Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
Lindsey Nicole Isbell

I love to watch you play
Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
A lovely melody

You don't always see me
I listen all the same
Such lovely skill
escaping in the form of sound
coming out
of that wonderful saxophone

Maybe it's not the sound
That enchants me so
But the handsome player
Whom I get to call my own

My gorgeous love  
Smart and talented to the end
<3

I love my saxophone playing boyfriend, It's nice to date fellow musicians, even if the instruments vary.
Oh saxophone
Ethan Lima

Oh saxophone
Sweet saxophone
Let your music flow
Oh saxophone
Oh saxophone
Play that rhythm
Play it well
Let the notes fall
From the bell
Saxophone
Sweet saxophone
Play a little jazz
Oh saxaphone
Saxophone
Play a little jazz.

I play saxophone, and I decided to write a poem about it. More upbeat than most of my poems.
#music   #jazz   #saxophone  
I heard the only saxophone
Dana Skorvankova

The muted state of this world
Keeps disturbing
The shivering noise of my thoughts

..Then I close my eyes..

THE SAXOPHONES OF THE WORLD

I heard them saxophones
In the air

I heard the only saxophone
In this whole world
With its tunes
Floating
High

I once heard the song of a saxophonist
Who died in the gutter,

However,
Something about painting the open seas
is so refreshing.

#world   #of   #the   #saxophones  
Saxophone*
Silverflame

Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone

I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
like breathy saxophone
Lou Pratt
Lou Pratt
Apr 19

voice in whispered tone
like breathy saxophone
I hold a longing moan
within

fingers through my strands
ruin all my plans
the way your calloused hands
grip skin

lips that taste like truth
of gin and dry vermouth
pierced by sinking tooth
and sin

I memorize your face
as I fade from this place
forgetting all that time and space
has been

#sin   #truth   #time   #hands   #space   #lips   #skin   #voice   #oblivion   #saxophone  
I can't play no saxophone
Paul S Eifert
Paul S Eifert
Jan 26, 2013

I can't play no saxophone
but I can hear it played.
Sometimes it's a lady sighin;
sometimes it's a workin man.
But when it is an orphan cryin
I wish I could hold that child
and play.

I can't hold that child
in these dirty hands of mine.
I can't stop his cryin.
I can hear it way down here
on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of.
Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone
but never play?

on the blue saxophone
Woody
Woody
Feb 24

Out over the bay
I can hear the moon
in his black beret
playing a dark tune
on the blue saxophone
of the wind as the rain
cries down my window.

In honor of james' black beret.

http://hellopoetry.com/Imrie/
LJ
LJ
May 20

Tethered at the end
with no hope to amend
seduced each other to appease
your love flow in me with ease
Darling, don't look back on you
The days when the rainbow was lifeless
The ultraviolet was in hues of grey
The sunrise reflected back on the skies
The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds
All cried out and behind our front
My soul laid and screamed aloud

NOW
The shell of the loneliness undone
Chase of the summerly winds donned
The day beckoned with clarity
All hate erased, our love not charity
Un-crippled chase, the healed ails
Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails

THEN
I unmask the casket
Claim the frozen confusion called life
On this walls are our sacred scripts
The prints that reads indelible
Of how our love nurtures the nests

A saxophone knows what to do
Michael Kagan

I feel the part
I'm going to play
A saxophone knows what to do
Resonating truth as she knows it

Roars like a lion
This brassy curvy pipe
Press fingers tone holes
She springs to life

Long past sweating note for note
I wonder as I play
Who's playing who
I'm this old horns second skin

With deep dents and scars
Shining no more
Could be forgotten
But for need and desire

Her polished pearl nails
Ignited invention
Thrilling moments
Blowing free through me

 
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