Music Dizain Poems | Examples
These Music Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about Music. These are the best examples of Dizain Music poems written by international poets.
The Moulin Rouge at Night
At night, the Moulin Rouge bursts into life
with orchestrated music and bright lights,
where singers and cancan dancers excite
audiences who applaud them with delight,
and is a splendid place to patronize
for entertainment when in Paris, France,
where, by happenstance, people may unite
seeking merriment or discrete romance.
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“Imagination hones our thoughts to soar
above the ordinary ones that bore.”
_by Poet
Imagination is a special gift
that silently directs how we will live;
directing inner visions which may drift
into creations we can share or give.
These are refined within a mental sieve
into creative feats, most times through art.
For poems, paintings, and good music start
from mind's imagination passed to soul,
and reinforced by feelings in the heart-
from just an inner blur to something whole.
”to burn is not to refute” ~ Giordano Bruno’s last words
Burnt alive at the stake for mere dissent,
Bruno’s soul returns to question the church,
why he was killed just for his strange accent,
which but explored a new path for God-search,
stating love’s peace dove, in all hearts does perch.
Hymns of psalms and music from Krishna’s flute,
both whisper love songs that soul may reboot
and so path any, does not God’s light shine
on all of mankind, that hearts contribute
to align souls under the oneness sign?
From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core,
transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies,
reflected back to soul, for an encore,
which obliges us since love keeps no score.
Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen,
requires us not to count from one to ten,
for music of spheres that flows by itself,
elates and levitates heart, mood pure zen,
connecting presence to our higher self.
Moments in feathers fly
Every step accelerates, ground shakes
Minutes of privy reply
On depth of iced sunny flakes
Retreat uplifts, freely brakes
Yakitori and ale served without blunder
Lane of cognizance never break asunder
All that dwell, thousand smiles in pail
Never drown in well nor surrender
Echoes of schmaltz sail
A recipe perfected over time,
going for a long walk with my headphones;
Severe melodies make me feel sublime,
lightened up by all of those luscious tones;
Feel good movie that warms me to my bones
surefire way to leave me with a wide grin;
Tacos and pizza are always a win
I am able to relax for a bit;
They taste better eaten by the ocean;
The main ingredients of my calm kit.
"Most poetry and music share some feats-
as cadence brightens words and notes with beats."
by_ Poet
Most music has a cadence all its own;
through it, we feel a steady rhythmic flow.
When beats are spaced to accent every tone,
the instruments present a measured show
heard and enjoyed- delivered fast or slow.
Likewise, a poem plays a silent song
by cadence formed with words that flow along.
As syllables, unstressed or stressed evoke
a thought or image- tenuous or strong-
the beats of rhythmic poetry invoke.
February 2, 2023
~2nd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge - C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: 1. Cadence
Judged: 02/05/2023
On a summer's night, true beauty begins.
Stars light the way to wonders released.
In distance, one may hear violins...
Trees sigh whispers, altho notes are pieced
in night's enigmas, where senses teased.
Moon-made shadow enlivens, enchants.
Perfumed airs from sleepy blooms enhance.
Soft summer breeze sings to harmonize;
night creatures' voices echo soft chants.
Balmy night beneath star-shimmered skies.
November 14, 2022
For "Beauty of Night" poetry contest
by Sotto Poet
Dizain
When attention is soft and heart mellow,
the sounds of silence oft invades our form,
pervading presence, igniting soul's glow,
felt vividly as blissful currents warm.
Vaporised self's swept away in this storm,
shaping in our head words sent from heaven
but if we take this boon as a given,
the music slips through fissures in our mind;
thus unless the void remains our haven,
these gifts from beyond we must leave behind.
07-October-2022
Being without you is starting to hurt,
you surround me and linger in the air;
I taste music and strawberry dessert;
Everything about you begins to blare,
my senses overload when you’re not there;
Rosy smoke in my eyes turning them red
your firestorm raged in so unexpected;
Stupefied my lungs and it’s hard to breathe
a repetitious beat on a drumhead;
Shivering is making me grind my teeth.
You can keep calm by being on the move;
Mercy keeping a home keeps you busy!
Turn up the music you will find your groove,
suddenly the stove is not so greasy;
Make it fun a challenge becomes easy;
Stick a needle in the virus of grime,
you’re done and earn a night out in no time;
Forge a bond with the concept of routine;
The end result absolutely sublime;
You just feel better when your house is clean.
Twilight descends as shadows fall
and slip into a dark'ning night.
A hidden nightbird's wistful call,
as stars burst forth in silver light
and moon arrives in frost-spun white.
Blossoms, drowsy, bend silken heads.
Birds nestle in their feathered beds
Night's whispered music gently spills
o'er purpled hills and silence spreads
As night surrenders song...and stills.
Old and worn, with its weathered graying wood
The old barn whispered softly to my heart
Reminding me light poured through as it should
Dust particles, graceful, dancing like art
Silent as dawn with sunshine rays to start
The feeling grew within, warm on the soul
Breathing music in notes, hope to console
Like a flame of vibrant hues, pure splendor
Passions swaying, a waltz you can’t control
Emotions stirred, sighs - blushes so tender
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
February 2, 2022
Chosen word for theme is DUST
At short siesta time after lunch at noon
I sat alone cozily in my room
Listening classical song from my phone
Its melody dreamily brings me home -
A home where warmest love sweetly blossoms.
As I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh
I’ve reverie while feeling lulled up high
I savored each gentle flow of refrain
While fun memories with loved ones came by
I’ve wished my siesta and music sustain.
Jan 31, 2022 6.29pm
For D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
N/A
I was born on the night of a star cusp
caught between Earth and flying in the air;
People are very hard for me to trust,
my style may have a very unique flare;
I am known to have a sarcastic glare,
intuition is something I believe;
My dream has come true to live by the beach;
Strong coffee and an intense guitar jam,
writing and music mean the world to me;
A little bit crazy is who I am.