Music Free Verse Poems

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

In my youth I dreamt of playing the piano
filling the nights with romance and melodies
orchestrating sound and beauty

Reading and interpreting sheet music while
compressing innermost feelings

© Line Gauthier  

If you really listen to the music? 
You won’t have to listen too long.
You’ll know when you hear that song. 

That song is fire,
that song

© Melani Udaeta  

2025.08.04.
On this Monday, I was so please,
To find a piano in a new place.
Its location, opening and closing hours;
The welcome notes stand erected next to

© C33 B66  

Birdsong 
And the leaves of grass
Make their own music
As the bubbling rill
Warbles it's way
Lawns hum their busy state 
And butterflies add their flutter

~kcm

© Karam Misra  

Rough Draft

[Hook]

Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to

© Stannie Mile  

Old Times

Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past
Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle
Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery?

Yes. Switched off the

© Vilmos Zoltan Galyo  

The bowel of the earth deepens with
Saturated blessings of the soil, and
Down, down, the forces burrow in its
Caverns —creviced

Between day and night, I cannot decipher,
Yet

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

We sit together in the shadowed halls beyond time—
Plato, Socrates, Spinoza, Protagoras,
Aristotle, Pythagoras, Kant, Descartes, Aquinas—
our words once rivers,
now dust in the mouths of men.

I,

© Chanda Katonga   

Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue,
Music calls, the laughter too;
Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin,
And pull us gently further in.

The air smells sweet with

© Dan Bressers  

My mind races at times
dreaming I could sit at a piano and teach my fingers a new language,
or feel the wind on my face as

© Joshua Legister  

The old streets, the old cars
The flowing river that won't stop far
The memories seeking through tears
The old paper ,all tattered and cleared

The music that fills

© Sayona Chatterjee  

Under the bejeweled diadem of the sparkling sky
the vibrant celebration finds exuberance in the carnival,
morphing into a sea of color and music in the aura

© Subimal Sinha-Roy  

It's not about tone
Its about policing of voice
It's not about the sound we make
It's the words echoing through them
They don't fear us being seen
They fear

© Layla Riley-Hill   

i.....yigh yigh
wowza man...
before my coffee

i'm just a fold...
now that age has
taken hold andt...

something need be
done to ensure...
life remains fun so

go and hum eh?!...
sing, whistle, smile
all

© Sand Blown  

Raw,
a nubby grey knuckle-boned day,
when the wind blows through my skin
pulling at the cord
which holds my insides in,
oh infernal internal wall
keeping without without
and within within,
off

© Unpolished Ink