Music Poems | Examples of Music Poetry

His fingers flew like hummingbirds across his old guitar as he played his wordless melody in the shadows of the bar. Suddenly the crowd was still as every ear tuned in to hear the song without the words that sang itself to him. But someone in the shadows listened deep within her heart and heard...

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Why yo bassooning and ovoein' When we really happy? Where shall I belong The mission of chloride We decide To have it Extract gold from sand Those certain places And those common cases Where gold is made By man It's of nature yes muthanature Fodda thyme is ah man Guess I'm saying Ian I relying That Aye-you is made by a man Diamond fixed What's up trick You got it all in yo' hand She-it...

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Gavotte Minuet: Most of the night we shared several moments together most of the night she and I together the night doesn't end until the morning comes you know where I'm coming from we danced to the wrong song Sappy Sweet love infused passon'd styled with modern tones with an Ole style fashion had us groovin around acting like lovers we discovered what we discovered there was times when I was in doubt I withdrew...

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Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose I had a birds eye view of what would be normal in this type of barn the science of love is in ones willingness to be loved in such willingness one includes their needs wants and reputation not wanting to be involved due to association to others might be enough to reduce the feelings and dissolve a relationship.. In poreparation for love might...

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~ To the Tune of 'One More Night' by Phil Collins ~ One more write, I gotta do just ...

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She’s not me, She doesn’t have my name. Instant transformation, but chic jeans just don’t fit. It’s body chemistry, my scent on her? Rancid. Baby I’m a trademark, that’s just an impostor. I am the legacy. I know that’s what she’s after. Stop. There’s just no hustle. Dad I’m a rich girl now, mom you would be so proud. They all want to be me....

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She was happy to hear that drizzles had made the pollen more tollerable. She had been saddened by the large amounts of pollen that made herr eyes red and caused her to sneeze. Blowing into her bassoon became a chore due to the fact her nose was sore and sneezing bothered her. When the rains began she smiled: she wiped the dust and pollen off...

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Sostenuto Treble and Bass strings were Replaced ...

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Twenty Nine pigeon dinners and 24 gamehen dinners where ordered Catering to an orchestra three meals they were to perfect a new sound "Just Like Lovers" and " Unstick Me Zippa" ) dance groove( Intended to Inspire Singers sing Musicaians play composers composer great food and the Objectives and goals det. Let's do it! Ya'll let's do0it! ...

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uninvited meddling intruding on our happiness intruding and meddling undermining my who invited you into the mix how did you get involved with this acting like you supposse to be here who put you in our mix it aint cute it aint humorus punkazz moves this aint your introduction wondering who I am with like you Cupid or something get it right take your your Que and leave Emotional processing acting like a freind of...

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I reed-member the time when we were down ; we were suspended by the promoter in the South Side League this guy owned both a Hockey teaam, a Roller Derby Team and he was a Wrestling Promoter. I got suspended and couldn't get a job due to him owning every team or company in the area. I gotta call from "Begging Idiouce"...

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When asked what there names were one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice saying his stage name was "Rink rasher" and his partners was " Fresh Meat" he shook my hand and began a conversation: while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face. I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often...

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l listen to music everyday it takes away my bodies pain from rustling leaves to thunder storms to soothing sounds, l love it all Music is the Art of man just like a poet but sounds its plan if it has, connective heart and reaches mine, we'll never part l read it's written about despair but only instruments do l care 17...

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It was the year of coming into my own. It was the summer I turned fourteen and I was discovering the meaning of freedom. I owned a ghettoblaster and together would take my blanket up the hill to stretch out in an empty field. My horizons had expanded and life seemed full of possibilities. The future was a vast expanse. Not knowing made the...

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Brian died taking part of me with him The part that he lent me in 1966 Brian died and the colors diminished The notes out of rhythm and time — left unmixed (Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)...

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