Music Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Music Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Music. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Music poems written by international poets.
We really rather love our Mr Wag.
A bag of music, music in a bag.
Such masterpieces did he once produce.
We listen every day to Mr Wag.
Oh such a man, a wit was Mr Wag.
Oh what a dish of gifts, oh what a bag.
A Ring he made for us to hear, not wear.
The Nibelungen sent by Mr Wag.
So Rheingold was the first from Mr Wag.
And then we had Walküre in the bag.
The Ring then brought us Siegfried as the third.
The fourth one's hard to say, dear Mr Wag.
Could cause some difficulty, Mr Wag,
for Götterdämmerung is in this bag
and can be hard, this Götterdämmerung.
You see that “o” and “a” there, Mr Wag?
There's also that name here, oh Mr Wag.
We say as Vahgner, and it's in the bag.
So “Wag”, you see, is “Wagner”, that OK?
For that word's in the bag now, Mr Wag.
(16 Jul 2023)
** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
With heavy heart, I offer my remorse,
for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve.
The echoes of my workday's tireless chores
linger, leaving naught but fatigue's relief.
Oh, believe me, I hate to disappoint,
for the music tempts me to sway and dance.
But the hours I've toiled, each task and each point,
have drained me to a tired nudnik, perchance.
My spirit, once bright, now longs for respite,
to find solace in rest and heal my self.
Though my love for dance burns hot like cordite,
exhaustion demands I stay on the shelf.
Forgive me, my friend, tonight I must rest,
but once refreshed, we’ll fete and dance with zest.
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Webster: Nudnik = a boring person
A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your philosophy
and as the night the day, thou canst not then
be false to any man, nor die but once.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.
To sleep! Perchance to dream a little dream -
and lo! what light through yonder window breaks?
The fault lies not within the stars, but in
ourselves; we know what we are, but know not
what we may be, and yet, what’s in a name?
The course of true love never did run smooth...
If music be the food of love, play on,
for all that glisters is not gold, and you,
dear sir, have loved both wisely, well indeed.
Rest easy, bard, for well thou wore the crown.
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Phrases from various works of Shakespeare in honor of the bard's birthday
A beauty is a thing erupt desire
Lustrous of thousand ants arise
A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk
The water breath no practice of sink
The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave
Afresh and water lake around ants thrive
Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal
amidst cactus a bald is wild petal
reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald
As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word
Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse
Let the bald clear silent to taste ******
Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm
The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm
Sound that never taste beloved of hands
With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands
Iambic Pentameter, a long name for a poetic form
that's popular. It does resemble basic normal speech
with cadences that flow with ups and downs.
This cadence marches to the count of feet; just five
per line makes up the rhythmic flow. But, fore and
aft those special beats of five, an unstressed count
falls in between each one that's stressed.
Ten syllables, five stressed and five unstressed, makes
up each line. But still another rule, line one and three
must match their ending sound; lines two and four,
with different words, must rhyme together too.
Here's how Iambic Pentameter flows with ups and down:
da DA da DA da DA da DA da DA
The cadence's pleasant to the human ear; just need to
chose your syllables real well.
Iambic forms are special tools for me;
their rhythmic patterns mold words into shape.
Like guarded gates, they hold the imagery
and keep it tight so it does not escape.
The strict iambic forms do challenge me;
strong rhyme and meter shape my poetry.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Reads Like Music - Haibun Look
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 08/05/2018
For the first time the carriage rides back and forth. The bell chimes at the end of every line. Whether a solo syllable or the perfect mete of syllabic sensation. The ten count of applause, the plausible sigh of Shakespeare’s breath. A two step utterance multiplied by five. The delicate diva does not deviate from her metrical feat,* and I can’t stress this enough — one short...one long. Ah breath, so sweet, you see the swirl of mist. If done right, I should visualize beards and swords and trysts and death.
The clash of dragon’s breath upon his face.
A prince must choose his bride in peril’s tide.
Fair maiden’s haste — her lashes mythic grace.
A king to be or not — too brash to hide.
Pearl tears on pillow case — sow seeds that plead.
His beauty waits — he rushes to succeed.
7/17/2018
Reads Like Music - Haibun Look Poetry Contest
*Feat - a play on words
Healing From Music
Dim so dim was the light that lead the way
Not a reflection but a shadow of what was;
Feeling resonating vibrations I may,
Because music can heal I know it does.
The melody drives the pain and darkness
To another place that it can exist;
Now is the time I reflect on my life,
As a smoke screen people can't resist.
Unforgettable moments makes us all
Realize all of the healing that works;
With music universally loved,
It will surely release your inner self.
Daydream Melody
A song can bring love’s daydream melody,
adrift upon a cloud of make believe
and then a woman’s mind will float away,
on silver linings to her wedding day.
A song can bring kind daydream melodies
especially when it means a memory
has come to warm the heart with a caress
and say with time all things work out for best
A song can bring a daydream's gaiety,
and mask pure lies the heart cannot bear see.
For just a glimpse of truth would surely slay
romantic hopes that pray to have their way.
A song can lift you out of feeling blue
envisioning the good things two can do.
Remember what it says may not come true.
Reality belongs to only you.
His music, written centuries ago,
is still beloved and performed today:
cantatas, fugues, concertos, preludes, and
the mass in B – perhaps the greatest piece
of choral music ever to have been
composed. From soaring tones, the voices build
a sound cathedral, reaching to the sky.
The crucifixion’s deep despair and then
the resurrection’s radiant joy resound
and touch the audience and the singers deep
within their inner human core and heart –
the miracle of music that transcends
the times. Immortal is the master’s work.
2/22/2017
For contest: Form I with a Theme
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Your tempered strings and true, O ancient lyre!
Harp-like, thy graceful template shall resonate
Within the hollow confines of my soul
Not tortoise and beech, but rather the ideal
Purity of your design (here but fully
Realized by half) speaks to me
Now as ever before in my youth
Touches, as it were, my heart-strings
(Not inaptly named!) and stirs forth
From the depths of my being a song.
O! if I could master that song sublime
A tune to capture thy several contradictions
'Twere a song would outlive the race of men
Embodying form and function, earth and air
Female grace in curve and force in line
With woman's waist and hips, yet double-tusked
Shoulders square, slender neck, even a mouth
Teeth of gut, a creature turned inside-out
A half-opened signpost to infinity.
Unlikely anyone would look for me
But if they did I'd not be hard to see
Catching my attention might be harder
As it is seldom with it's bodied partner
One possibly could find me in a book
Distracting me might garner you a look
If looking from a sub under the sea
The bottom is the place where I will be
Go into outer space and search the stars
My secret hang out is the planet Mars
If music is a place where you elope
I'll be hanging on the passing notes
Since time has now become my enemy
I often hide inside a memory
Should you see me sitting near a stream
You'll find I have withdrawn into a dream
To say that you have found me might be true
But truth be told, you only have these clues
March 13 2016 by Daniel Turner
In beautiful surroundings, sitting there,
sweet fragrance of carnations filled the air.
The perfume stirred romantic feelings while
we waited quietly. But soon a smile
when all at once we heard the organ chime.
Crescendo grew with the familiar rhyme
and rhythm of their song to walk the aisle.
A vision to behold! In wedding style
arrived the handsome groom and lovely bride,
bouquet of light pink roses held with pride.
Carnations, roses, music, marriage rite...
Our senses overflowed with sheer delight!
We sit, relaxed, at closing of the day,
you turn, a record on to softly play,
then place, fresh logs making our fire enhance,
and gently bow asking me for this dance.
The song, we’ve loved since we were very young,
so often danced with, and so often sung.
You sing, so sweetly in my longing ear,
and with, strong arms drawing me oh so near.
I place, my head upon your shoulder,
you spin, us around our humble room,
we laugh, just as when we were younger,
you stop, to kiss me; then we resume.
Such special times like this I feel my heart,
could never last if we should ever part.
Then shed, a tear by thoughts of losing you,
cause you’re, my one and only love so true.
Music stops; we stay together,
in loves embrace, we melt as one.
With fireplace, still gently burning,
our fire has only, just begun.
Per line:
Verses one two and four have ten syllables
verse three has nine syllables
Verse five has eight syllables
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.12.2014
Contest: Rock me Rhythm Poems
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
If you listen when it's still all around
You will hear the very sound of silence
It's the basic sound that is the background
That allows other sounds their existence
Silence gives music its reality
It's the space between notes that is free
This allows them to resonate freely
And that creates a sense of harmony
Silence is not the absence of something
It's a thing in itself with great power
Skilfulness of it's placement in speaking
Is the hallmark of a great orator
It can express feeling with great effect
Better than words during some occasion
Like a silent minute to mark respect
For those who gave their lives for their nation
A deeper awareness of the divine
Can be sought in silent meditation
Silence helps to focus the restless mind
Engaged in spiritual devotion
Silence is a balm for the weary soul
Providing peacefulness and upliftment
It heals the worn spirit making it whole
And fills it with deep seated contentment
You speak my name a tone that chimes so sweet,
Then gently stroke my heartstrings and you can.
You sing the song of love when our eyes meet,
I feel the music flow through you sweet man.
You take my hand and gently kiss my palm,
Then place it lovingly upon your cheek.
You know my moods, you have become my calm,
Your arm around my shoulder makes me weak.
Your love for me, it rushes through each bone,
You fill me up and make me my best whole.
I love to hear your heart beat its sweet tone,
You've shown to me, the sweet scent of your soul.
10.13.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
The Scent of your Soul