"edm" poems
She walks down pavement
She makes the government’s infrastructure look like beauty
Her beauty turns away the rules of the snooty conservative government
The constitution loses its soul
When she bends over to check the hood of a car about to roll
Her boyfriend accompanied by other boyfriends who hit on her
I stand on the sidelines
Problem is I murmur
You probably thought a stutter was worse
She’s such a high class gal
Despite her sultriness and I’m not judging
But I must mention she goes to Church
So you might still mistake her for being an uptown sister
She dances to rock music
Her head doesn’t even sway to the EDM that the plebeians surrounding her play
She’s an anachronism
But she just needs me to introduce her Monet’s impressionism
I bet her cultural values force her to mould Picasso’s Cubism
Even though I’m not a man’s man
She without influence is not enough
Because influencing is love
And I hope it is to this cute rebellious dud
I suppose from her house she ran
When she looked morose in school during period nine
It was English Drama and suddenly she couldn’t seem to remember the line
With her friends flanking her she walks and talks
She’s on the phone while she’s wearing her socks
She’s on the prowl she’s an active girl
That women is close to my heart
And I hope to treat her like a clam treats its pearl
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
My heart drums like the beat of an EDM song at a nightclub.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I centered the poem for you to aknowledge it,
I got back from having an amazing night,
While I go out to have fun as I give amazing vibes,
hang with me and you WILL have the time of your life,
don't mean to sound cocky but my presence is impeccable,
I have fun and live life as expected too,
I have no worries because I overcame what I have been through,
24 years of age and I have wisdom of an old man but party as I am 18,
No longer a follower because I set my own rules,
I turn heads and set trends,
watch me as I spread brand new salvation,
P.L.U.R. is what is needed to be spread across our nation,
I love what I do and do what I love,
EDM baby is what is going to build and complete us.
{RP}
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
Rhythm & Beats, take me over
Go through my temple
through skin-deep,
through my bones
release your voice, EDM whispers
Tickle my bones,
dance with me
with your electric,
wavey hands
Release my intense feelings,
trigger every part of me,
my hormones, my body
help me
feel it
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
My heart began to flutter,
I actually felt it beat insanely fast,
I wished my lines were smoother than butter,
And I was scared that my heart would be in a cast.
But I had to do it,
To tell her that I thought she was pretty,
So I whispered into her ears - to combat the loud edm beat -
I leaned down, hoping that my voice wasn't ******
The pretty petite lady whispered thanks.
I was in such a haste that I forgot so say my name.
I hope she didn't think it was one of those pranks,
Upon exiting the venue, I began to ponder whether my attempt was lame.
Oh, I forgot to tell her my name!
I didn't even get her number...
The thoughts rushed in and I realised I was no longer the same :
Confidence and I were on good terms and my shyness was numbed.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
Behind every song is a story,
Some moody,
Even EDM has a story,
It is a powerful story,
With unknown sounds creates,
A musical mystery,
For People it's just "sounds",
Sounds mixed and thrown together,
But it may sound all messy,
Scattered and unorganized,
But to create that ball of excitement,
The music is carefully analysed,
Up untill the last note,
Everything is precisely predicted,
Sounds unorganized,
Creations is organised,
Making it is perfection,
An artist work,
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Type it out you ******* this could be
The last one
For a little while.
I made a promise with myself
Or whoever that shady character is,
Outside
On the deck with me
The one who
Makes fun of me
Delete words as I puke this
Poem?
Out.
Its best that me and this keyboard become friends
My anger towards, understand and accepting
What is proper type,
Or am I the proper type
Of guy who wants Vegas
And EDM
And MDMA
in My life
So writing
Or typing
Whatever
Which one
Of me
Wants to deem it
for only when I dream
It, cheap rhyme,
I want my style to be my own
And I want my intoxicated
Meaningful
Ramblings to be a
Part of it
A part of the
Bigger picture.
I will only type **** like this when i am not sober.
Sober sure is funny
And not just a funny word
Smiley face emoticon
Emoticon is not
a typo
....
Dear lord, oh god oh mighty,
Blasphemy that I would
Even start
Talkin' about
galaxies and universes
outside of this one
Puke some more
As I delete and pull
Words
From
One
Line
To the
Next
Without
Giving a
****
That my
Microsoft word
Capitalizes
Every text
My little brother text (texted?)
Me tonight and said
"Get more ink
For the typewriter"
.
Aside for my desire to ramble on about
Getting more ink
The 16 year ol’ champ
Is right
My biggest dreams at this moment
Are childlike
If that’s a good thing…
Then my 6 year game plan
From this day is in jeopardy.
Autocorrect me more
Higher intelligence
And answer me question’s
The one’s that Christan’s
Don’t need answerin’
Have you ever been introduced to a
16 year old ****
A 16 year ol’ ****
Honestly, I had my eyes locked
On – one
Tonight
And I don’t know so much if
I was looking
But maybe I was recognizing
Recognizing a certain
Level of respect that I had
For her
That she didn’t have for herself
She ****** off my best friends brother to get her backpack back tonight
In front of car headlights
And I have always wanted to type
Backpack back
My entire life.
Put your backpack on buddy,
And walk away from this
Poem?
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
just let that ******* bass drop.
and throw in those lights as well.
definitley some smoke.
lasers too.
maybe a few LED screens.
or ten.
or twenty.
or just one that fills the entire stage.
that's cool i guess.
paid a **** ton of money.
i want a ******* trip.
i want my ears to ring.
her *** to bounce.
fifty thousand fists to pump.
in perfect unison.
like it means something.
those girls with fake flowers adorning their heads.
all of the bright, like a feast for the night.
the glitter. the paint.
the airborne cake.
.
.
like it means something.
this scene will continue to grow
because nobody knows
what it set out to do in the first place.
big lights and pop hooks.
small pills and good looks.
now you're one of us.
no knowledge required.
the music plays
without you
on stage.
deafen me.
defeat me.
alive.
this is what it means to be.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
You can have it all, if you don't need nothing
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth
Not like those turntable dudes, down in the deep south
I thought DJs had had their freestyle spinning last days
Like Catholic church priests and their unholy ******* ways
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside, never never, friggin Disneyland
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal
They say, ‘I'm the new messiah’.Thanks, but, I don't even try
Thanks to so few, excluding the ones, who waved me on by
I'm sort of creating, a brand new hype and buzz
Full of pure clarity, with a dash of man-made fuzz
When the beat stops, from its fast-talking pace
We all like to flop and drop that ******* bass
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside never never, friggin Disneyland
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal
A shout out, to all my southern conquistadors and homeward bound homie’s
Ignore all the Los Angeles doomsayers and Hollywood snapchat phoney's
Elevator doors always be jammin' and then coming to a closure
We all like a moment, of shy mouth miming, with very little exposure
From a worldwide hit or an Aussie Whispering Jack golden classic
From the sound of a crackling frisbee, made from nothing,
but pure black plastic
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside, never never, friggin Disneyland
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
Figure a trigger
pictured fingers
scratch the brain
pick it **** exposed;
********** minds only craving one more dime.
Insane
vein blade
neck noose
she drinks some to feel loose.
creeping
convulsions
chills christen me a martyr
King of the opiophiles
Christ of the smackheads
Conquering coconaut
Hero to heroinites
Majesty of the methodonians
Glitches in systems revolving
rebel against or kiss them
Ring the bell to bring out the MOB and roll your future to face the dice
who are they ask for advice?
You draw towards these demons while behind you attempt to bask
a mask
Cody raises a flask of poison resentful regrets
Brody the roadie is always on the move
that ****** basement edm dub scene sure did become crass
which only leaves you, alone to groove
and we drink my flask our flask and bask in romance and death
Sorry Sir that you asked…but wait I have one more thought before the session reaches the inevitable conclusive aspect. Listen to my
Unexplained Law
Of
Academic actualizations
Basic casualization
Capital causes compound connections only resulting in casualty
I am orbiting you
Blazing comet
A simple sultry satellite
cold convoluted
Sad
at my farthest reaching far flung Aphelion
Warming and safe at my closest approach to You
Blazing life bringer
Holy holy holy art thou oh Eye of all
Allow me to forever remain at Perihelion
The laws of Keplar could not keep us from colliding
in the end
fire
will be all dividing
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
the moment I wake up, my room is shaking.
It's 7 o' clock and the kid that got arrested again last week,
is blasting EDM downstairs, and my walls
are reverberating.
My walls are always reverberating.
I've lived in this ancient building since I can remember.
My consciousness began in a blue apartment.
We've only moved once, and its was to the other side.
I roll out of bed and head straight for the fridge.
There's some rice and beans from this haitian lady-
my mother's only friend.
They don't really understand each other,
but they're always exchanging food.
I take a plastic spoonful.
It's really salty.
I eat it cold while looking out the window in my living room,
my sweatpants are hiked up to my knees,
and my robe is hung loose around me.
I pull the blinds up high.
I lived on main street all of my life, but it's not too busy of a town,
so there aren't many cars.
I look across the road, to the art gallery that was just built
under existing residents.
That's cool
Too bad the owners are racist *****
that would assume I was a muslim if I were to walk in.
Probably tell me to leave because they're closed,
when they aren't.
They told my friend, Mo, that.
He doesn't even practice.
I wonder if anyone else is looking out
of their windows at this hour.
Perhaps at me, and my disheveled morning appearance.
There must be a rave going on downstairs.
When it wasn't the laundromat it was this kid's
insufferable music choice.
Or the crack-fiends cries for money on the stoop.
I usually lock myself in my room,
listening to the hiss of the heater.
My blue-light blocking glasses on,
I stare at my lap-top screen,
typing in a mildly passive-aggressive tone.
Complaints to the landlord aren't heard.
I've little sympathy for most passive- aggression.
But I guess the powerlessness
is where it stems from.
I've got to escape.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
These synthesized notes and drum loops
Have me travelling through space
Phasing in and out of reality
Passing through a unicorn shaped nebula
Into the face of the sun
Where I gather energy
And explode into a radiant burst of light
Illuminating all the galaxy with a force
That is clear and white
And shining true onto all beings
Savior of the universe
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's a Thursday and I'm ready for tonight,
Let's lie that I am 18.
As Taft Avenue welcomes me like a friend,
Understanding of my needs,
Appreciative of my beauty,
And blind of my secrets.
All I see are stares,
All I hear are loud,
All I smell are smoke and alcohol,
All I feel is uncertainty?
How about getting drunk,
Dancing through the deafening EDM?
Singing a trendy song?
And maybe, just maybe, have fun?
How about making friends,
A friend of a friend of your friend?
A cool guy who sat beside you?
Or probably someone who likes you.
How about a 5 second kiss,
From a good looking stranger?
From a familiar face?
Who cares, we won't meet again.
How about a 10 second kiss,
WHY?
DOES IT MATTER?
IT'S JUST A KISS.
Oh dear.
That was fun.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
I wanna spend my time with you
I don't really allot my time like this
I usually just waste it
But now I know where I want it to go
I want to spend it just to see your smile
Just to hear your laugh and fake cries
To mess your nesty hair
Admire your face
Memorize every trace of it and just keep you
To go grocery shopping with you
Go restaurant hopping with you
Pay bills with you
Buy a new air conditioner when the one we have breaks
Paint the walls of our home
Contemplate on which color scheme we want
Hold your hand as we walk places
Watch timeless movies while we're wrapped up in our quilt
Dance to EDM, just the two of us
Pass out next to each other
Go out late at night just to drink coffee
Cover our favorite love songs
Read books
Watch YouTube videos
Have tricycle rides
Manage our lives
Argue about big and small things
Cry
Storm out
Crawl back into each others' arms
Knowing that its the only place where we've felt so much love
Do adult stuff, together
Carry you to bed when youve had too much too drink
Kiss your forehead while you sleep
Take care of you
Love you
Over and over
And not get tired of doing so
That's all I wanna do with whatever time I have left
Just...
Spend it all on you
Because you
Of all things
Are most definitely
The one and only thing
That matters to me.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
While every other woman lusts over gold and diamonds, the only piece of jewelry she owns is her grandma’s silver anklets.
Though everyone has labeled cooking as a tedious job, she still loves to prepare the Sunday brunch for her family.
While all her friends are busy clicking selfies for instagram, she sits in the corner embracing her books.
Unlike those youngsters who love swaying to EDM, she seeks solace in Mohd. Rafi songs.
As crazy and old-fashioned as it may sound but I have seen her wishing on lady birds
. Whenever she feels lonely and desolate she talks to the daffodils she has planted in her garden.
Instead of facebooking all the mishappenings of her life, she shares them with an old diary.
In the age of breakups, patchups and one-night stands, she is still waiting for her soul mate.
On your birthday she won’t post those cheesy birthday wishes on your time line, instead she’ll surprise you with a delicious birthday cake.
While, everyone else gets offended over the stupidest of things, she still believes in the magic of thankyou’s and sorries.
The world has been cold and bitter towards her but she has been spreading the warmth of her love wherever she goes.
‘Use and throw’ is the modus operandi of our generation but she believes in mending broken things
Because the hardships of her life has taught her what does it mean to be broken.
Whenever I wonder about the emptiness of this world, her kind words are enough to restore my faith in humanity.
She is a bit cautious while making friends but she stands by them in their good or bad times.
She is not weird or crazy; she just belongs to a different time zone. In this ultra-modern world, she is still an old soul
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
He made me a playlist
of lullabies and melodies
(well really EDM)
for good mornings
when he wasn't there
but thought of me anyways
title:
Something Wonderful for the Morning
but not as wonderful as him
I hope he knows.
say hello
greet the day
drop the bass
think of you
youyouyou
In all my years of
boy after boy
I found one who thinks of me.
Lovely,
you can't understand
how much it means to me
when my philosophy has always been
music is a part of me
and you got it right.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
In academic halls where knowledge gleams,
Dr. Jyotika, a star whose brilliance streams.
On day three's dawn, a serendipitous art,
EDM-106, where passions start.
A kindred spirit, warm and bright,
Dispelling shadows, guiding light.
With energy boundless, she does impart,
Igniting souls, with skillful art.
Her steps, a cadence, rhythmic and fleet,
A mentor's grace, supremely sweet.
Behind the lens, an entrepreneurial gleam,
A visionary, chasing a distant dream.
With every stride, a purpose clear,
Dispelling doubts, calming fear.
A mother's wisdom, sister's care,
Her guidance, a solace, beyond compare.
Though paths diverge, her influence stays,
A guiding star through my life's maze.
A commerce soul, drawn to her light,
A scientist's world, a pure delight.
Though semesters waned, her spirit grew,
A mentor's mould, a vision true.
To emulate her, a fervent desire,
A professor's role, a lofty spire.
Her office door, a welcoming sight,
A haven of wisdom, pure and bright …
BY :- KANISHK
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 6:32 AM UTC
Two together in this mystic place
My heart creates a rhythmic bass
Every time I see your face
Until it's erased
And replaced
By the terrible treble of trouble
Popping our soundproof bubble
With lyrics that are subtle
And screeches bringing rubble
Sounding like a symphony
Expressing the imp in me
And how I'm a **** indeed
No need for Web MD
To see I'm my own enemy
Who'll bring about the end of me
After all the entropy
That entered me
Mentors me
You erotically
Melodically
Fed off of me
Taught not to see
I'm not to lead
But you followed
I made us bleed
Until we hollowed
War drummed
Sore thumbs
Up in the air
Covering despair
Beyond repair
I want to share
But I'm scared
You won't be there
Drowning in my grave
I heard your song play
Through sonic waves
Which wither and fray
Like a donkey's bray
In a beeping den
Playing EDM
Before 3pm
So I fled
The crescendo
Of the innuendo
In your tempo
Made me explode
After a violent violinist
Told me I was finished
Because I was impish
Your guitar
Led to your car
Which took me far
Into shining stars
That became bars
That had me ensnared
But what did you care?
Tired of blank stares
Your tempo flared
Pushing me down a stairwell
After I didn't fair well
In your musical chair hell
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
We were the orange tree,
Amongst the green leaves.
We were the ugly duckling,
In a pond full of white ducks.
We were bitter espresso,
In a cafe of caramel lattes.
We were the violin,
At an EDM concert.
We were different,
We were unique.
We were happily depressed,
In a world driven by happiness.
We were forever in love,
With an expiry date.
We were mentors of life,
When neither wanted to live.
We were always meant to die,
To become a better you and I.
We were always meant to be different,
When the world was looking for the same.
It would always be,
As it was intended to be.
A bittersweet good-bye,
Onto the next phase of life.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
Here I am again
Whining like them
****** songs in my ears
Holding up my long held tears
******* music in my mind
Rapping like your annoying words
Here I am again
Blurring my sight
Boiling my blood expanding my veins
Why the **** does this EDM music have loud vocals
Makes them sound like the accent of locals
Here I am again
Trying to exist
Enduring a ****** phase
I wonder why I did
Here I am again
I was in love when I came here
I stayed devastated
I ended up coming back worst
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Stiff shoulders, stiff arms, I'm knotted and I'm shaking.
I've always been good with sitting still but now I can't stop running.
My heartbeat sounds EDM when I need to be sleeping.
I'm trying, I'm really trying, but I can't stop freaking
Out, I'm freaking out,
I'm freaking out, and I don't know what to do...
So should you, should you, should you ever have your hands free,
Would you, would you, would you knead away my anxieties,
Deepen the pain until I'm numb, and press, press, press your palms,
Until I can no longer think, then maybe I'll find my calm.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
This shouldn't be a goodbye
But more a farewell
But not a farewell
Maybe a see you later
You saved me from myself
And taught me how to thrive
Without you I don't know
Where I'd be
With your help
I'm free and loved
I will never forget
Our times bumping music
Rap
To EDM
To alt rock
To even my favorite songs
That one time
Outside our dorm
There were the parties
There were the failures
And the successes
The losses
And the wins
You shielded me from evil
Without covering my eyes to it
I can't explain how
You changed my life
You made me see
I am not the devil
I am no demon
I deserve to live
To be loved
There was that night
Do you remember that night
I laugh and I laugh
At how I fell
Into the bushes
And I knew you would pull me up
Like you do every time I fall
I can't be mad at you
I can't because I know
That you've done more for me
Than I can repay
Crushing drinks
Eating pizza
Lighting my room
With strips of color
I can't list off
How you helped me
Feel normal
I'm not made fun of
Because I'm not the outcast
Instead I'm that guy
With a few savage comments
And a quirky sense of humor
Instead of a bad sense
From my darkest hour
You reached into the dark
And pulled me free
Inch by inch
Day by day
Success by success
Win by win
One by one
When you told me
Not to look back
One year
Or two
Or five
Not to see the evil
Of my past
But instead to see
The beauty of my future
And as you go off
To real life
You need to know
What I have to say
Before you go to war
You need to hear
These words
You are my brother
You are my friend
You are my hero
You are my green light
You are my starting line
You are my finish line
My goal
I want you to know
That the world
Will change
As will we
But I will never forget
What you've done for me
And although you're not a fan of him
I have to quote Jon Bon Jovi
He says:
"This isn't how the story ends
My friends it's just a fork along the road
Don't say your prayers
Say your amens
You've come this far
But you're still far from home
Don't say goodbye
Just say farewell
Write every line
You'll live to tell
Hold your head high
Like Harry
Give 'em hell"
He knows
What I want to tell you
Because I can't be you
For you
But I can try
To guide you
To stay you
To stay true
To the values
You put in me
For one day
I will see the karma
As you become a millionaire
And find love
And you'll look back
And know that I've been wishing
For this upon you
Because of all you did
For me
Thank you
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Since I left you,
Good dreams I'm dreaming,
Fabulous tales I'm writing,
Nice poems I'm reciting,
All about you..
You were providing me a true love.
And..
All because of regrettableness,
I lost a beautiful keys myself,
You were opening all the love doors I was...
There I said, you were my keys.
And i lost a swift engine (Google) my self,
Everything I need in you I was searching,
And there I remarked, you were my google.
I'm now realising that I made a bad decision
I was saying with brag,"I'll never back to you again".
And now I don't know how can I set a good intention
In your heart I created the river of tears of pain
Mmh! I don't know how can I meet with you.
Although I'm here and you are there,
I'm still recalling you
And I'm still appreciating you,
You are a beautiful woman
You are a strong lover
And you a tranquil lover.
My decision made me be a lonely man.
#EDM.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
_________"GOD'S LIGHT"__________
God's light has reached in my brain
And it is making my all tranquil thoughts never feeling a great pain
That something is now a point not vain
God's light has illuminated in my throat,
And it is creating all my speech to be a tune divine,
That my words are now drunk with the Immortals wine.
God's light has lighted in my heart
And it is making my life be an eternity
That something has now a strong art
God's light has arrived in my feet
And it is creating my earth be pray field,
And preach field.
By #EDM.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC