Best Musical Note Poems
Poetry
Is not the poem
Is not the poet
Is the observations
Is the emotions
Is the diversity. entwined
Opposing views always sought
Is the love
Is the hate
Is the sadness
Of losing to fate
Is the laughter
Of a child’s dreams
Is the love
That is sometimes unseen
Except by the poet
Who in his lonely sadness sees
The beauty of all
That surrounds the depression in he
In Poetry
I died
Long ago
My heart something broke
I became cold
I cried
For childhood days gone by
I died
A million ways
Now I write
From down below
Where darkness is the sea
That I sail in eternity
Of in the distance
I heard the notes of a symphony
So now as I sleep
A thousand deaths
I hope
For that one musical note
To wake me up
Heart and soul
The soul vibrates like a musical note
plucked by the changing universe of life
and within this realm, our conscious will float
with love as our true sword, we'll battle strife
we are the love born connected to all
to fight the dark if we wish to be whole
the conquered darkness we allow to fall
then seek the divine, and placed on love's scroll
names which are written, threads which are woven
to be a universal sacred cloth
where all of the love is interwoven
to protect our souls against demon's wroth
like water, we flow without any form
our souls merge with love, to be a light warm
5/28/22
contest Unity Consciousness
how do i breathe
when you are my air
i am lost & incomplete
without your calm voice..
inside, i shake uncontrollably
as tears stain my face,
no longer an us now only me
is more than i can bear..
loving thoughts of you
are a deep & painful memory
of the sacred bond we shared
consumed with grief i rock and rock..
curled tightly in a ball
on a cold unforgiving floor
arms cocoon my quivering body
emptiness overwhelms me..
i love you
the loss consumes me
i am scared i feel nothing
where love lived joyfully
is now a black & desolate void..
you blessed me with your love
i was the luckiest girl on the planet
without you there is no me
when do i begin to feel simply feel..
there is no poetry nor musical note
the only audible sound
is my heart breaking
piece by piece..
i gave myself to you
with honour & respect
you were the first man
who truly saw me for me..
your beautiful mind
& beguiling charm
guided me tenderly with care,
i felt safe i felt
with all that i am
to the core of my being
my hand is yours eternally
it is you i cherish and adore.
i love you
Once sheltered from the
Beaming rays of dawn,
Closed eyelids view the
Multi-colored hues.
First seen, bright aqua
Blended with chartreuse,
Then divine peach which
Crimson fades into.
A green like no earthly
Color I have seen
Lingers and I am
Consumed with delight,
Feeling that glorious
Shade penetrate
Into my body and
Soul’s inner sight.
A spark of pink soon
Appears to ignite
And morphs into a fuchsia
Floral bloom. . .
A peaceful shade
To meditate upon.
Relax in Nature’s fresh air
In warm sun
Should you desire to bathe
In rainbow’s light.
Each color vibrates
To a musical note
And with them all, my
Joyous soul takes flight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: I wrote this poem after bathing in the sun on our deck with
my eyes closed as these enchanted colors appeared.
As a melody linger in her mind
She holds her violin closely
As musical notes in black and white are defined
Soon, her violin buzzes with "Flight of The Bumblebee"
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
As she holds her violin closely
After that flight, a rendition of "Ode To Joy'
As her violin speaks to symphonies divine
Her bow swift and bold, her smile coy
Her violin exhales Beethoven's Sonata Number Nine
As she inhales the melodic flow
Her violin speaks to symphonies divine
While she deftly strokes her bow
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As she inhales the melodic flow
She sees the color of each musical note
As a melody lingers in her mind
She plays the classics great composers wrote
As notes in black and white are defined
Born within a hardened shell
That hangs between the greenest leaves
To grow soft wings, then say farewell
Then fly upon the softest breeze
With lonely flight above the ground
They dance without a musical note
On wings that flutter, make no sound
Butterflies bright, they seem to float
On winds aloft they hang in air
To move among each colored flower
Where life is fragile, unaware
And nectar sweet, they devour
contest Butterflies Among Us
OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA
the best firecracker
otherworldly seven hues
hiss, cackle, kaboom
Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue calligraphy that Sister Cecilia would have hated. Each color, as my mood dictates would jettison from my mind to paper as a musical note, with hieroglyphic fervor. In unity and uniqueness as my lyrical words ignite each heart…each pen imparts the idea that never ends, heart to heart, light and dark, dear poet.
breathless, eternal
wax that never defuses
its bittersweet light
I can hardly stop to cross the t’s and dot the i’s. You, dear loves, like stars grab on - you little prince(s)! You travel light with faeries and dragons light as silk and mighty as giants. We muse together through the galaxy and time. In Athens, we sit down a moment to hear Saint Paul say, “For in him we live and move and have our being. As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’”
baptism of seeds
in the only plot we know —
glorious setting
inner poet can’t contain
as we head out of the grave
Sincerely, as we begin our journey, it never ends — it goes on and on with friends. Sparks fly - serious, silly, frolicking, frenetic and holy.
let not ruler scowl -
repeat curlicues fifty
times to accomplish your dreams
11/30/2021
Haibun- With A Message
Sponsor: Charles Messina
To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.
Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful eye alters circumstance.
Notice head and heart, stand apart,
misaligned from the pulse of love,
so simply tightening soul’s strings,
they begin to act hand in glove.
Choosing consciousness correction,
fixating on God our focus,
shifts life’s course and our direction,
flowing along the love locus.
Tension buildup can be useful,
if employed for a higher cause,
which reworded simply requires,
putting flow of desires on pause.
Desires exhumed, our thoughts too cease,
then ego dies, since it’s unfed,
whereupon we flow like the breeze,
love energised, by bliss beats led.
Life as a charm I wear on my arm
silver heart I wear as my internal alarm
to wake up to the sunshine that's never to fade
and those who have fun have it made
smile charm I wear for happiness so real
this one all can have, so this one please steal
unicorn charm to frolic through the meadow
clovers in abundance through which my bike I pedal
meditations so sweet, my own retreat
imagery of daisies, glories, and lilacs so sweet
musical note charm follow's with my tunes
classical melodies that end all too soon
in the quitude of a mellow night
all by myself, the chorus to hold on tight
life is a lot like charms I wear on my arm
all the symbols we love; like mom charm
lets' us know life is such a gifted charm
therefore, we must disarm, like a farm
A choir of Angels in heaven plays
Angelic pastorale music with golden harps and amaze
With musical note that sings
On vibrating strings
Every string tenderly, caress, and plucked deepen and overwhelm
Its echoes, relished, and hearken throughout the heavenly realm
By: Eve Roper
2/25/2015
You played a romantic tune on the chord of my heart.
Such blissful melody only true love can impart.
I could feel the booming love beat flowing through my veins.
Each drop of my blood is in rhythm of your love's reign.
You saturated me with your love, you're my sweetheart.
I am bound to the sacred music of our love chart,
playing every musical note of love part by part.
Every upbeat of our love is leading to new gains.
You played a romantic tune…
We are in the musical track of our love, apart
from the world looking for an ecstasy to depart.
We are together in harmony as one, not twain.
Pitch of our rollicking lovely music is insane.
It turned out to be an eternal grandiose art.
You played a romantic tune…
08/27/2016
Note : For the contest (Best love poem ever) by Laura Loo.
*Placed Second*
Lately I find the ink of my pen dried
scarce of thoughts and emotions
that comes flowing naturally
from the core of my heart
I miss the raging feelings
and endless stirrings
that rise higher
and dive deeper as they come
Like a dance that sway up and down
to the beat of the music
or of a musical note
that ascend and descend
in a crescendo and diminuendo
feelings and emotions that were dancing
to the tune of life's beat and rhythm
are silent and asleep
I feel a steadying calmness
an interlude from this medley
that puts my heart at rest
Serenity fills me now
confident and secure
in knowing that life like a balance
can tip high and low but cannot sink me
I can dance through life without fear
of falling and drowning in its complexities
as I have someone
who needs and loves me
arms to pick me up and lift me
a hand to hold and guide me
a faith that is strong to sustain me
a hope that never dims inside me
This love is pure and for you alone.
This love held precious in a sacred realm.
This love is comfort worthy to be called home.
This love is a jewel and yours to own.
How deep is this love?There is no measure.
How deep the yearning that your eyes embrace?
How deep the meaning to share its treasure?
How deep are the roots when hearts interlace?
My love's a bollard to your tethered heart.
My love's a soft feather on your soul's wings.
My love's a fragrant scent that won't depart.
My love's a musical note the heart sings.
I shall embrace you with my love so strong.
I shall caress you as the years grow long.
contest How do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways
2/10/16
sunrise burst forth
like a musical note from
the keys of a jazz piano
C. Alvez
HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE
Once upon her entering and exiting
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,
No adjustments needed...
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in every room, claiming, stealing all attention
Gorgeous green eyed-snake women start hissing,
Salivating, half-dog half-men, jaws stuck, stalled
Remember her...Oh, don't they all?
She and I, sometimes engage in
A carefully unscripted conversation
And so from mine own imagination...I will share
She leaves the world, with rare...souvenirs
Letting us know she was near
A trace of her intimidating yet inviting, invisible scent
Where her valuable diamond time was spent
But none free to spare
A lost, left behind, strand of hair
A walking razor
Her shadow click-clacks in,
Legs, classily crossed ladylike, saddled that lucky chair
Sipped only a pair of cocktails,
Her figure a musical note, a cursive signature,
Her FORM flows, dips smooth and full
Stunning, so easily capturing us all
Her smile, does accurately spell
The wonderful definition of the word Beautiful...
Look her up in the dictionary my friend
For she is a non-fictional woman
Strong-her world has gravitational pull you apart
Aquarius without a speck of ugliness
In February she effortlessly
Valentines a fool's heart
Can never look messily
That is quite improbably, an impossibility
Surreally painted together perfectly
Like a Dali nude canvass on art,
Breathing...responding...moving
Wonderful Mother Nature, knew exactly what she was doing
Marvelously done, on her part.