"earworms" poems
As I lived
Music always lingered on every moment.
A soundtrack to every scene,
A beat for every memory,
Hummed and sung so joyfully,
Or cried out in agony.
The earworms I once bellowed out,
Till I'd emptied my lungs
...
I now listened to and understood.
Not entirely
But there was pain.
Tragedy.
Longing.
So much struggle concealed under a poppy melody.
How far I've come to sound like the music's changed,
When really,
It's me.
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 2:41 PM UTC
My life is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe
An epic, concealed by my tales of woe.
That terrible song, with the lyrics you know
That you just can't get out of your head.
My life is that song, mournfully played
With that lingering feeling, lost and afraid.
A song that depicts broken hearts, betrayed.
For which your ears have bled.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
I made melodies for you
Think of all the tracks gone to waste
The kind stuck in my head for days
The kind on the radio
That seem easy to love
but soon become overplayed
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
Yes, sad but true,
Is this real to you?
I have earworms, do you?
Songs in my brain,
On my thought train,
I sing along every day,
Earworms on my brain, Yah!
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC