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Sonnet Music Poems | Sonnet Poems About Music

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An Invitation to Dance

When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing and transient stars in clusters scintillate, when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait. He wends his way along the mountain trails past opalescent rush of streams and rills, goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales and wind around and up and down small hills. Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free, he leads them with his reed held to his lips, till blithely they embrace his rhapsody. So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . . Then captured by sheer merriment, join in! For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Ballerina

The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.

With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.

A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.

The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep hypnotic trance.

Sandra M. Haight
Unrhymed Sonnet

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Bright Eyes

Her big eyes shone while to her chest she clasped
the violin her dad worked hard to buy.
Delightedly that Christmas morn, she gasped
to see it;  then she promised she would try
with all her might to learn to master it!

She practiced hard. The girl that they called Bright Eyes
would dedicate her all. She never quit.
Each day and night, she strove to memorize
the strings’ sweet notes, in love with allegretto!
How quickly she caught on, and one main goal
was in her offering of a vibrato,
which - when it filled the air -  might touch one’s soul!

Today she casts such magic with her bow
that all who hear are warmed by Bright Eye’s glow.

written 12/29/14 by Andrea Dietrich

Now for the Trashed 4 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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She Dances To Her Music

She dances to her music gracefully,
her choreography, at whim, profound.
With graceful twirls and spins, so dreamily
her rhythm flows to music without sound.

She dances to the music only she
can hear...although I feel its lovely flow
and cadence shape her form; exquisitely
she dips and rises in artistic show.

No music here, but just a silent song
created by the currents that she feels;
with turns and twists, she aptly glides along,
directed by whichever one appeals.

She dances to her music wondrously;
my muse...the soul mate of my poetry.

October 3, 2015

Contest: Poems That Paint a Picture - 3
Sponsor: Silent One

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Overwhelmed Senses:

Overwhelmed senses brought me to my knees, A forgotten tune that I knew no more, The pipes were calling, blowing in the breeze, Gaining volume, my ears full of their roar. My thoughts drift away on a velvet cloud, Leaving body behind, an empty shell, Wrapped so tightly, this invisible shroud, Music in the background casting its spell. My spirit was soaring so high and free, Like the kind of feeling you can't explain, 'Twas the ether or just pure ecstasy? But there are no words so I must reframe. A smile grew on my face, that I can tell, And if you do the same, I wish you well. (Ten syllables per line)

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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Evening Storm

I drift as storm and night duet,
a dance amidst a choir of rain.
wrung clouds strum strong and passionate
to cart away my deepest pain.
In every grand, thunderous note,
God’s loving heart beats in my soul. 
Across the darkness, lightning floats,             
to heaven skyward, I extol.    
Winds sing with love blown rhythmically     
just like sweet-sounding nightingales. 
Clear sheets of rain course through lithe trees   
bending to meet the river dale. 
Then soft comes dawn, I praise the storm
in gleam of misty earth transformed.

For Shadow's Pick A Subject Contest, 3/4/15
*Subject - Storm

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

Written:  12.16.15

Recently entered
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker

Previously entered
Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Angel of Paradise- Artist Andrea Bocelli

Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light

Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife

You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while

Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise 
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies

March 30, 2014
Artist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the rhythm score.

He begged her love; he painted instant fame.
She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit, 
she trusted him to give the verse her name,
and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit.

With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside,
and claimed her song as his with no remorse.
He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride.
Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced,

	she writes another song, recounts the tale,
	assured his star will now commence to pale.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Caught in a dream:

Caught up in the moment of a deep dream,
Myself drifting further than it would seem,
Although unaware of one's own true self,
I leave behind all my worries of health.

As orchestras sound and play in the mind,
Taken away on this journey in time,
While violins and great horns burst out free,
Captured the act of spiritual glee.

Quintessentially verbalized of course,
Within the dream world, there is no remorse,
No regrets, no shame, just a state of bliss,
In this realm, freedom to be as you wish.

You will be amazed at what you will find,
The dream world to me has always been kind.
(ten syllables per line)

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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Amusing Artifices

Musician's notes can sound unearthly powers,
Astounding hearers' eyes with blinding thunders.
The painter's brush can stroke insightful hours,
Surprising viewers' ears with deaf'ning wonders.
Presenting sounds unviewed and sights unheard,
The writer's pen can eyes and ears astonish.
Art's trinity is music, paintings, words;
Yet oft do artists' senses numb, admonish.
Rehearing sounds, musician's ears indict.
Reviewing sights, the painter's eyes confound.
Resenting words, the writer's senses spite.
Their art's at surface false, in truth profound.
          So spite despite, for musing faults and flaws
          Do grace disgrace with rousing earthly awes.

Copyright © Jeremy Michael | Year Posted 2017

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My eyes are dazzled at the sight of you,
Extremely chic, your sparkles they just grew.
Your penguin costumes always sat just right,
With candelabra burning there so bright.

Yours eyes they glittered as if they just knew,
The secret to life was you, being you.
Your smile was a magical starlit gaze,
When you came out, we were all in a daze.

That you were eccentric, no one would doubt,
The crowds would go crazy, when you came out.
Walk to your piano, sit there so tall,
Fingers would move, and captivate us all.

Rings filled with diamonds slid over keys,
Magical misfit, our senses appeased.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Mystic Roses Contest: Eccentricize my Eyes 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Fiona In The Night

For Fiona Meyrick, poet and musician; a Petrarchan sonnet

Fiona, in the silence of the night
Sings songs of sorrow soft in minor key
That sigh above all formal melody
In cadences that dance like birds in flight
She rests within the dark, composing light
In subtle shades of sweet philosophy
Transposing on the stave a mystery
In spills of sound like ink on paper bright
Fiona; at the stroke of midnight blessed
Plays pianissimo the ocean’s rage
Transforming all the sins of man confessed
In gentle rhythms traced upon the page
A modern muse, an ancient truth expressed
In lullabies to sooth our restless age

© Gail Foster 2016

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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Ballroom Delights

The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Time Was when I heard a loud ragin' fire
  And the sound of glory raised from the Ash,
When my Sometime World long playing higher
  Dazzled the age with a hot vinyl flash!
That Flying V, Fender Strat, Blowin' Free
  Amplified in my ear and in my brain,
And The King Will Come slowly unto me
  When I hear the piper and drum again.
In beauty of Leaf and Stream evermore
  Comes the hypnotic Wishbone trance that was;
Like a Warrior at the gates of war
  To rise again the legend of Argus!
And in the end a new age will record
The great band of four who Throw Down the Sword.

                   April 2008

 Dedicated to the 1972 album, Argus, 
            by Wishbone Ash.

              Still a classic!

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015

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Your head is dead a chamber vast and void
and nothing's what you think on anymore
forgotten are all things you once enjoyed
and are replaced by life the constant bore.

Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare
all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone
from night to day and day to night it's there
the wish to be forgotten and alone.

You think and sink into Oblivion
not caring if you fade or if you die
but only that you shed the shell you're in
you've gone beyond the questioning of why.

You are the death, the dark of greatest fear
the song of life only the dead can hear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Forgotten Music

Oh, how did I forget flecked fields of white
where fairest petals synchronized their dance,
and beauty’s cadence sung to ears romance,
as Monet’s clouds rose lilting notes to heights?
Oh, how did I forget fanned butterflies 
adrift on breezes sunned in Mexico?
Their bright-hued wings flirting with blooms below 
when silent gazes held in lover’s sighs.

Old love songs stir up voices in my mind -
sounds of our music and your windblown ways,
our soulful rhythm from forgotten days,
my lullaby on darkest nights unkind.
Come now, I long to see you at my door
for love's embrace in dance forevermore.    

written 6/23/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Tears of a Little girl

Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood, 
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)

Copyright © Sebenele Shongwe | Year Posted 2007

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Christmas Music

Come caroling on Christmas Day, my love.
Hark merry sounds, one spirit sings as two.
Rise carols high above white turtle dove
In flight with cardinals of reddest hue.   
Sing loud of peace and joy and jingle bells
Together as we glide o’er sparkling field.
More music blends with wind and wintry smells -
All spice, pine cones and tasty treats concealed.
Snow powders us in magic, soft and white.

My hands and heart are warmed by you so near.
Until the day retreats in full moon light,
Sing tenderly into my loving ear.
If New Year, like a thief, takes you away,
Could you return to me 'fore Christmas Day?  

Written 12/9/15 for Andrea's Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic Contest  

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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If Music Takes Me There

I had thought to give you the moon and stars, But they are far from these high mountains’ reach, Only a heart and a guitar to start, Hoping that these lyrics would make me preach, The feeling I could not hide nor deny; As my eyes begin to gaze up above, To see your face and never say goodbye, Because with you I will not ever love, Any other jewel that is less rare, Than a soul so bright that shines through the night; O nothing compares to your glossy stare, And your soft lips that vanished on my sight; If only music can bring back our time, Maybe I can sing to you one last time.

Copyright © JIG Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Where Do I Start

Where do I start as my mind sings Sounds aplenty throwing my hearts songs Thoughts thrown to eyes memories bring Brought to the fore where they've belonged Where do I start regarding my music tastes Sounds aplenty resonating in my ears Thoughts instrumental studio stage based Brought solos vocal amidst talented gears Where do I start for my likes be revealed It's Rock, Progressive, Classic to last Thoughts with desire chosen now sealed Brought to today, played from my past Where do I start naming favourite thoughts Sounds eyes ears, senses now brought <*>

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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C  heers to the children as they  sing in choirs,
H  ear their voices,their  wish this Yuletide;
R  efrains are tunes of their pure heart’s  desires:
I  n all nations,  may love and peace reside.
S  ee the stars of dreams in their loving eyes,
T  heir three-colored candles shimmer their lights,
M ay the spirit of sharing strengthens  ties
A  nd no more hate nor war,  their future’s night.
S  ilver and golden  bells hang on pine trees,
M  agically ring in carols of kids;
U nwinding notes in tuneful melodies,
S  ay, save their lives and give the joy they need.
I  ncreasing the volume of  this music-----
“C hildren have the wands of Christmas magic.”

©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved

Dec. 20, 2015.   12.25pm

Tenth Place
Contest: Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Judged: 12/24/2015
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015

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Shot- dead

The cause of death, shot- dead,
They quickly get a fame,
And quickly they leave us,
Shot-dead is a dominating cause of death,
What is wrong with this Hip-Hop music?
The music that influence a violence and anger,
The music that influence gangster ‘ism,
The music that promote hatred amongst groups,
The music that promote the abuse of alcohol and drugs,
They speak of imaginary riches and not physical riches to drug you in,
They go deep underground to blaspheme God,
If there is power behind this music,
I  believe is a power from the darkness,
Shot-dead, the cause of death in Hip-Hop industry.

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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Melodious Memories Golden Oldies

Engulfed in recollections bittersweet
Reminded just how lonely life can be
How sad the fact that mem'ries are not free
From train of thought pass shadows in the street
Within the strains feelings become up beat
Piece shiny shards of broken memories
So many good times on life's open seas
Our failures and our follies were so fleet
My song of life has many different notes
In languishing refrains I find a smile
Revisiting sweet scenes of happiness
The lump I swallow nearly makes me choke
Replace the bitter aftertaste of bile
Each candy memory a Hershey's kiss

    an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Song of love

She walked by my side
trying to clasp my hand,
I was dreaming wide 
with a lonesome land. 

Where she could not follow
or call me through the night –
my heart is now hollow 
and whiteness is my sight…

A man with a smile on his lips
and an old guitar on his back
gave me life’s wicked tips:
Love is better when love lacks,
you will follow alone his track
surrounded by scattered lilacs…

Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet To Our Generation

We didn't start the fire
we just built an empire
of people who can't read, or spell
that's why they go to jail
and then die, and burn in hell.
Books like Fifty Shades Of Grey
now, everyone is gay.
We've become a broken down system
the 7 deadly sins,
can you list em'?
I bet you can't even read
you rather sit at home and smoke weed, 
that makes you're lungs bleed.
We need, 
more people like me
that write poetry,
can't you see
what has happened to our society.
2Pac for president
not some idiot, 
who isn't even a legal resident.
We like music
by artists who can't sing
now, we trash Stephen King,
what does this mean?
People go insane
when they look at the bullet,
in their best friend's brain.
We need more changes
and less gun ranges
shooting strangers
all this anger
putting other people in danger
is only cool for a fool
that's why we need to go to school.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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Tears In The Wind

Tears In The Wind

Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets, 
While my right hand is picking or strumming. 
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming. 
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Music

Christmas Music

Crisp winter, dust of snow, shivering fun			
Hint of celebration flow around town   				
Reaching the sheer beauty of the season			
Impatient chimneys burning slowly down			
Santa baby will climb down to a waltz 				
Taming him with tantalizing taffy				
Mistletoe kisses with buzz somersaults				
Above ragamuffins warm and cozy   				
Sleeping dreaming of presents they’ll open					

Magic of the night affairs in the stars				
Under fuzzy quilt while wind rings the chimes
Sounds of soft footsteps coming down wood stairs  		
Impatient to see Santa’s good tidings				
Children’s eyes light up with joy.      Exciting!	


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010