Music Monorhyme Poems | Examples
These Music Monorhyme poems are examples of Monorhyme poems about Music. These are the best examples of Monorhyme Music poems written by international poets.
Moonlight hitchhikes on green pines
Slipping away like maroon mind
Melancholy music rides breeze I find
Comfort and peace in warm red wine
Escape in a bottle isn’t the worst crime
Running full throttle from dilemma time
No longer on top not in my peach prime
Want it to stop this inner indigo whine
I failed and wail wildly in pantomime
Tell the tale smiling fallen star still shines
Hear them talking judgement like sour lime
Despite squawking new day new grace will chime
Turning the page on the drama of wintertime
Looking forward to redemption in green vines
Not dead yet despite my fret I will be fine
Know how to grow be bold and draw new lines
Let go of both the handlebars,
free the fireflies from mason jars;
Poignant lyrics sprung from memoirs
barz built for starz, barz built for starz;
So much fervor flooding the mic
moving across the stage catlike;
He’s controlling a missile strike
riding a bike, riding a bike.
Melodic notes often bring
Jazz singers a bit of zing
Dancers jump in with a swing
Elvis is the Tennessee king
50’s make me want to sing
Partners slung out in a fling
Tempo from an angels’ wing
Music is a most wonderful thing
Music that touches the soul
That makes one’s aura glow
For sure this I know
As his voice makes me whoa
From lyrics I watch sow
The next album is always a go
Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
she conjured up a cunning rasp
a gewgaw lyre-like harp in clasp
to crooked teeth held in their grasp
then twanged at midnight with a blast
this higgled haggled haggly crone
did dance on graves while all alone
her gewgaw raising mottled bone
‘til joined by dead with rotting moan
bats within the steeple saw
the witch’s pointy nose and jaw
and from her mouth came sounds galore
an array of growls from her gewgaw
so off did dance and prance and play
the bones of dead and her away
from grave to street did people say
beware the gewgaw witch today
My piano plays from the composer from full moon for you
My harp heart elegantly elaborates love for your handsome true
My body bursts in a bountiful orchestra of a break-through
Our saxophone souls swoon together in pearls of doves' coos
November 8th 2020
Again and again, and again
to the same riff, I’m a-listenin’
to the best of Led Zeppelin…
‘Stairway to Heaven’
gives me a shot of adrenaline
goosebumps all a-tremblin’…
As the volume peaks, crashin’ and crescendoin’
higher, ever higher, my spirit’s ascendin’
delightful what a dazzlement brings …
what others deem prepost’rous things -
so burled and brown and bound with strings
hark - how sweet this waxwing sings …
oh hark - how sweet!
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 8, 2024
( photograph taken by Gregory R Barden, February 6, 2024; filter by Prisma )
Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite
gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night
enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite
making melodious music, merrymaking magic as they might
"I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Christian Churches here used to play
Their hymns rang out along the way
They took turns with their chimes each day
Never overlapped come what may
How I miss those sweet bells of old
They rang out through warm, hot and cold
Their songs of love, peace, joy were told
Before our world its soul to evil sold
Those hymns at Christmas time so dear
And carols ringing so strong and clear
On each street corner there was no fear
No illegal drugs around this small town here
Could this world normalize again
People spread out and grow some hens
Have some goats, ducks, and a weathervane
To go into town maybe catch a train
While 'pon that ride the bells ring out
Now that is what I'm talking about
Places where love can be planted and sprout
Those days can be good without a doubt
This is romantic bird magic the cardinal said about the love birds blue
The excited youngsters were trilling and tweeting in April’s dew.
The smitten joyful couple was happy to take photos, curtesy and coo.
That’s the way it is, when love is true, said the cardinal, matchmaker Sue.
This is the tale of the butterfly that danced
by the light of the moon --and its song-- entranced
(it's possible, without having even glanced
like: unicorns are real-- just horses enhanced
and perhaps Santa's reindeer --on Christmas-- pranced
Believe!-- if your imagination's advanced)
...well, this butterfly by the Moon was romanced
throwing caution to the wind, its safety-- chanced
free-floating, no choreography financed
way past her curfew -- understand, if you canst...
Gliding fingers trace music notes in the sands; within her; a mystical eloquence feel
What a soothing movement; mind blowingly graceful hands; pirouette goes this pottery wheel
Flowing through her sensual breaths; vivid image comes alive with every moistening seal
Light as air; possession of water, shapes the ground, fires it all; with visionary zeal
Loving the way; she hard directs the play; of this narrative, ever though, herself, genteel
Walking in Mother Nature's presence; beholding why, life on this Earth, is so unreal
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato
Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice keeps screaming
Funerals keep delaying
Peacemakers keep meeting
Media keeps shocking
Propaganda keeps faking
Tanks keep bombing
Earth keeps shaking
Fear keeps spreading
Soldiers keep fighting
Widows keep weeping
Sorrows keep growing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Tears keep flowing
Hunger keeps increasing
Journalists keep reporting
Poets keep writing
Music keeps playing
Teachers keep teaching
Clergymen keep praying
Preachers keep preaching
Protestors keep protesting
Faith keeps searching
Peace keeps fading
Ignorance keeps showing
Missiles keep shooting
Humanity keeps bleeding
World keeps sleeping
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying