#music poems on Hello Poetry

Manda Kolav Jun 2018

In a sense, on the first day
I fell in love with music
Was my very first PULSE

The feeling of drums in my head
The vibrating excitement it gives,
Like someone knows my heartbeat
And has given it back to me
In the form of song.

On the second day
Opera and rhapsodic cries
Bring me tears
And taught me how to weep.
Shared with me my own experience
How they found them,
I will never know

On the third day
A fire was set in my throat,
I shouted words that were much more
Than words.
On that day, music taught me pain,
It showed me anger
It showed me passion

On the fourth day
I was possessed
My body was something greater
Ethereal movements
Controlled by strings
A puppet to the violins
And broken by piano keys.

The fifth day however
Was silence.
Possibly the most painful music
I’ve ever dared listen to.

the diversity of music is enthralling

#power #music #dance #passion

Cardboard-Jones Jun 2018

The Electric Life

Songs in stereo.
The bass has taken my body, I’m sure to not complain.
Spirit calling out to you,
The nameless woman on the other side of the room.
I see the moon in your eyes, so divine, our nights entwined.
Oh, rhythmic vibes you hold deep inside start to surface,
You are an inhabitant of the…
Electric life, and you’re its Queen.
You and I could rule the night together; I’ll be your King.
Special occasion! Toast! Celebration!
Rich as royalty breathes.

Shirt and tie, my, my, my
I’m defenseless against your stellar dress tonight.
Hands around my neck, hands on your hips,
The music burrowed its way into my bones.
Pour some more liquid fever that I can’t sweat out.
I’m sure you are just a dream.
Are you, lunar eyes? Tell me, make it convincing.
After all it’s the expectation when you are living the…
Electric life, and you’re its Queen.
Let’s live this moment forever and I’ll be your King.
Sleep-talk me baby with words so crazy
It rolls like gold off your tongue.

#electric #life #music #temptation #passion

Danielle Jun 2018

Red Waltz

Twisted, complicated steps
Of a graceful waltz;
I’d fall if not for my partner;
Where? I’m not sure.
I’d say into the dark, but its day.
If only I weren’t afraid to be lost.
Wandering mind, twirling thoughts,
Startling clarity, the center of the eye.
I see only a jagged edge of red ribbon,
Caught fast in your affectionate hands,
Woven from our bleeding hearts.
I could be bound tight by you;
Blinded by spinning visions,
Of a maddening waltz
The strings of music bind and tighten.

I'm extremely in love with how this poem came out. It captures so well some of the current feelings I've been having.

#dance #waltz #partner #relationship #lost #redribbon #blind #music #bound

Cardboard-Jones Jun 2018

Charm City Art Space

When I found you on the rooftop
Crumbling at the knees,
You confessed to me the air
Made it hard to breathe.
You felt complacent
But knew you had somewhere you had to be,
Just getting harder to leave.

We found some solace
In the undergrounds of Charm City.
You said “These basement shows relieve the angst inside of me.”
I said “It’s gonna get better, love, just wait and see.”
It’s getting hard to believe.

Wandering hearts.
We were lost in the Art Space, the soul of the city.
Looking for answers
All we found were strangers and bands bonding over riffs.

She’s still waiting for the air to be breathable again.

There we were, sardine packed,
Shouting out for the band.
Vibes of Old Bay Punk echoed off the walls.
Jimmy’s worried the neighbors might call a noise complaint.
Tommy’s laughing as he turns up the stereo.

After the show
We stumbled out of the basement
Off balanced and content.
Smelling like sweat and Natty Boh.
The high wore off and we were back to where we began,
Wandering the streets with shattered lungs and dreams.

On Charm City rooftops
You broke down all around me
Along with the railings in the basement of Art Space.
By one or two we wandered into the Ale House.
We were just in time before they had last call.

Somewhere on Pratt street
We ran into Remy.
He was looking for Megan and a taco truck.
Found our way, unwinding on a bench by the harbor.
I swear there was magic in your midnight eyes.
You held my hand, and breathed a bit lighter.

The air is not so bad...

#charm #city #breathe #hope #angst #music #maryland #love #basement

Oskar Erikson Jun 2018

i can see the moon now

i.
the waterways are leading me
to places i was too scared to adventure alone

ii.
one day this heart will heal
with this earth holding me up

iii.
one day all of these poems
will remind me of that empty feeling
of thinking about you.

#empty #mean #moving #music #wishing #wondering

Victoria Rachael Nash Jun 2018

No Name #(number)

listening out for the catch, through the ordered lines
then running into familiar counter-melodies
that hit the gut like surprise meetings with old friends

pushing against the current
you write the soul’s ebb and flow of discovering
break and breakaway, meet again

figuring it out along the way, slipping back,
humble, soft vulnerability of emitting,
rolling out in music and codes interior landscapes

A poem about how it can feel to listen to Elliott Smith's music and lyrics

#elliott #smith #music #melodies #listening #flow #currents #codes #landscape #energy

Caitlin Jun 2018

Untitled

I can't write in the silence.
I write best, when there is music playing through my headphones.
When, part of my brain is preoccupied singing along to whatever is on the radio-
and to some that may seem counterproductive.

It's like suddenly, my inhibitions and fears of saying the wrong thing disappear and I can write freely.
Like being drunk, without the consequences.

I wish I was in the point in my life, I could simply say the words I need to say, instead of typing them.

This probably doesn't even make sense and I'll probably delete it later on

#music #writing #poetry #poem #mine #personal #jumbled #idontevenknow #upset

Louisa Coller Jun 2018

Music Notes.

Our world was filled with music
The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
Memories interwined with my thoughts

The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
Memories interwined with my thoughts
My family joins together in one perfect harmony

Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
The instruments they play, the words the say
My family joins together in one perfect harmony
I want to write my own one

The instruments they play, the words the say
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
I want to write my own one
Our world was filled with music

My family and I are huge fans of music, my Dad is into a lot of Rock, original RnB, my Mother into a lot of Pop, my oldest brother, David would share an interest for electronic, techno, trap based music, Bryan shared a love for American Rock music in particular, Joe is into a lot of celtic, calm music and then of course, Me, I was just into a bit of everything, and admittedly when younger, a lot of Country music like my Grandfather.

Music is such a beautiful part of life, I could never have imagined a life without music. I don’t think I can even get through a day without wanting to listen to at least one song. As we’ve got older, my eldest brother moved to America, while my other older brother, Bryan is here in the UK.

Bryan has a huge interest for guitars like our father and I really do hope the best for him in pursuing a potential music career. I know deep down he can definitely do some incredible things and I love how my family was just brought up on loving music.

I used to write a lot of songs as a kid, before I got into a lot of poetry writing, I would write songs based on how I felt, concepts I found interesting and genuinely to this day have a low-key singer-wannabe.

I did perform vocally live before, sadly I never really had the confidence to pick up an instrument other than the recorder and some piano, I hope I can one day revisit music instruments though, I do love the idea of making music, I just have no idea where I would start with that.

When writing this poem, I decided to use Pantoum form, I thought it was quite intriguing to have a poem form like this where there is a lot of repetition, I personally think it adds a lot of appeal to the poem as well as creativity.

When you hear music and choruses, you often get a lot of lyrics stuck in your head and while going through life, it’s very clear to see, a lot of people have that and there is no surprise I was one of those people who would hum to a song and suddenly blurt out a chorus. Having that sense of repetition within the words, felt like I was acknowledging music choruses.

#music #love #family #care #happy #growing