Music Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Music Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Music. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Music poems written by international poets.
Beneath the heart
Is beating sweet
Melody holy music
Resounding breeze
Breathe music My Soul
Is thankful when I'm asleep
My dance in my dreams,
When I awake and I
continue the dance
My Father awakens me
With His kiss the breath in me
My soul He directs
Another day of life
And love I caress
The thoughts of being His alone
I am birth and created for His purpose, His alone
10/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
"Where is mine Eden?
Sore I spy sunshine miss my eyes it's like the
dark I can't seethe foliage where is mine Eden
City sounds, where is the Lamb
Pollution crowns where is mind Eden
End of times ever so near
Promises of love not sincere
Where hath, my vision gone
My heart ears hears lions roars
My mind eyes sees
The swallowing trees
The leaves arms and hands embrace me
Soar as eagles fly I spy the horizon sky
Light shine shunned heaven where is mine Eden"
8/24/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
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she looks hard
with beg
leaking
hern looks
i feel her
warm
the music
wooz
ourn
mine looks
leak
"Let it so move you,
As it so do
Music moves settles you;
As inviting, gentle and kind, kindly
So it moves it so do
Music moves
Rhythm drums beats
Awesome music comes
Affirms joy, peace into everyone
As inviting, gentle and kind, kindly
So it moves it so do
Music moves
Let it so move you,
As it so do
Music moves settles you;
Music Moves"
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Some say the most honorable thing one can do,
Is to lay down one's life,
for a friend.
That is only a blip on the timeline of eternity.
I would say,
the greater gift,
is to give a friend's spirit,
a much needed lift.
To finally walk hand in hand,
anywhere in this great land,
surely will strike up a band.
Then music the balm for loneliness,
sorrow, and hopelessness,
will be played all night,
making the gift right as rain.
Given to relieve the accumulated,
and deepest pain.
*Assured of eternal life**
*Love-constrained
*I look unto Christ...
*Music of my heart
*Triumphant over psychological challenges
is *Freedom shout
as well as *Bliss of liberty
with *Faith fortitude
along *Jubilant praises
to *Vanquish my doubts
in my *Spiritual trek
since *God hedges me.
**1John 5:11 And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.
*My Poem Title published in Poetry Soup
July 6, 2019
Is this it?
The reason why we are here?
Is this it?
This cost seems so dear
Is this it?
Now the music falls silent
Is this it?
Vivid pictures of loved ones mind sent
Is this it?
Now we look into each others eyes
Is this it?
Bare bones, bare minds to hearts cries
Is this it?
To protect other people we die?
in meadows more verdant than evergreen
there is but an Orphic lyre that tingles
in dream’s delight,
haunting, husking, heaving
the songs my soul cannot reach
except in interludes of moonlight’s chant,
as the nearness of grasses twirl my hair
dancing with inner wolves
in velvet chorus...not of moaning trespasses
but for now,
if only for now,
on the stage of star-glow blushing my face
I am relieved from the rasp of past’s tatters...
this same plucking of lyre fiddles higher higher
while the movement of its rhapsody
dangles like a mythical lore on duskfall's arms
cleansing me from a silent scream so punishing.
Paint Me A Picture 4 for Silent One's Contest
10/11/2017
Far, far away you've gone as worlds divided us
in a time I cannot engrave or mold…just shadows,
just girlish shadows of you that I barely felt
the moonlit breeze kneading that auburn hair.
Weeping, my glances peer through those eyes
I once knew so well. Now, they are blurry,
vanishing from twilights we both shared: how I
yearn for you, dear inner child, with love golden and mild…
somehow, this heart knows you're just walking breathing,
maybe hiding nestling right beside me. Oh, can we talk?
For Silent One's Iconic Songs
Inspired by the music of Guns N' Roses
' Sweet Child O' Mine' 8/5/2017
Exploring unknown tracks beneath
Old moonless sky, in the ink of heart
Night becomes angst’s poison
Dark and strong:
Papyrus lies bare as thoughts fumble
Raking my verses...until hours change to dawn.
Lakes, egrets, and wildflowers croon
That in the hush of silence and music, I find
A divine universe so nourished within--
This roam a gleam knowing any obstacle
Cannot drown, kill the splendor
Of my art's passion to transcend fear.
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Contest of Brian Strand
You And Yours, Let's Get Perso
Don't get in my head!
Don't try to find a way.
The music of my mind
Would make a demon pray
She was like a tumbleweed.
Blowing in the wind.
And when it was time,
to bring her on home.
She'd give a silly grin.
Time after time.
We'd walk along the shore
And when I told her I loved her.
She'd open up a door.
Let me in..'I said'..
I took her by the hand.
We'd both listen to sweet sweet music.
A coming from the band.
Like a tumbleweed.
Blowing in the wind.
She'd dance across the floor.
Swinging and swaying.
Like a wave against the shore.
She'd jump and shout, and spin about.
Then build castles in the sand.
She was like a tumbleweed.
Blowing in the wind..
Tumbleweed Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..All rights reserved..
As I draw my last breath.
I kiss her lips and wait.
I watch the carnival of lost souls.
Watch them all in their caravan.
On my weak body, I lay her hand.
How we laughed and played thru
the meadows of our heaven.
Though I have faith in the night.
My tear filled skin is soaked to the bone.
Love should not be if it feels like this.
I should let the devil dance upon my grave.
"If it is true I never see you in the light of day again.
I shall be lost to the darkness forever more.
Belladonna, my love, do not leave me now.
I cannot bare to lose you this day.
There would be no life in this body.
If I did not have your love and kindness
bestowed upon me.
9/ 6/ 2013 Fri listening to gothic music
Belladonna is Latin for “beautiful lady”.
Like music is the wife of poetry
The deep is the wife of the sea
Height is the wife of the mountain
Shade is the wife of the tree
Life is the wife of nature
Death the wife of peace
Need the wife of creation
Sleep the wife of dreams
Imagination the wife of what seems
Picture this what I mean
Will you be this wife for me
we pulled into the station
I heard an infamous cough
as three men entered the coach
seated was an old woman
wearing an almond colored scarf
she smiled hastily at the
charming gentleman suddenly
a young woman approaches
the corridor she laughed heartily
when a very old guy sat next to me
he opened a music box and began
humming quietly the woman began
agitating her right foot the three men
adjusted their luggage the sun
turned orange my eyes wide shut