BC Jaime Mar 7
he was a tambourine
competing with the guitar,
and drums

In the orchestra
he was the conductor's baton
drowned out by the oboe

When he went solo
he was a harp
graceful, delicate
his strings plucked
by angels
© BC Jaime 2018 || IG: @b.c.Jaime

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/.
K Jan 7
I've been watching the same movies
Over and over again
And see our story bursting through the frames
I see you everywhere
Every road I turn down
Every conversation that I have
It's just you, you, nothing but you
Miles and piles of you

I can't stop thinking where it all went wrong
Was it something that I said
And I can't help but miss you
And want you
And beg you,
        Bring back the lies
                Hang them back on the wall
Because I might still be in love with you

I swear to god I'll never understand
How you could sit there cold as stone
And be so certain that we had no chance at all
When yesterday we were holding hands
In a diner eating pancakes
And you were smiling
And I was laughing
I thought we were gonna be okay

I don't know how anyone survives this life
Without someone like you
So I sat there
And I waited
Until you came home from someone else's bed
We could have been here together sharing our night
but you chose someone else to be with
But I still sat there
And I still waited
Because we were gonna be okay

But you know what makes me crazy?
You know what makes me nuts?
You took advantage of my patience
You took advantage of my love
You rushed and pushed and wanted this your way, the "right" way,
No other way existed
It was all about you and you and nothing but you
Miles and piles of you
You gave up, no trying
Because wouldn't that be easier for you, you, no one but you
Scheming and screaming
       "I'm not the only one who's hurting here!"

I swear to god I'll never understand
How you can stand there, straight and tall
And see I'm crying
*And not do anything at all
Inspired by lines from "The Last 5 Years"
Angela Rose Jan 5
I had a piano when I was a child
I didn’t know how to play
I slammed on keys repeatedly until it sounded like something that reminded me of music
Eventually, I learned chords
Eventually, I learned melodies
Eventually, I learned “Every Good Boy Does Fine”
And that “All Cows Eat Grass”
I played myself musical tunes on repeat
I wrote symphonies about how much you meant to me
I could base a musical all upon the Love I felt towards you
My lyrics were surrounded by the essence of you
My musical notes were dictated by how you made me feel on any given day
Nobody knows me like the piano at my mother’s house
Lyn-Purcell Dec 2017
The cloud's lullaby is a lyre
echoing with sweet sadness.
The roses are embraced by a blanket
of clouds.
Of love.
Of need.
Of want.
Sorry for being inactive. Life is getting hectic...
bina perino Nov 2017
A crisp ocean above my head carries
grey sailboats, lined by sunlight;
and the wind against my flesh carries
autumn on its back;
and the leaves become soft musical
chimes or dancers on the streets;
and the greenery around me stretches
upward while half-buried;
and somewhere between soil and sky
there is a whisper of revolution--
a faint, yet sonorous vow
of renaissance and wonder--
and the sidewalks under my feet
are guiding me there, lined by sunlight.
mythie Nov 2017
You place your hand on top of mine.
I press the piano keys, this makes nine.

Your voice lulls a love song.
How nostalgic. It's been so long.

Life is a road I'm walking on.
Love is a river I'm floating on.

Your lips against my ear as you caress each key.
Each sound makes my body shake, my soul's being set free.

Your touch is warm and suffocating.
Every time you're here I just keep waiting.

Waiting for something to happen.
Maybe a journey, I need to strap in.

Life is a road I'm walking on.
Love is a river I'm floating on.

Your kiss is electric, it drives me wild.
Your touch on the keys is less than mild.

Tunes and songs you play to me.
When I hear them I'm filled with glee.

You finish the song and open my heart.
This is our story, but it's just the start.
Tristan Brown Oct 2017
Music is a weapon
So I'll use it as my sword
This is a prelude to a much longer poem that I am still working on. However, when this line came to me. I knew that it could stand on its own.
Ceyhun Mâhî Oct 2017
The roses bloom upon the grounds of spring,
So fresh and fair they glow as fragrant faces,
So nice and neatly, never giving up
The hope who's fueled by the rays of the sun.

The beams are bright like a beautiful brow,
They did wait after rains upon the day,
Where clouds would leave the lovely sun alone,
And conquer then with little might again.
Playing around with sounds! Though it's not spring, I still wanted to express my love for it.
olive Oct 2017
Such a little baby,
So green and so small,
Think of how crazy,
No one wants her at all.

Some say that she’s vile,
Some say that she’s cruel,
But all the while,
This just gives her more fuel.

Though all the things said,
The girl does not crack,
All this has led,
To a knife in her back!

They say that she’s wicked,
It’s chaos they’ve brought,
Her aura is livid,
Wicked’s something she’s not!

She is not all these things,
Her compassion shines true,
All the hurt that it brings,
Makes her look like a fool.

In a panic and a hurry,
Her whole life is changed,
The girl now must scurry,
In fear of being caged.

She runs and she flies,
To a place far away,
For herself now she cries,
She’s safe for the day.

No one is born wicked,
It’s something you become,
Though she’s been afflicted,
She is still full of love.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
We will sail away
on the wings of the moonlight
over the lakes of the blue
we'll cross the starry nooks.

We will go, we’ll go far beyond
where the flow is musical
every air beat plays the lute.
You and me we’re only one
who says we’re two?
Next page