Music Elegy Poems | Examples

These Music Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Music. These are the best examples of Elegy Music poems written by international poets.

From the get-go
My brain played games
Making two plus six hard to learn
Denying reaction to music too.

I found solace in the mop
It never argued back
Or said
“Pina can’t get that.”

Yes, I could.
It was just easier to make you think
I could not.

I married late
Birthed two divine girls
Had no regrets
Smiled to all.

In the end a tumor took me
My brain did not
Fight back.

© Michael Pedretti  

REQUIEM-
Nothing moves
silence,
echos of voices
the past awakes!
Faces appear
then depart!
A tear trickles
slowly 
the music plays
faintly
Emotion
 erupts again!
Regret 
whispers
   in pain!

© Brian Strand  

            Forbearance ... I beg you ...

     Must you squeeze - I the oak, you the stays, closing?

  Is it not enough, yet, that your frigid fingers wrap my being,

That you and your legion have the last word of ALL words??

  Must you tighten like a vise at every mention of you?!?

     Your dim visage, naught but unbound and black ...

          (Ever dancing behind corners, to the music of sad silence),

                   Grows heavy and horrid ... as I draw nigh.





~ 4th Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge 1 - April, 2019 - It's All About 8" Poetry Contest, Sponsor: Dear Heart.

© Gregory Richard Barden  

If you could dance once more with me
And hear sweet music and to see
The moon, the stars, the deep blue sea
And live once more in ecstasy

To do the things that made you free
Without a fear of what would be
I would give that day to thee
Then sleep beneath the laurel tree

© Francis J Grasso  

It has become a struggle to breathe; 
the  oxygen turns to blue, filtered by 
Drunken, hairy nostrils
Blue like sad
Blue like cold
Blue like the music. 
Trying harder, means
please me.
The sky is light blue,
For the blanket of sadness
That all us share.
Breathe out, smokey regret
Breathe out exasperated fatigue.
Blue, it's so blue, that
the ocean's reflected sky
Says it's okay; soon, when you leave,
The water will been green, 
And blue will revert to being
Primary, again.

© John Rockk-Fiordelisi  

Lament
The day that music died, singing wept.
Into the sea of melancholy voice crept.
Each word spoken reeked with pain.
When could we ever be whole again
Under the rug good lyrics were swept.

                    Praise
Singing is really a magical thing.
Everyone agrees music has a ring
It sates all involved, fills to the top.
Once you begin, you hesitate to stop.
Your imagine yourself to be the king.

                  Consolation
There are none too old to learn, they say.
Never again we give our song away.
We'll sing, we'll sing never quiet.
We will sing, until we start a riot.
Music for ever and ever and a day.

8 Aug 11 Charles Henderson

© Charles Henderson