Music Couplet Poems | Examples
These Music Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Music. These are the best examples of Couplet Music poems written by international poets.
Ever since ‘rap’ replaced ‘tap’
Talent has taken a very long nap
In Arabian singsong, the dancer began
Searching for tempo in desert sands
Torso twisting and turning to the rhythm of time
With a toss of her head and a shake of her mane
Tambourines rang, spectators clapped
the dancer transformed, shot into his lap
Wriggling her belly and lighting his fire
she struggled to control her desire…
… At the end of the night, slumped over, frail, spent
too many years barely paying the rent
tribe of old music and dances
scribe of warm, dignified faces
Summer breaks, it goes to bed,
The sunburnt country is no longer red.
Autumn’s breath begins to creep
Across the plains and gullies deep.
It plays an eerie, thoughtful tune,
Beneath a warm and amber moon,
Whispering amongst the majestic gums
To warn the scrub the season comes.
While the changing leaves don't hit the eye:
Bursting gold appears beneath the southern sky,
Bright wattles along the dirt track
To push the longer shadows back.
A flock of cockatoos takes flight,
Screaming at the angled light.
For me, this wind is pure relief...
I find no need for any grief.
Love is a complex melody
a most divine soothing remedy
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Whatever happened to ‘Rap?’
I think they’re about to play ‘Taps’
It’s night time I hear white windy breeze
Making a song with pines blowing trees
Likewise I hear a siren far away
First responders on the move to save
Life of someone in critical need
Listen to there cries and heart beat
Or maybe a baby is being birthed
Good and bad days for them at work
Strange enough the cicadas are quiet
I guess it’s too cold even crickets are silent
Not hearing music or many cars at all
My muse is fast asleep as soon I shall fall
Carry my bags sandman if you can
From under brown eyes in tan hands
Fighting the urge to write until five
When morning birds will sing of light
If there’s really no limitation
Heaven is my dream destination
A place where all the best people are
The beautiful ones and our Father God
You get to meet people from all times
The greatest souls with the best minds
And all the animals who you love
That went to rainbow bridge above
The music there would be so sweet
Melodic and smooth unique of peace
I imagine the gardens so plush and green
Flowers and waterfalls clean pristine
No sadness there nor sickness at all
Everyone there happy having a ball
Sound as loud as a whisper or as quiet as a scream;
music weaving in, weaving out, and weaving in between every dream ~
dreaming is the most beautiful thing,
I see your spirit as delicate as sculpted Ming,
there in your favorite place upon the piano bench
as if the melody you play and play again could quench
the love-sickness left within my soul at your departing~
No! It’s whispers loud and screams of quiet the memories are ceaselessly imparting.
Violins lift heartstrings
soar on sentient wings
Evoke dawn’s majesty
hint at evening’s tragedy
Fiddles tease out playful tunes
Violins arrange the heaven’s moons
We are a soft echo in the sky,
A lilting whisper on the water's flow.
Our moments move like light across the rye,
A gentle melody that helps us grow.
In every heart, a sweet and mellow sound,
The lovely, living music of being found.
A clavier who, his temper loses,
suffers from discordant bruises.
Music gives life its flavor
magic moments ~ forever to savor
Our sleep song ends as night swiftly retires...
into sunbeams through which our dream expires.
against the cold backdrop of a monochrome sky
resplendent music permeate from a blackbird's sigh