Best Soundtrack Poems
You manage to sneak
your way into every line of every song,
every rise and fall of the volume,
every repetition of a phrase,
and once you’re there, I play your face
along with the arpeggios.
Your smile becomes a musical phrase,
your laugh becomes a giggle of drums,
your scent the smooth, seamless transition
between tracks. And when the album ends,
leaving me in silence, in lonely darkness,
I feel you in the bed next to me,
whispering my name.
Heresy...spell of the gods and the angelically demonic last temptation and passion of jesus christ superstar of montreal corpus christi and paris....
Or....the Writings Of Lewis Findley
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Lucilla invictus sings her song and opens her door
A bright chartreuce caboose as she waltzes cross the floor/?
Or maybe one of rising sun happy and mellow
Beware for the clockwork is bright orange o that fellow
Red alert. And rockets fired across the entire earth
Soon I am marooned and teran to give birth
Zero hour nuclear night ...grandeose of sorrow
Two days have passed...it is the first day past. The morrow
Now the truce is called , it was all .....in retrospect...somewhat scary
The next generation tahes the reins as I go to sanctuary
(the bells of St.John the Baptist, Devizes, go Pete Tong)
Sunday, summer, church bells chiming
Ringing patterns, sounding light
Ancient forms of echo, rhyming
Complex rhythms, bounded, tight
Resounding voices throng the breeze
As tower captains keep in time
Wise bells with personalities
In sacred music, old, sublime
Last month the bells went out of sync
And changed the soundtrack of the town
No one heard but me, I think, but
‘Twas the Stranglers, “Golden Brown”
(dum, dum, di dumdumdum...)
by Gail
When you play a little Marvin Gaye,
And you mix it up with some Tupac.
You throw in a little Whitney and then
You add just a little Mariah Carey,
Some Ludacris, Some Mary Mary.
Throw in some Fred Hammond,
Aaliyah, Tank, Kirk Franklin,
And Raheem Devaugn's "Woman".
A little Dwele and Common,
Mos Def, Avant and
Gym Class Heroes.
Play some Ray Charles,
Heart, Queen, Ella Fitzgerald,
Paramore, Hawthorne Heights, Musiq Soulchild,
Poison, Case, Rascal Flatts,
Etta James, Louis Armstrong and mix that
With a little DMX and Christina Aguilera,
Destiny's Child, Timbaland the hitmaker,
Chris Brown, Anthony Hamilton, J Moss, Jill Scott.
Mix it up and then you've got
The soundtrack to my life.
I like hearing hip-hop, jazz, blues, pop
The metal and rock
The gospel, soul, slow jams of old r&b
and yeah sometimes a little orchestra and symphony
I like them all
I would play them once and rewind to play them back
But sometimes I take out the earphones
To listens to the days soundtrack
I walk up my street
Listening as my heart supplies a beat
Changing rhythm to the pace of the fall of my feet
It beats like a drum
And the bees begin to hum
To the flowers in bloom
The wind’s whistle tickles the leaves
Of the trees that sway to the tune
Birds of all kinds sing a chorus for me to hear
As their soft songs fill my ears
the dog from a street over opens his jowls
And let’s loose his off-keys howls
Engines growl as cars began to prowl
A jet roars as it soars through the skies
And then there’s laughter and yells from little kids playing outside
I listen as these sounds surround me
And I accept their embrace
This ain’t ordinary music
This is the days
Soundtrack
You know, there's always a song that takes me back
To a year, so long before
It's not always a top ten song
That hits my very core
It just grabs me and transports me
Back in time while standing still
It might take me to a good place
Release a memory I should kill
But, my soundtrack is different
It's not just music in my mind
There's sounds that make my playlist up
Sounds of a different kind
A baseball smacking leather
God, that sets me free
Some good, some bad, some coaching
Some involve my screwed up knee
The click on every eight track
When it switches channels to play on
Brings back those early mornings
when the house cleaning was done
But, music, yes the music
makes a large part of my list
Some take me back to dances
And the girls I never kissed
The good songs stretch my senses
Make me smell things from the past
The memories still linger
While the music didn't last
Sirens, car wrecks, yelling
Have their place on my list too
It's not music to most people
It made my list though, who knew?
A sound as small as raindrops
Take me back to a morning when
I stood on line with a hundred others
Brave women and brave men
Cornwallis, Nova Scotia
rain and U2 take me on a track
To basic training on the east coast
Wow, that's 25 years back
A car crash and a siren
Takes me to when I met my wife
This was on the television
when Princess Di, she lost her life
So, my soundtrack is eclectic
It's not just music fuels my trips
It might be a golf ball bouncing
That takes me through a time warp slip
A song, that's just too easy
Everyone has one of those
But, can you travel back, oh, 30 years
When someone blows their nose?
There's more sounds that effect me
But, those I think I'll hide
I will write about them later
And I will take you on that ride
In 50 years of living
Lots of sounds have hit my ears
We'll sit and chat about them
One day over a few beers....
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
I hit the ground flat when I stumbled
But found a way to bounce back from my troubles
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
Most days I'm too scared and paranoid to go out because of anxiety
When I find the strength to leave the house, I get judged by society
People will beat you down, call you names and put labels on your head
Then have the nerve to act upset when you end up dead
In a world full of hypocrites and hateful people I don't trust a soul
They say they'll help you up and then cut the rope
They'll laugh while you're down instead of giving you a hand up
I let them laugh at my falls, because I always find a way to stand up
Some ask why I have so many tattoos, I reply what does it matter to you?
Then they have the nerve to ask me why I have such an attitude
I tell them to mind their own business and take a drink
To everyone who wrote me off, that ended up being a waste of ink
To answer the tattoo question, I got all my self harm scars inked over
Made a lot of mistakes because there's a lot of things I didn't think over
I'll eventually move on from that girl I'm having a drink over
But how are people who watched me drown and laughed going to say I always find a way to sink lower?
Because I wear Hoodies and Fitted caps I deserve some kind of judgement
well this tattooed, hoody wearing tattooed, bipolar weird man writes with substance
So go ahead and judge because you don't know who I am
You'll make your own judgement even though I show who I am
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
I hit the ground flat when I stumbled
But found a way to bounce back from my troubles
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
A baby cries, the ferry toots;
A dog will not stop yapping.
A sparrow chirps, the traffic hums;
A flag is gently flapping.
A jogger’s footfalls pound the path;
A motorboat goes chugging.
A barge, though large, makes quiet splashes
With its tugboat tugging.
Bits of conversations drift;
A radio starts blasting.
Urban peace is something that
You cannot count on lasting.
Still, out on the esplanade,
In sunshine, all is pretty,
As here I sit and listen to
The soundtrack of the city.
Music
Can be the soundtrack of the soul
Music can make you dance
....Makes you feel free
Music
It speaks to you
In many ways
Can make you laugh
Or cry
Music
I luv it
Makes me feel
-Free
Makes me wanna
dance and sing
Music
I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.
These footsteps are a dotted line
A pulsating heartbeat on a timeline
Your curiosity fills in the blank spots
Guessing which stereotype‘s my blind spot
You can plot a healthy graph from my bounce
I own the future today ‘cos, “you only live once”
I believe in the streets, live on the beat
I was born ready so bring on the heat
My words are like sirens and teargas
They water eyes and numb earshot targets
The lovechild of Botha and Madiba in a steamer
My forefathers were visionaries so I’m just a dreamer
A polarized blend of explosive flavours
When love meets hate, call it jungle fever
Conscientised to awaken from this oppressive Matrix
As the sands of time cover my tracks, I uncover a soundtrack
Its like I see you thorough a closed window
such perfection and no fogged up glass to distort you
It kills me that I cannot touch what is so close
I almost wish I could pull down the shades
and give this up this quest once and for all.
But there is something about you that I can't shake
You make me feel like a kid again
watch me make cookies in my easy bake.
Your my hearts favorite song, my eyes favorite make.
I model for you every time your in my face.
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for your love.
And I try not to invest too many feelings
because I know in the end what's at stake.
I keep doing it again and again to myself
like a stupid repetitive chorus. I visit you
so much in my mind and heart you could
have sworn that I was a tourist.
When the tears come down my eyes I search for a thesuarus.
Some word, some definition to help me comprehend
why I feel this way.
And when it comes to you there
isn't another soul that I am more afraid. I wish I could
wish this all a way. But this is the soundtrack to my heart
and it's forever on replay.
I'm not good at talking, so I use my pen to express my broken heart
Feeling's die and I know some people grow apart
Maybe I should hide my pain, but I'd rather show my scars
This is the soundtrack to my broken heart
When people constantly let you down it eventually holds weight
People always want to bring up old mistakes
People are only around when I'm good but didn't offer me warmth on my cold days
And you wonder why I keep my heart locked and my soul caged
I tried to hide my flaws because she only wanted the good parts of me
She said she'd help to heal me but added more scars on me
Cupid did more damage than good so now I have an invisible wall guarding me
I'm just trying to overcome this hurt so don't expect this to be wrote artfully
I had my heart locked but she broke in
took what she wanted and left without showing any emotion
But the thing that hurts me most
is now she's saying she misses the old me yet she was the one who broke him
Cupid is my enemy now, he gave me a good beating down
Gave her my all and it wasn't enough to keep her around
I'm sitting here missing you while you get naked for him
When it all goes wrong don't come crying to me about the time you wasted on him
Haven't spoken to my sister in years her and my brother's on smack
I used to be a self-harm addict but I'm 6 years recovered from that
My scars are hidden because I'm covered in tatts
I'm tired of people telling me how to cope when they haven't suffered my past
Listening to Linkin Park while I walk my broken path
I'd trade myself just to bring Chester back
These are the tears of a broken man trying to remember how to smile
I'd rather let you see me naked, because dressing it up has gone out of style
You know that new Halloween movie coming out in October, well this is the soundtrack
The only difference is I have the audacity to kill Poetry without masks
My pen is sharper than Michael Myers knife and I've also put my surgical gloves on
Pieces of paper from my pad laying on the floor to put your blood on
I'm not even the violent type
But my pen will cause so much destruction that it can't be a silent night
My mind games will drive you Insane, but you'll secretly enjoy being the passenger
The torturing will be so much that you'll wish I was a kind hearted soul like Dracula
The poetical Michael Myers is here to cause a Halloween massacre
You think I'm lying and that I'm bluffing?
Well I used Freddy Krueger's fingers to cut the pumpkin
You can't kill me, I won't vanish
You can try, but you won't manage
I can survive any amount of damage
What are you going to do to a Monster who uses Jason Voorhees machete to make a sandwich?
If you don't like Horror movies then you best leave
Freddy Krueger made you want to have less sleep
This isn't your typical Horror movie, where there's a flickering light and someone dies during a sex scene
It's worse, because everytime I write a rhyme on paper it will make your flesh bleed
So I literally make sure everything I write on the page is felt
It'll cause Freddy to die in his own dream while he's dreaming about being as great as myself
I birthed a generation of copycats in other movies
But none of those mattered because they couldn't reproduce me
You can hide to try and last longer
I may disappear from time to time, but it's only to come back stronger
And I'll stay in your mind forever so you can't lose me
I know it hurts, and reading this will cause blood to come from your eyes
Because you just realised that Michael Myers won't die
And there's nothing that can be done about it
Everyone loses their minds and becomes dumb about it
You won't escape Michael's clutches once he has a hold of you
Nice people don't last, it won't matter if you have the warmest heart in the coldest room
I know everything about you, without anyone sharing out your info
You can lock your door, just to find me staring through your window
I just killed poetry without a mask
Michael Myers is back, and this poem is the New Halloween movie soundtrack
The soundtrack of “Hamilton”
Gives me a lift
Which is better, to me,
Than a typical gift.
From the opening chords
(Which repeat several times),
I am steeped in delight
By the music and rhymes.
Sitting still’s not a choice
When the rapping begins
And no matter your tastes,
Every listener wins.
If you’ve somehow missed out,
Please take me at my word
For the “Hamilton” songs
Are the best you’ll have heard.