Appreciation Music Poems | Examples
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A soft wind whispers
early September.
The year is passing
and you are closed
for good.
You were more
than brick and mortar—
You had a heart.
Now you rest in shadows
in the downtown.
You still bear the voices
of those who came in
for a burger or a drink
also playing video games
or sports.
I still hold in my heart
how you cared for
the servers working
their way through college.
They were the dearest friends.
But mostly I remember
the Friday nights when
I stood on the dining porch
and you urged me to sing.
I still hear the applause.
I still hold dear the night
when I painted a waterfall
while nursing a drink
in your loft.
O how a blank canvas came to life.
Each morning the sun shines
but your lights are off.
Sparrows dance in the sidewalk
and chatter by the front steps.
But as I drive and take a look
I sing my song for you.
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Aggiunta di cipolla
Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
Thank you Mr. Manigone
for the joy you brought us
with your flugelhorn.
We who remember
will never forget
you and your music
especially the song
"Feels So Good".
Georgia gentle on my mind
Willie took us on the journey home
~ never a sweeter nostalgic feeling
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Went to a concert last night, across town,
To see an old favorite of mine, Jackson Browne.
We slogged through a downpour of thunder and rain,
Where the opening song had a “deluge” refrain.*
The show was amazing; the singing so fine
That years fell away with each lyrical line.
The fans were enamored; we clapped and we cheered
As our younger selves, as if by magic, appeared.
For more than three hours, the music fulfilled
The crowd’s expectations, with most of us thrilled.
Yet still, there was texting on cell phones a’light
From various seats, which just didn’t seem right.
It put a slight damper on what was, to me,
An evening as special as any could be,
For certain performers tap into the past
With a power that, over the years, seems to last.
*”Before the Deluge” by Jackson Browne
NOT BASELESS IS
Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul
By Aaron Davis
Not voiceless is the ocean's roar, crescendo notes rise off the floor
it all comes waving on the shore, rising up to meet me at the door
I'm sure that there are treble clefs and flats but heh! what I adore,
is when Maestro strikes a pose, it makes my soul, begin to roar.
By Mystic Rose
I don't know how,
To speak Spanish,
But I love the music,
I hope that one day,
I'll learn the language,
And sing my heart out.
Classical is from the Middle Ages
in the mid-1940's we had Bebop
a fast-tempo 19th / 20th century Jazz
then along came Doo-wop
with group harmonies
the 50's brought us rock and roll
which developed the 1960's
(sad to say) Disco and its glitter ball
then psychedelic pop rock
blues and folk rock
and in the 1970's it was Hip-hop
and also Rap
which was misspelt
it should read 'Crap'
the 1980's were synthesised
1990's gave us Garage and Grunge
2020's saw online streaming
by the record industry which makes me cringe
Country music (C&W) too (hit or flop)
I know it's true I left out (Reggae) more than a few
but no matter the genre tempo or key
the self-same seven notes do it for eclectic me
Wispy windblown notes tingling,
gliding down a moonbeam
whilst magnolias perfume the air,
the thought of you ever on my mind.
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on July 29, 2025 for contest 1399 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
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 mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.
And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom
AP: 3rd place 2025
it's not what i paid for
kind of blue spangalang
but the doctor was in good spirits
and told me he wasn't to know how rubbish
the radiologist was
as he laughed at my ultrasound
and asked my children if they're playing with slime
arco lounge toast
is there marmite on my face?
and drinking beer in the family stand at the cricket
"it's non-alcoholic pal."
"is it?" asks the member of staff
and the bloke in the urinal next to me
leans on the wall, yelling "come on!"
really profound stuff
give me a licorice stick
and you'll witness my jazz face
Melting
Glistening, peace
Streaming with epiphanies
Resting gently in laughing sprays
Descants of richest notes
Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far.
In no time at all, California's native son became a star.
On television in "Here Come the Brides", he played "Jeremy"
This role cemented his tremendous popularity.
His first recording of "Little Woman" soared up the charts.
Bobby won uncountable teenage girls' hearts.
His burgeoning popularity was totally unquestionable.
Other hits that followed made him a big teen idol.
With all the attention he was getting, there was some strife.
Bobby decided to back away to a quieter life.
Yes, Bobby certainly accomplished much in his day.
At the age of eighty-one, he silently passed away.
Bobby Sherman
(1943-2025)
I thank Wikipedia,org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Nature presents canary tweet
Sweet rhythm greets with hopeful beat
Cheering God's grace* now
For sure, it’s a wow…
Midst melody of freedom treat.
*1 Peter 5:10 - But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
June 12, 2025
3rd place, "Out on a Lim" Animal Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/14/2025