Music Concrete Poems | Examples
These Music Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about Music. These are the best examples of Concrete Music poems written by international poets.
Create to create
Create to flow
Flow to give
Give to receive
Receive to gain
Gain to grow
Grow to love
Love to hate
Hate to love
Love to inspire
Inspire to teach
Teach to Listen
Listen to Speak
Speak to Flow
Flow to Create
Create to Create
Freeze point
fluid is brittle
Now into ice
Temperature
is fluid in deg
Brittle thaws..
Temp is fluid
is temporary
morph eager
morph ready
pause flows..
temp is note
temp in flow
as - fluidous
plays a song
what is alive
water is Life
Living
Notes
Music
Pause
Freez
Pause
Flows
Melts
Notes
Magic.........In
Pulsating beats
Water breathes
...........beneath
....................icy
...................crust
................of frozen
...............incubated
............surface sheet
.........the giver sustains
.......at rest breathing life
......pause between notes
..….the breath beat of Ice
..….listen to musical notes
,,,,,.in the awaited..pause
,,,,,,..quiet patient timed
...........thaw shall play
.................music...
~ metronome~
tick
quick
melodic
measurings
August 7, 2020
6:30pm PST
With words I sculpt my place in time.....
A lasting verse drawn forever on this page
Feelings that are beating deep within my Soul
Sung through this bleeding heart of mine.....
My Head breathes music with these Words to shine....
My fingers dance to giving birth to their design....
May my Words be Blessed to Sing the Lords Divine.....
**To Hea**
way *** ven!
stair-
ing a
buy-
& I'm
West,
to the
I look
when
get,
ing I
a feel-
There's
Sounds,
sweet sounds,
smooth, pure pleasure,
ding, ding-they call to me,
tinkling tiny tenuous tongues.
Ring, ring they sing in angelic voices
enraptured chorus to heaven,
cry of
bliss.
06/08/2017
.-G-.
.-R-.
.-O-.
.-O-.
.-V-.
.-E-.
.-S-.
pierce my ears,
caressing notes to rake
tears on such moonlit aches,
strings groan through passages
on breaths as scrapes of violin
lurch; veiled weeping dives
low like fine spear falling
on my riddled head,
as if to crack reeds
just there,
enthralled
by heaves of waved air
swelling along melodies
tragic in liquid gothic drones,
my old innocence plucked raw
beyond deep allegro of time;
tunes' long drags hard to bear
peeling my burnt flesh slow
the fine bow screeches,
I cry on slain notes