listening to the Bee Gees
or Donna Summer...
Even ABBA has always made us feel
like dancing and acting carelessly.
They convinced us that we were immortals.
So we kept on going through the years.
No preoccupation, no worries or fears.
Cheering Cher and Turning Tina.
We were so passionate, so absolutely in love,
we believed that the groove was in the heart.
We used to jump onto the dancefloor
but not into precipitate conclusions.
They made us certain that...
when we were listening to the Bee Gees
or Donna Summer...
Even ABBA has always made us feel
like dancing and acting carelessly.
They convinced us that we were immortals.
So we kept on going through the years.
No preoccupation, no worries or fears.
Cheering Cher and Turning Tina.
We were so passionate, so absolutely in love,
we believed that the groove was in the heart.
We used to jump onto the dancefloor
but not into precipitate conclusions.
They made us certain that...
#dance
#happiness
#kindness
#music
#uplifting
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Around the Corner
Inspiration is around the corner
Before you know it’s upon you
Lifts your spirit up and
Digs into your creativity
Could be an old song you heard on the radio
A line that resonates within you
So you create something new from something old
You can find your spirit in the weirdest places
Could come onto you at the supermarket
Creative spirits live in us
Between your ears or in your heart
You can find something anywhere anytime anyhow
Perk your ears up to the life that swirls around you ...
Before you know it’s upon you
Lifts your spirit up and
Digs into your creativity
Could be an old song you heard on the radio
A line that resonates within you
So you create something new from something old
You can find your spirit in the weirdest places
Could come onto you at the supermarket
Creative spirits live in us
Between your ears or in your heart
You can find something anywhere anytime anyhow
Perk your ears up to the life that swirls around you ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#inspirational
#music #WritingPoetry
#music #WritingPoetry
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The Power of Music
You are what you listen to.
#identity
#minimalist
#music
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Brutally Honest
Brutally honest
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
#admiration
#father
#music #son
#music #son
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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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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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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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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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