Best Musics Poems
Muted spring tunes, in blush
Glides softly on the strings
between the seasons
Nickel-plated steel springs become soft
A lush, colorful atmosphere
whirls around your head
Feminine details are being unpacked
channeling eternal muses
Freshly labels, touring relentlessly
With impressive powers,
snowdrops break through the snow
Spring is obviously ready and ambitious
Musics universe is infinite
the listener is free to interpret
Play orchestra, play
Categories:
musics, beauty, nature, seasons, spring,
Form:
Free verse
The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.
Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
Compiling the days that define myself to myself
Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
Building up a narrative.
So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.
Childhood: Flash
Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
Empty Nest: Flash.
Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me
The particles dance and shift
Cells die to be replaced
The face in the mirror becomes my father's
Molecule by molecule
With each passing instant.
The particles dance and shift
Moving back towards the dark unknown
From which they came,
Yet somehow in the midst of it
The I that was
And am
And shall be
Remains to watch the long parade unfold.
And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -
And then, my fellow marchers,
O my many, varied Loves,
On that last Winter's day,
Where will we be,
Where will we be?
What musics shall we hear?
What wonders might we see?
Categories:
musics, death, growing up, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I put up the tree for all to see
although you won't be here with me
The bubble lights are shining bright
I leave them on throughout the night
I decorate with Gold and Red
your favorite colors I think you said
I even placed a dove or two
upon the mantel here for you
I thought we'd share our Christmas dear
instead your there and I am here
The Christmas musics playing low
the fireplace is all a glow
I took and hung some mistletoe
although your kiss I'll never know
I know its over I know were through
I guess I can't help missing you
This Christmas eve when the tree is lit
please think of me a little bit
Although we may be miles apart
I'll celebrate within my heart...
Categories:
musics, lost lovechristmas, tree, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Boricuuuaaaaaaa pa que lo
sepa. White rice and beans on
the dinner plate got yelled at
by your mom for being 10
minutes late . el coqui you hear
at night the coquito you drink
during Christmas time . Los
timbales hasta La conga musics
in our blood el ritmo nos
Levanta. Familia Es todo and
when times are rough we count
on each other . From el morro
to el yunce Los boricuas
sabemos hacer arroz con dulce
.frankie Ruiz to Marc Anthony
all these salseros will go down
in history .the beautiful
beaches in San Juan sipping on
that Puerto Rican rum ,
dominoe games with the old
timers yelling CAPICU ahora
ganas tu. Puerto Rico se llama
la isla del encanto y cuando
muere alguien rezamos a
nuestro santo. La mujeres son
bella y los hombres son guapo.
El orgullo de ser boricua. No es
tu nacionalidad tipica. Sabemos
cocinar y bailar hasta la muerte
será boricua
Categories:
musics, people
Form:
ABC
I am the man you cannot know,
I'd like to get acquainted, though.
I am the man who dreams the dreams
And believes they will come true,
I am the man who dreams of love,
And who maybe dreams of you.
I am a man who still must grow,
And in many ways, a child,
And not like other men you know--
But funny, fierce--and mild.
And I believe in fairy tales
And in candlelight for two--
In waterfalls, and moonlight strolls
And in roses laced with dew.
I am the man who likes to dance,
But when the musics slow--
Swaying to the rhythm sweet,
The lights made soft, and low.
And some say I'm a poet--
A romantic if you will,
Who turns a phrase in playful ways,
And likely always will.
And I believe in summer nights,
And in the stars above--
In rainy days, and Broadway plays...
But most of all, in love!
--Mel
Categories:
musics, love,
Form:
Couplet
Twin sweethearts melted into one, as soft skins swirled,
Stars sparkled as a sensual scenery skewed to the skies,
dearest duo drowned into the depth of a delightful dream
dancing to a duel duet and drumbeats of doped desire at dusk.
Wildness wielded from the womb of wholesome wishes,
walking in worlds of wonders, wooing wetness and warmth,
only to resume to the realms of reality after the rain of romance,
relishing the rarest rays of the Rainbow's radiance.
Filled with the freshest of feeling, under the fountain of fire,
nicely nursing a nude nature, nurturing a nifty need at night
till a yellow moon in a white morn mutter melodious musics...
to two sensual souls soaked in a speechless sensation,
swimming in the stream of serenity with sensible stupidity.
(c) 2012.Adeleke Adeite
Categories:
musics, love, romance, sensual,
Form:
Alliteration
In slow dance, whispering conversation
Musics allowing bodily observations
Excited minds becoming so enticed
Firmness appears, pert as if iced
To her shoulders I lay a kiss, now more
Her naturally tanned skin, I so adore
Clothing I now loosen, slowly falls
Hands clasping tighter, only sighs call
In wandering roam, undulations I touch
Curvaceous boundaries, allowed, I clutch
Gentle caress I, glossed lips blessed
Her hands take mine, firmly caressed
She turns whispering, I to kiss her nape
Her naturally tanned skin, near naked drape
Down her spine I kiss and lick, hands gripped
Summer dress, her panties, tenderly slip
Clothed I am, into my arms she
Carried to silken sheets, where we're to be
I lay her down, on a bed of scented roses
Pinked and pert she is, arched, heavens close
Astride she I sit, shirt ripped, buttons ping
My head to her breasts, suckling, she sings
Hands in wanting more, naked to bare are we
Entwined we are, like Ivy caresses the tree
Carnal cave desired, excites the man in me
Richly pinked scented, invited I am thee
Nails entice my urge, me into she feels me
Her moistness welcomes, internally I be
Ferocious kisses amidst writhing souls
Rhythmic thrusting hips, grinding goals
Synergistic together, freely releases we
Lusted, sweated join, exhausted decree
.
Categories:
musics, friendship, people, places, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
Salve for the soul in healing sound
Rhythms balm spreads in division
Lifts the hour high
Explodes the troubled mind to calm
Birds Interpret song on wild notes
Orchestrations with crescendos fly
Rise with symphonic melted hearts
Murmuring violins, strings together, meld
Overtures dawn with the song respond
Repeating every measure operatic
Movements operate on scores created
On levels not recorded simply on their merit
Far from civilization primal saxophones blast
Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants
Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate
Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax
Falling rain that drops one note away
Stay up any way
Try not to reason with the rain
On pastures pure meandering
Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead
Bring them back to life with melodies
Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds
Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat
Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony
Grow closer to an open concert stage
Quiver for an instant explanation
One that never came
Nearer than you will ever be
To solid ground in symphony
Feel a mystery evolve unsolved
Far from the here and now
There is something in the air not there, perhaps salvation
Far from the common cold, almost a religion, not quite a song
In musics realm, tilted towards the left, the brass section
Trombones for sure to settle the final score finale
Categories:
musics, absence, adventure, appreciation, image,
Form:
Quatrain
-To a Pianist who does not believe emotion and soul
You are sitting in front of your White piano,
Shutter fingers are on the keys.
Your voice penetrated through the air,
Gone with charm and beauty.
You say that you play only with patterns,
I see that feelings in your heart burn,
Kissing the charming tunes of the music,
Such as flame,
In White snow,
Melting the cold,
Feeling the pure.
You say that you do not believe spirit,
I see that a free spirit flying like an angle,
Dancing with the sexy sound of your singing,
Such as snow lotus,
On the snow-capped mountain,
In the clod,
Blossom.
The change of the seasons,
With the greatness of your thoughts,
Changing the world,
Embracing the abundance of your destiny,
Opening to the universe.
Somewhere deep within you,
On the perfect centre of your soul,
Desiring to reach a place,
With peace, love and beauty.
Touching your heart,
It is the secret tenderness,
Inside of you.
You need to ask,
And it should be given,
Like the amazing sound of musics,
Naturally grow,
With unconditional love.
Written by Yunyan (Anita) GU
12.2015
Categories:
musics, blessing, conflict, desire, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
I know a place where imperialism is hated
So much because majority people don't enjoy
From that system.The place is called,
"Africa"...Where many people praying for its death daily.
I know a place where racism is a popular song,
Majority people speaking about racism here and there
That place is called" South Africa." Majority big
Companies & farms own by some people of same race.
I know a place where tribalism is like musics.
Tribal conflicts rise most times in certain countries,
That place is called "Africa." Most masterminds
Of those conflicts and other troubles are outsiders
May 26/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored
by Edward Ibeh
Chosen tlitle: I KNOW A PLACE
Categories:
musics, africa, humor, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Year 2023 is over
As a big speaker of Africa
and africans
I wrote many political poems
about Africa which went viral.
My mediatic declarations through
Africa Up Media 24 went viral on
Tiktok , WhatsApp , and so on.
Many people in the World
heard those messages
and contributed to speak for Africans.
It is a big achievement to me
as a professional "poet" writer
and public speaker
Who always wish
To see the end
Of atrocities
In Africa.
When I convinced many Congolese poets
famous musicians and actors
To expose the problems
of eastern of DRCongo through their works.
I was so happy to hear nice musics
from collaborations of Africans
different musicians
showing the problems
of DRCongo.
I was so happy to watch
Some beautiful collaborations
of some congolese musicians and actors,
singing about the problems of eastern
of DRCongo while acting.
The entire Congolese got attention
of the cruel situations:
1. Seeing how some rapists raped
and killed some innocent women
2. Seeing how some kids are forced
by some rebels in some mines sectors.
3. Seeing how some politicians
created rebellions in suppoort with some foreign
multi- nationals companies.
4.Seeing dead bodies
in different places
of Eastern of DRCongo.
Categories:
musics, africa, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Days spent
limping down
piano keys
and knocking
on cellos
covering my body
with the sheet musics
he left
convinsing myself
a tune is ment
for me
somewhere
played lonely and soft
like Gymnopedie No 1
embracing
a leftover summer night.
© Gry W Christensen
Categories:
musics, feelings, hope, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
The dreams are just before my eyes,
And I can see the forms coming into clarity.
I reach out to take hold of this,
This one desire at this most perfect time.
But you, Susurrous Mind!
Why do you speak?
I am near my sleep
And you cannot just wait til the morn?
Must we now decide to reanalyze all we are,
Figure what we shall keep and discard?
You have broken me now, twice, just today!
I have left my principles for your sake!
See how I write,
This is not my way.
The wearing of days without rest adequate
Has done this, and now I changed my musics?
Let it go, let it be,
My spirit is willing, yes
But my body is weak.
Let the complexities fall away,
Just for this moment.
Be simple so that I do not wander about a labyrinth.
One way in, one way out,
Both ways dealing with all you wish to talk about.
Free-verse and country, what is becoming of me?
Neither true to form no, but that is my sanity.
Holding true, holding fast,
Waiting for my sleep at last.
Take a pill to make me sleep,
We both know I can’t.
But Susurrous Mind,
If you will to keep me awakened
Can it be useful and have studies be undertaken?
Of course not, no!
You must be in control.
Pick up a book and be sent right off,
But it isn’t the rest that I dream of.
This write is from the insomniacal side of me.
I am aware also of my repetitive neology.
Goodnight, goodnight, but not before the fight.
We will wrestle, you will win,
And I maybe get my prize.
Susurrous Mind, keep it down!
I sleep heavy, yes, but your screams silence cannot drown.
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
Categories:
musics, how i feel, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Lyrics sink into my memory
Beat, into my heart,
Music, into my soul.
They stay with me uninvited
They mock me when I’m scared,
And torture me when I’m confused
Blocking out my worries
No matter how important they seems
They scream at the top of their voice
Without missing any dime of the track
Lyrics lures my mind into a lazy reputation
Sinking me deep, deep down into its ocean of scented water
Beats compels me to listen to the rhythmical sound behind the beat
Transporting me far beyond what I behold
Music dazzles the image in my mind causing them to multiply in tons
Thereby overcrowding my brain with maze of mystical ideas
Making it hard to marge up the mystical master piece.
Lyric steals my breath away
Music makes me lose my sanity
lyrics, Beats and Music makes me stop in my track,
And listen over and over again!...
Ah!... how I wish Al-Fruqon will have the same wonderful effect!
Categories:
musics, addiction,
Form:
ABC
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.
Peeping through dah peephole
waving to dah crowd_
doing my best_ not ta get loud.
I keep-a ringing dah doorbell_
could give a shout er yell;
darn things' a'working_
as far as I give tell.
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.
Seeing through dah win'da and whaddaya know_
They’s doing the limbo and dah dirty disco.
Musics' a'playing_ They’s a'dancing the jig
Ole man Thomas' bout to lose his wig.
There’s and ole friend o mine.
chugg-in on tasty moon shine_
while sipping Pete's brandy wine.
N starr-in at dah pretties n fine
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.
Aww smokes alive_ They got Toro cigars_
see-em plucking ashes in dah ole fruit jar_
n havin knee slappin funnin at dah end of dah bar.
Oh darnit to devil_ my unlucky stars
cain't they hear me bangin so_
won't be long_ but I don't know.
Its been a while now just a bit_
Lets turn the knob or jiggle it.
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.
Porch light shi-nin clean in my face_
what's dah password ta-git in dis place?
I can do dah tap, dah twist and dah flip_
Can I pleeease come in for just a sip.
Guard dogs a'barkin all dis time_
Inclined to become friends o mine.
Open up _if you’d be so kind
Or is membership here’s by strange design?
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
Why I keep a'knocking_ just what for?
Cuz whatever I do_ they just ignore.
Categories:
musics, drink, fun, funny, giggle,
Form:
Rhyme