Concert Poems | Examples

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Premium Member country concert in the hills

as the saying goes "the hills come alive with music"

Premium Member country concert

country music, alcohol and cladly dressed young people

Premium Member A WATER WEBBING CONCERT

A WATER WEBBING CONCERT 

Went down to the lake.
The air was filled with quacking: 
Such peaceful streaming:-


No Whispered Enamourings - at the concert

With his violin placed there
Note you, shouldered
Both soft and intense, as close
As palpable
That, there held stable
What is for my own features
As expressive.
Artist in travail! Trying
To pluck out a sweet tune in
Wood; unresponsive.

Premium Member Squeaks best concert ever

Ebony Velvet, Mrs. Tee’s sneaky black cat
Heard Beethoven’s Fifth, yesterday in the flat
He sneaked around the corner and gave a little peek
her nemesis was playing an instrument, his name was Squeak

Ebony Velvet could have easily reached in and grabbed him as a snack.
She had attempted to do this before, she was fantastic at an attack
But the music was heavenly, so she closed her eyes and gave a rest.
“My best concert ever,” said Squeak. “Simply the best!”

Premium Member Free concert

I'll never possibly fall asleep.
This mosquito is playing his tune nonstop.
Thinks he's at Metropolitan Opera.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2026


Premium Member Concert Shoes

My smile matches the old laces worn,
dirty and on fire from this last concert.
A new spot stained my favorite shoes.

It’s scarred the soles of these shoes,
all these pits and the devil horns worn.
Through every set, at every concert.

Feenin’ for just one more concert,
these steel toed built so tough shoes.
Soul’s thrown down, beaten, and worn.

I’ve walked a mile in worn concert shoes.

Matildas Concert in Hinde

Movement Shod
Heeling halt
Abbreviated democracy
Flank in route

Gaurd maneuver out

Folded company

Beret for address

Redress complete

Back in Britain

Marina Ann Hantzis

Princess Matilda

Vulnerable Matilda Prodigy

Florence of the ash reddened twine Nightengale

Graphic design
I come from a brass adorned general
We don't resemble excess points
I am exit of branch in brass adjacent brad
Minute brigadier
Halt
Ag is creation
In duration of appointment
Grass is yawn
Foreign testimony
Irresolute burden

Friendly visions 1

The refusal of hindrance
Nulled void in presence of buddha

Blvd.

Bill of ardent
Assembly of literature budget
Education boundary activities
25th hour calls on sight

Night of the James Taylor Concert during Freshman Year at College

My friend most beautiful
sat shoulder to shoulder with me
after the lights went low
and the show began.

We took in ballad after ballad
the tender voice hour after hour
and a spell was cast.

The song of Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
spoke to me— I could almost cry.

I glanced at her
and she looked straight ahead.

This was the night I wanted for months
although we had some casual dates

o the times when I pleaded for more

but tonight she was so tender
when I put my arm around her shoulder.

I knew the night was good for her
when we stepped out the elevator
onto her dormitory floor
and the music resonated in my mind.

The taste of her kiss was so sweet
on that special night.

She must have known
it was our last.

Premium Member Stain, Statue and Concert

Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron

ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning

probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer

to deliver dinner.  Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of

eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.

I’ll eat in the early afternoon
and get a lift
to see Cheap Trick &

Rod Stewart. Not the cheap
seats, but the special ones
saved for the limo driver’s guests;

he will be chatting it up
behind the stage or
just standing by.

I can’t get past a couple
pages, having stopped
at the blot. A library lie

that these hard-covered words
are all mine, well his;
a-muse-d at a blank page,

how I’ve filled its plate,
and how
I will separate
my pie from my eye.

Due to be a Good One

I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!

Big Ben

When asked, 'If the orchestra conductor
had made an effort more concerted
not to miss the concert
and a sordid scene averted,
would he have been less disconcerted?'
"Don’t ask me, I’m only the drummer,"
replied I in chagrin.
And, altho' the name of my favourite band
is the one I am currently in,
I do like the sound of the moniker, 'Big Ben,'
it's music to my ears and have to admit,
it has a certain ring to it."
As it appeals one feels it would sell well as a bell
(at fifteen point one short tons)
and wake everyone with its loud knell.

after the concert

After the concert

Now, in the afternoon of my life
My thoughts are about love and romance
These pesky things are disturbing 
My tough exterior makes me soft and weepy
When no one looked is now in front and
Naked I appear; yes, you old fool 
Words of love and music for the heart
Make me cry and loosen the knot of old
Resentment tells me nothing matters
Except loving someone and not being afraid
Love is the freedom that gladdens the
Tired heart and cleanses the dust that fell
On wisdom and truth

Premium Member It's Called a Rock Concert, Mom

    A rowdy, rollicking time 
        writhing in fresh mud and slime

     A pig might even call it ‘a bath’
        ~ didn’t mitigate mom’s wrath

Premium Member The Concert


moonlight and a Parisian concert ~ floating along the Seine, inert

primary colors on canvas spilled ~ artist's perspective was fulfilled

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