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.
In the quiet night
Softly singing, such a sight
Hesitant prayers, so right
Spoken by breathless moonlight
Erasing the timeless tales
Wind and rain prevails,
Trembling on starlit trails
Moonlight hue softly pales
I see the night whisper it’s praise
Across the heavens, to amaze
I bask in its gently caressing rays
As I look up, with a riveted gaze
Moonlight makes me feel, so I know
The warmth of its tender glow
Melting away the darkness, a flow
Soft presence of a light to show…
What it means to believe, so composed
By the wonder of a light, exposed
To the music of moon who disclosed
The meaning of love, unopposed
who left that metal guitar in the street?
we found it yesterday, me and Pete
music we ordered came in on a sheet
U-tube showed us how to strum a beat
I spent time thinking of how to defeat
the other claimant, my cousin Pete
He wanted to share it, which sounded sweet
But I have no intentions to share it with Pete
an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
A night before Christmas and I’m not asleep
Finished gift wrapping and watching TV
Or really I should say TV is watching me
The family shows inspire I reminisce in peace
Christmas music so melodic and happy
Reminds me of love and laughs you see
Conjures up times in mind festive eve
I’ll do what I can to make new memory
So I’ll bake pies cakes good food to eat
Some deserts to crave for taste so sweet
In the den the fire will warm your feet
Have every desire satisfied a treat
Beyond quelled music in the night
where the stars conspire to take flight,
silver moon never shone so bright.
I'm overcome with joy tonight.
Where the stars conspire to take flight,
subtle is their trail of insight ~
they're faint tracks upon the graphite,
secrets transformed into delight.
Silver moon never shone so bright
upon this world of black and white,
quenching unabashed appetite
of love indugently contrite.
I'm overcome with joy tonight
at last our two souls reunite;
flame sparks romantic candelight
beyond quelled music in the night.
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on May 13, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE F sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
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
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
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