Best Background Poems
This enlisted soul
At eighteen years old
Barely a man
Not even street wise told
From the proms, to the camp
He kits out tomorrow
His future he stamps
Never knowing bloodied sorrow
In just under a year
He's older and wiser
To a theatre so different
Says his military adviser
Overseas he heads
Thoughts of back home
What goes through his mind
In eighteen years old roam
Where could he have been
In so short a time
Colouring books
Making joining words rhyme
As he looks to his background
What does he see
An eagle soaring
In the land of the free
The statue of liberty
And the bill of rights
With the thirteen stripes
And the stars to delight
He is just a boy
In grown up clothes
Another one lost
To a cause we will loathe
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Piano music plays.
Soft notes emote mid air,
like tear-stung doves they fly
in atmosphere of fog.
The clouds, they shroud the sky.
Piano music plays,
the keys, they seize my blues—
the depth of blue, so vast.
Poetic ivories
caressed, recite the past.
Piano music plays.
Dull echoes haunt the halls,
sonatas without soul.
Since wick and flame lost light
my world as dark as coal.
Piano music plays,
the white noise like a ghost.
My fluid fingers mourn
these melodies of you—
black thorns on rose reborn.
In the asphalt homeland
I lay down to sleep
In the background
a saxophone wails
and relaxes tired muscles
Streetlights cut through the darkness
The day has passed
as days do
This city dweller
wishes to head off to
dreamland
Jazz in the background
lets his mind wander
through sweet pathways
not created
by the hands of man
My heart beats with a rhythm
stolen from the heart of the city
Sax wails, drums beat
pianist plays lovely riffs
My dreams will be filled with joy
tonight
for I know
there are plenty
of
others
in
this
city
who will join
me in the jazz fantasia
which awaits us
The universe is in your eyes
(It exists in processing; God's the background)
After this life, the energy Pole - and the eyes -
Allow Consciousness Pole to arise
They are always together, Dear Heart!
Like background ( or SPACE itself) in art
As crucial as Foreground (the details, the stage)
WE love the Energy Pole for love is in the eyes
But then we call Space, THE Background, "DEATH."
No Dear Heart, Space is the Ground of Being
"Thou shalt make no idols before Me."
I like watching from the sidelines
Studying the shapes of people
The way a mouth moves as words are spoken
The soft or dramatic light that flickers in their eyes when they recognize a familiar face
I watch body language settle into comfort
Or tense with nervousness
There’s something fulfilling in seeing conversations
Without hearing them
In witnessing emotions shift as time passes
And wondering what unseen moment created them
I’ve always loved the way my father tells stories
How reminiscing seems to bring him closer to youth
The shape of his face when he laughs
while recalling the playful trouble of his younger days
Always paired with over animated hands
As if the memories need help finding their way out
The differences in people are endless
Interacting with others
Or alone within themselves
Unaware they’re completely exposed and telling all
I understand more when I can sit quietly
and study the natural way someone moves
Like the pause where they physically weigh a thought
Before responding, before choosing
And sometimes without thinking at all
And that’s why I don’t mind being an extra
in the background of someone else’s scene
In fact, I think I prefer it
Sometimes a soft and most pleasant serene melody,
other times a full blown out all scale orchestrated symphony,
but always depicting Nature and Wildlife not only accuratly,
but also radiantly beautiful in its magnificence musically,
the way Nature and Wildlife is always heard by me,
whenever Nature and Wildlife are too far to be seen.
I wish I could include in my music library,
all the background music used in Nature and Wildlife documentaries,
but such compositions are very rarely released.
Too bad, I find the music so moving emotionally with what I've seen visually,
that just listening to the music alone afterward is still enough to move me.
Andrew Wesley Legan does not publish poems online. Just responding here to a comment, because I don't publish poems and would not like to be associated with someone else's poetry... There are multiple Andrew Legan on internet. If I published poems they would be about cool animals!
"Waltz Across Texas With Me"
Comes violining through my mind.
I may be the only one in the world
With background music of that kind.
Ever since I was a little shaver
The background music's been there
But when I mention it to others
They just raise an eyebrow and stare.
It's not like I'm looking for it
It just melodies in unbidden
A secret source, a covert concert,
The rhyme and the reason are hidden.
Sometimes it was kind of funny
From times now past and gone
For in battle it was the William Tell Overture
Exciting me, urging me on.
The Colonel Bogey March
And Richard Wagner's War Horses,
The music always appropriate
And I never wondered the sources.
But mostly these days the music has changed
And I'm hearing a lot of hymns.
This old machine is getting older
And I'm running on the rims.
I thank God for the background music
That lifts me above the herds.
So if you hear a humming sound,
Relax, I just forgot the words.
by E. Marshall Evans
My background story is that I was born to be a lover
Because I’m the only child of my Dads and my Mothers
I cry sometimes even though I’m grown
Just to get my way because that’s all I have ever known
I’m not a dreamer but I am a visionary
And my thoughts I carry
I can imagine the future
Like a telecommuter
My visions start at home
After coming up with visions A, B, C and D
I charge a decent fee
Because in my confident mind there’s no other like me
And when they come into fruition
Giddy-up, Giddy-up
Here comes my commission
What a wonderful position
If God did not play Hide & Seek with us
We would see GOD, all of God, nothing else!
So He hides, then gets more elaborate at hiding;
To humans He seems reluctant to be found - as it were -
Those who seek in earnest, will find Him
Because the Game has to end ... and begin again
This is what common people, unschooled, know
Jesus revealed as much about Abba Father; played it best
So,
if you
like to play
music while you
make love; choose
a live album – you’re
guaranteed to get some
applause every five minutes
A posture of integrity
A sunset in the background
A conquest left behind
A sea of fire to come back
A woman turned its back on it
A boy cried in her arms
A fleck in her cheek
A run to the street
A desperate cry
A bomb inside
A child in need
A useless creed
Alas! is the clamoring
At last! is the saving
At least is what follows
A lot is the burden
Ash is the mood
Another heaving is not aloof.
A help when its opportune
As a fee that is never renewed
waves of silver foam
crashing, roaring, call me home
where i once belonged
I
What grabs human attention?
The same things that bats & birds attend
"What's moving," not what's at peace, still
"The dangers," not the rest of vast sea
"Foreground," not Foundations, 'background'
So too, with space and sky, we see light, not space
II
Like bat, bird, tables - we are molecules
Molecular structure cannot be The Human
Though we share chemicals, particles, atoms
The You is a pattern, recognized even as U grow
Change your body, hair, teeth, face, inside weekly
The waves that oscillate as your life, is You
Not your beautiful face or height, or smile. Smile!
Oh universe ye tellst to us thy tale,
thy megaphone part of a second old
fills all the vacuum in microwave
throughout the space ye darest to unfold.
So then more time passed than words might describe,
diverted by their dating with the stars
thy low cry was lost "electronics noise",
forgivest the limits of the species!
Fortune by their hunger of publishing
a profet's word of thy construct was found
the story of the beginning within
the silent global continuous sound.
The big bang of concept when theory
meets experience not scientist fear.