Drummer Poems - Poems about Drummer

Randolph Peter Best thought he was a better drummer than all the rest but his new band wouldn’t put up with such malarky and he was soon replaced by Richard Starkey *For those who don't know-Richard Starkey is aka Ringo Starr*...

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Take a look who’s behind the kit, he’s not our regular drummer; Make no mistake he’s taken a life, with that jackknife to a pounding heart; So notorious, his beat’s ferocious. He’s ransacked an alley and the bar, on tour he remains midnight’s shadow; Take a look you have seen him before, in the corner of a club poster; So ferocious, his beat’s notorious. Bouncing...

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Back to the beat Even as the strumming sweat Can’t wait to investigate What we deem we procrastinate Melody fine, blowing my mind What beat is time Time to watch the beat Ever sweet Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do, ra, mi fa so la de Wing tips on the wool...

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He beats on the drum The vibrations thrill It makes me succumb He goes for the kill He sways as he plays and beat after beat puts me in a daze He brings on the heat My body's in time to his every move We are so in sync This is a great groove My eyes are transfixed to him in the band Drumsticks are flying in capable hands His eyes...

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The endless summer ended well. An oddity of terms that's said? It's what the seasons say, pray-tell. Flipped coin of an Indian head. An oddity of terms that's said? It meant an Indian Summer, your well's true, but it'll last longer. It's what the seasons say, pray-tell. If what's said, was said, nonetheless, time goes forth, progress, not digress. Flipped coin of an Indian head, an...

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Nevermind what the outside says to you just listen to your heart My words speak to the part that sees the truth & has known it from the start Let lies rest in the dirt where they lay the dead to be covered by sands of time My words are food for the starving soul so please consume these healthy rhymes Bury my...

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He is a professional, let him call out the skulls. I wondered what this meant, but I trusted the gulls. The drummer began, and the skulls came out of their hiding. I was shocked at first, but soon recognized his abiding. They love him, I said. They still have emotion. The came from the meadows, the woods and the ocean. These...

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But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown. Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down. Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town. I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown. You have such a sparkle, a...

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Crying in silence, vacancy needing a beat; Something was missing; Failing to exist; Melody that’s not breathing stuck inside your head; A note with no soul changing the sounds and volume the cymbol crashes; Influential tone, the tempo found it’s echo; I’ll be the drummer; You were an unpolished song, I kind of completed you....

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Taylor Hawkins: Foo-Fighters Yesterday my heart was broken to news which I’d awoken Such a tragedy and untimely loss And now a new road you cross Your musical spirit and infectious laughter will live on with all of us forever after All shouting: Condolences to your family Thoughts are with you, An iconic drummer Rest In Beats! 1972-2022 Written 3/27/22...

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Steadily beats he a drum, Heavily drinking stiff rum; Zestfully tours he a slum, Masculine tunes does hum. Later, his fingers are numb, Not excluded his half thumb; Decides he then to sit his bum For an unfinished chewing gum, To him released by a chum, When he couldn’t from him a plum… Later, shall workout the sum Of how to get back to doting...

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Chatting with my mum last night as we often do I listened intently to her telling me about one of her favorite day's out and memories when she herself was a child And she inadvertently revealed what she thought was a girl's day out no men we're allowed What she did not realise was in fact she was actually saying and reason no men...

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A little lad named Tommy Tum, just wouldn’t listen to his Mum. He’d loudly play with other boys, and wouldn’t put away his toys. Around the house he’d beat his drum, Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum. Oh, how he loved to pound his drum, Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum. His father warned with a mean face: “I make the rules inside this place. If you don’t listen to...

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At age 55 I press my nose To the bark of a tree I place my tongue To the underneath of an Oak leaf I rent next to a lake I like my back against a wall Life grabs at one another For me, it was at a party Where she said she’d been re-married Stopped writing And was happy Finally She noted her gain of weight with...

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The bells! The bells! My looney, tuney pals! The bells! The bells! They curse and vex and howl! The bells! The bells! I must escape them somehow! The bells! The bells! The clanging, banging swells! The bells! The bells! The peeling, reeling knells! The bells! The bells! Sending, rending me to hell! Imagination my frustration, At the tintinnabulation, Of the bells in ministration, Ringing in my ears, Bringing phantom fears, To their...

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