Music Poems
The Nightingale
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Conversation Poem, April, 1798
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,
But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.
O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.
A balmy night! and though the stars be dim,
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Sunday Morning
by Louis Macneice
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,
And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time
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Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
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The Unheeded Pageant
by Rabindranath Tagore
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard,
tottering and tumbling as you run.
But who was it coloured that little frock, my child?
What is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud?
Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold.
She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle, and you dance
with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd.
But what is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud?
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The Sea And The Skylark
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
On ear and ear two noises too old to end
Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore;
With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,
Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.
Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,
His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score
In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour
And pelt music, till none ’s to spill nor spend.
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Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
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Lyrics
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
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Thy Journey Through Music….
by MBJ PANCRAS
Nourished by the breeze of Pannaipuram,
Imbibed deeply thro' the voice of Nature,
Fed with rustic lullabies- a 'varam',
Thou walked thro' thorns with thy will - thy teacher,
Drenched in all genres of musical notes,
Pace by pace thou did climb up the ladder,
Thou flew with music into people's thoughts,
And thy music is a healing doctor.
People's thoughts are of varied emotions,
And thou art sculpted by god of music,
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Dear Stewart, Sting and Andy
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
For years I couldn't wrap my brains
Over yr break up
I mean, I felt abandoned
You couldn't wait until I graduated from High School
I needed you
For yr music and it meant hope to carry on
I listen to yr records when I need a pick up
Yr goofy antics in yr videos and concerts
I remember very beautiful memory
That is related to you
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A Magical Tune
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom.
That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume.
Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, like stars dance together;
And she loved golden, nursery rhymes, like sunshine, carnival pleasure.
Their farm was small but busy, and all of the family had sundry chores.
Ava collected eggs and fed poultry, eating and picking berries, outdoors.
Faint flurries of wind cooled afternoon, and family came, in floppy hats;
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Conrad Potter Aiken (36 poems about Music)
Conrad Aiken] (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia -
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Harry 'Breaker' H Morant (3 poems about Music)
9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902 / Somerset, England -
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