#music poems on Hello Poetry

SC Kelley Aug 2018

Love.
The Heart.
It beats stories.
It throbs symphonies.
It shutters like butterflies.
It shatters like glass.
It spews desire.
It drips lust.
The Heart.
Love.

~S.C. Kelley

For The Ones Who Love

#love #dark #heart #nature #music #*** #amazing #great #beautiful #truelove

Scott F Hemingway Aug 2018

Barb

She is here
my own true sun
she loves so daft
that dawn springs forth
and before I die
she'll really eat pie
with her cute rind
and buffalo trim
that grocers hunker tide
while business bona fide
in her hand over rib

a kind little girl

#kids #life #*** #drag #music

Aishwarya Ezhava Aug 2018

3.

Life became more serene,
with reduction in friends list
and expansion of playlist.

#life #me #myself #music #love #eternity #friends #playlist

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018

Yanni

Tranquil orchestra
The sweetest ******* soul drinks
My flame flickers pure

Said it before, I'll say it again - Yanni's music is heavenly, and spiritually it's detoxing me from the garbage of the mainstream. (not all is garbage but majority of it is)
Working on the Meringue poem, still! ^-^
Lyn ***

#haiku #senryu #spirit #cleanses #detox #soulfood #peace #music #soul #flame

svdgrl Aug 2018

Do you still make music?

No updates, we live private lives.
You left this town and all that I gave you in a pile.
Haven't heard your voice in some time.
Probably muffled with your brandname smile.
Photographs pick perfect poses.
You seem to have everything you've meant to own.
You got a new home with a new girl,
and even a dog like you've always wanted.
But do you even touch your keys?
Ever exclusive, babe, do you still make music?

Why am I still writing poems about him?

#ex #music #new #lives

John Michael Biely Aug 2018

The blues

You know,
I used to be in tune.
Every part of me.
Even my hair.
The wind, its metronome.
I remember its fractal pace
Across my skin.
My hands,
Spiders across the keys.
Netting patterns
And devouring their wisdom.
My heart,
A cathedral to sound.
The beat of the universe
Pulsing through everything.
And me,
My soul,
Surfing those vibes
With fingers
And fire.
Like mercury.
Like lightening.

freedom.

But Now,
there are too many cracks
In the cathedral windows.
Too many stains.
Too many bricks thrown through.
The music still comes though.
A crooked and umbral thing.
Etching the patterns of sadness
into my Eyes,
with the shards of memories.
And I am so very tired
of being
Blind.

People ask me why I don't play music much anymore. This is as close to the truth as I can get.

#music #pain #memory #arcane

Lyda M Sourne Aug 2018

Burnout

Music is a drug
I have overdosed in
Until I grew sick
Of melodies

#music #burnout #musician

Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018

╰⊰✿´ Beginning `✿⊱╮

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
The          leading          *****-hand        patisserie
now  walks  to  the  sink, warm  water wets
their    hands.   After  pouring  soap,  he
rubs   the   front,  back,  interlocked
fingers, then  thumbs, entwined
fingers         and         lastly
the       nails      before
the    full    rinse;
hands now
clean
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Ok, I'm got something a little different in store!
This form of poetry is called an 'Etheree', a poem that consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. An Etheree can also be reversed (which is what I did here) and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Today, my mom treated me and my sister to some cakes in a lovely Bistro not far from us. I'm a lover of lemon cakes but they didn't have any - only lemon meringue tarts which I agreed to try with some Jasmine Tea ;)
Man, they were both delicious! And the music took me to a small cafe in Paris! This is the beginning! The next part will be out tomorrow, hopefully!
Have a good night!
Lyn ***

#meringue #inspired #bistro #food #etheree #reversed #music #pastry #passion #hands