Best Double Bass Poems

APPASSIONATO

He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”

She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.

But she didn’t want to rush things,
The tempo should be slow.
He wished...

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    My dear miss Camella, you move with such grace, 
    And your lips are so sweet, flies swarm round your face   
    When you first...

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An ode must be written to the player of strings
Thanking them for the joy their playing brings
Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings
Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessness the object sings.

Sometimes seated or even when they stand
By pick, by bow or by hand
Played...

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Elegant frequent interludes
Ebony and ivory harmonised 
The maestro raises his hands
A single note from a violin

Reverberates the soul within
Piano keys dance the storm
Conductor's baton waves the way
The orchestra now as one

Vibrations pounding in my heart
Sweet cellos and harps sing
Two dueling clarinets take front stage
Silhouetted angels...

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When I was a boy of two or three,
My dad and cousin said to me;
'You'll be the gee-tar player in a big folk band',
‘'With those six little fingers on your right webbed hand',
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So he went straight out to make me a star,
And he sold his...

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When I awoke, I found I was in a different land
stood amongst trees and flowers made of sand
still holding the tv Tuna in my hand.
I walked in through the Crabs side door
and Floundered, couldn't feel my feet any more
they had gone from right under my...

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Raised up gooseflesh dipped in metal,
a shiver runs right down my spine;
Every emotion they enshrine,
somehow the scream helps me settle;
Please hit that double bass pedal,
I’ll throw you a devil horn sign;
Raised up gooseflesh;
They view me as the jezebel,
a black fishnet flavored outline;
With a head bang...

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In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds
Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds
Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass
Played with webbed fingers and a dash of southern sass
Two of them will face off to see who would headline
Swamp juice and flies...

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You numb my eyes
From tippity-top
To eight count plies
Rhythmic grooves 
Crossing hard waxed floors
Bouncing orange orbs denied	
Double bass pounding, pounding
In my ears
Heart
Pride
Moving like soft water
Untethered sass
Yesterday’s child
Today a Dancer
Numbing eyes...

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Embracing eyes upon sight

Swirling as a whirlwind

Clasping lips together as one

Hearts in sync as a double bass

A Symphony of Violins

Quivering tones of Love

As Bass Woodwinds

With Sounds of Angels harps

Reaching deep into the soul

Beethoven whispering tunes

In this Theater

of Love...

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I’ve got madness turned, all the way up

submerging myself in thundering double-bass

and wrenching screams.

"THOSE WHO RUN, WILL BE BURNED!"

My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door.

Escape.

And then her voice wails over the tiny speakers, calling to me,...

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Washing out the stains,he deceived me into believing that.
A story that stirs the imagination,iam constrained to leave.
He was subject to periods of euphoria and dreadful depression.
Do you call this monstrosity a work of art?
I made sure he was telling the truth.
He addressed himself to the...

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2 Dollar's of Whiskey Bourbon 
My sweet Jubilee, 
To toast

My throat is drier 
Than Country Music Heartache
And tired double bass
In downtown New Orleans's 

Backwater Blues 
Scratching Cotton field tune's 
Backed by Harmonicas and Flutes 

Rag Time,
Swing Time
Jazz Time
Line Dancing

Play that Banjo Boy
Like its the 4th...

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Hanging With The Moon 

Moving to the deep hollow 

rhythm of the double bass 

coupled the with

dance of the piano keys 

and the slow cadence of the guitar strum.

This Master of Jazz carries me away,

off to an old flowing riverboat,

cruising off into the sunset,

taking my...

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Your moods are like sounding boards.
You can sound serious or sad like a cello or double bass,
you can sound aggressive or violent like a bass drum,
heavy and repetitive like a marching drum;
but also cheerful and lively like a piano or a tambourine.
It all depends on...

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