#music poems on Hello Poetry

Jasmine Reid Feb 2018

Frankly, I hate living
It's filled with so much, ****.

I hate being me, I hate being this thing, this person that I've grown so accustom to, I hate her.
I loath her, yet . . . I can not stop her, she is just there.
Eating away at my past, and forming my dreadful so called future.

I fear what she is capable of, and what power she truly has over me,
But who is Me?

I'm truly lost and broken, torn away from that little girl,
that short little girl that was so happy and ready for anything, always voicing her opinion, standing up for herself and others.

Dear God, what happened to that little purple flower?
Why did she wither away, and fray into a navy blue?
The tendrils of her roots sinking themselves deeper into the earth, her vines not strung up on thin string, holding her up like a puppet.

Music drones out her demonic thoughts, but then the lyrics touch her heart, and she quickly darts, changing over to her Electro, blaring it strong into her eardrums.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
Finally . . . Peace.
Until the next song.

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#music #demon #depression #sad #help

c Apr 2018

Nai

Nai,
We walk different jungles
Sun spliced in different skies
Split by a slab of blue
Yet I hear
You

Me, here,
Walking the paths you sing of,
Making hands of the words you speak,
Arriving at the memories you've wrung like a
Needle stuck in my mind

You
Sing like your soul is on fire.
Purring of quiet as silk;
Lungs weeping raw in
Consonant melody sifted in
Soil

Oil
Spilling off palms
Soaked in the blood sun, and
In all my wandering--
I can't help wondering if, in the end,
I discovered you
For a reason

--
c

Reflecting on an artist that inspires me: Nai Palm (singer/producer of the band Hiatus Kaiyote).
I've listened to practically every interview I could get my hands on, and decided I'd try and translate my feelings for her music and artistry into a poem. I could probably write about it for 15 more stanzas at least. Here's a start?

#naipalm #hiatuskaiyote #music #inspiration #nakamarra #fingerprints #love #earth #fire #sing

Alice Lovey Apr 2018

Alight Me

Alight my candles within;
I am a dark old church with an old *****.
Peeling splinters of old wood,
Echoing haunts where old stood.
Can you hear a monotonous symphony?
No, listen closely, I’m resonating polyphony
That I could and can still play.

When you alight my candles within
The chamber illuminates and warms your skin.
The once faded paintings dance colorfully
And I recite for you my heart.
Because when I am aglow,
Brightened with the love I need to start,
Nothing could quiet my song
But being alone once more in the dark.

I don’t know why my usual imagery for these things are dark empty rooms with musical instruments, but at least it’s a bit more light (get it) and positive than the last.

#***** #love #candles #church #polyphony #happy #happiness #music

Paul Butters Apr 2018

Play Day

Spoon me some soothing sounds.
Make me swoon though it’s not even June.
Croon beneath the moon
Amongst flowers in bloom.
For summer soon will loom.
Heat will hit us:
Boom!

No more gloom and doom.
See the Peacock’s plume.
Toast the bride and groom.
People passing from womb to tomb.
A Spring-cleaning broom
To clean the room.

What a boon.
A beach with many a dune,
Behind a cool lagoon.
Time to play another soothing tune.

Let dormant corms awaken
In the warm
Before the storm
While insects swarm.

Let babes be born
To fields of corn
In the early morn.

Blow your horn,
Your hair all shorn
Wearing nothing torn or worn.

Such fun to play with words like this.
For me it’s like a blissful kiss.
Not a thing to find remiss,
Or lightly dismiss,
Miss.

Well that’s the end of all my play.
So that will do,
At least for today.

Paul Butters

© PB 27\4\2018.

Wordplay.

#words #play #music #summer #pleasure

Dhaye Margaux Apr 2018

I Saw Your Soul

I do not look on pretty face
Nor on gowns and fancy lace
The day I met you in this busy place
Was the day I saw your soul's grace

I do not look on positions
For positions set limitations
The day I have seen your soul and emotion
Was the day I found mine's reflection

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
Yet I didn't look on yours once and for all
I saw your soul through music, I fall
Where special connection breaks wall

I saw your soul and I found mine, my dear
You are beautiful inside and out, its clear
Shape that world you hold in your hand without fear
Shape it into a better place with One Voice to hear.

To a special woman who shows her soul through music

#love #soul #music

Jack P Apr 2018

going no place

and so the melody went: C, A, G, E, C, A, G, E, C, A, G, E
and he was locked inside it
and his heartbeat was in 9/8; a rhythm he struggled to move to
and it set his veins to boiling temperature
and the blood bubbled like soup on a stovetop
and the vessels burst like a boat in a storm

...until he found the key,
that unlocked the CAGE.

the idea of tension and release in chord progressions in music

#music #key #time #melody #freedom

Dev Apr 2018

Misery

Lets walk down the street
Why’d I lose it again?

You are killing me
Keep calling me your friend

And it hurts, it hurts,
It hurts my dear.
Cause I tried, I tried to
keep you near.

I tried to keep you close

But it all just got away from me
We all lost out to misery
I have to wonder why
It always ends this way

I’ll pass you by on my way to see
And you’ll look at me despondently
Because I, I let you down

And they’ll all say their piece on me
Saying Oh she’s such a drama queen
But I, I never meant to let you down

And it hurts, it hurts,
It hurts my dear.
Cause I tried, I tried to
keep you near

I tried to keep you close

But it all just got away from me
We all lost out to misery
I have to wonder why
It always ends this way

I lost myself somewhere along the way
Trying to be perfect for you
I lost myself somewhere along the way
Trying to be someone new

And it hurts, it hurts
It hurts my dear
Cause I tried I tried to
keep you near

I tried to keep you close

And it hurts, it hurts
It hurts my dear
Cause I tried I tried to
keep you near

I tried to lock you down.

But it all just got away from me
I sealed myself to misery
Trying to be you

Another song

I'm mad as hell still but I understand a little better now I've calmed down.

And I'm sorry for reacting the way I did.

#friendship #anger #sad #music #lyrics #misery

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

Kawehi : Part Six

Kawehi : Part Six

There are no limitations inside your mind;
There are no limits to your potential.
I know you have found your calling; I think poetry is mine.
I think I could become a poet, but I could never be instrumental.

I need to write words because inspiration compels me.
I love to write words; be they about happiness or misery.
I need to speak of love, because I want it to be my destiny.
I love to speak of my love for Kawehi,
Because I love her music and I am in search of a woman called empathy.

If you can do it live, then your music will be alive!
It will exist wherever you play it and with you I am enthralled.

Bewitched by your spell, I am all done writing these rhymes,
Because your YouTube Mix is playing other people’s music now,
So I will continue to tell you I love you, another time…
Au revoir to you all.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#kawehi #nolimits #potential #music #poetry #inspiration #writing #love #empathy

Aa Harvey Apr 2018

Kawehi : Part Five

Kawehi : Part Five

You’re taking me back, to back in the day.
I love this Garbage music; you can still create a smile upon my face.
Pour some misery down on me and I will find a way,
To be happy when I am sad and I will be happy when it rains.

I should be in the kitchen, but I cannot drag myself away.
I should be doing other things, but they are not a priority.
I should stop writing new parts, to my Kawehi poetry,
But you inspire me to do more; you breathe life into me.

I am an angel who will be destroyed and my world may disappear,
But I was happy at least once, because I was able to hear.
I have known of love and I have known of a love lost,
So I am still depressed;
But I could believe in a thing called love again,
If I could find my own Radiohead.

Is she pop? Is she rock?
I think she is whatever she wants to be at that time.
Am I really here, or am I gone?
For this must be what Heaven sounds like,
To this poet who cannot lie.

Left high and dry by love, but I will find my way home;
Love is where my heart belongs, so I must find my way.
Make the sadness sound beautiful; I have a place I can go,
To escape from the world and all it has to offer…
Lost love is such a price to pay.

She is the best that I have ever heard;
The image of love I see in her.
The wish I have is for my next woman to compare;
But I have my doubts that anyone ever could,
So I will remain unaware.
I do not know my next love, but I know I love Kawehi;
Music for my mind has been created in the 21st century.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#kawehi #music #happy #sad #inspiration #musician #truth #escape