Life Music Poems | Examples
These Life Music poems are examples of Music poems about Life. These are the best examples of Music Life poems written by international poets.
My mind a cave of favorite characters
And greatest hits
A life time of connections and sidekicks
Frank Zappa plays the soundtrack
In a tumble of tightly compressed acoustic riffs
A genius long gone, but ever present
When he’s done he says,
In tightly compressed electronic bytes
“May we burn it all down.”
And I wake refreshed
To another day, another dawn.
(9/17/26)
Don't try to understand too hard.
The lyrics you may disregard.
For, in life's song, you must see
the meaning's in the melody.
Yes, Deirdre Harrison, yes
I sang that song to my son
for years before he asked me to stop
I love you too,
Billy Holiday
"I'll always think of you that way"
in the way I hope my son
remembers me
when the trumpet plays its solo
and lesser sounds stop
This cabaret has cleared out
and the carousel has stopped turning circles
but "when the night is new"
I will find the corners
of the moon
and the meaning
of a strangely shaped life
As a violin cries, my voice soars
And as I move towards The Lord
With my chords and my cords
Singing of the heavenly rewards
(We are God’s instruments)
It is He Who invents
And uses us as His instruments
He produces with musical implements
Every instrument that repents
For The Holy Spirit (you see)
I am a wind wood who breathes
And gives up each breath
As the symphony will progress
So play on piano (ebony, ivory and hoary)
God has given us gifts for His glory
And God is instrumental in our salvation
(As He was also in His creation)
As the stars sang and in each angel’s refrain
Listening for the trumpet blast at the end of days
And we sing of (God, as He descends from above)
Jesus: The Way, Truth, and Life, The Ancient of Days
Listening to songs, like turning pages of a book
Just to hear what I need to and not overlook
any insight or lesson I may need right now
All to find a way to survive longer, somehow
I need to feel the meaning, take in what I hear
in so many songs I have heard year to year
I must relax to survive all these things
and come to terms with what life brings
So, I listen to these talented people who each gave a gift
out there for us to lean on, in a life we may drift
Heidi Sands
8/22/26
(C)opyright
means double-step
or two-step in English
The cobblestones
are our cheerleaders
on the uneven footing
of “a life half-lived”
No one is watching
as I lead you down the dirty streets
made clean by night
and romantic lighting
Everything is finding its ending
tonight
I know how your feet transfer weight
over stones
when you are tired
and trying to make your woman happy
I choose you
everyday
and I will dance badly
and call it romance
for a better artist to illustrate
Block off the sorrow
Wall off the pain
Quarantine tomorrow
When it returns again.
Don't play her music
Don't let the chords start
It penetrates the armor
that surrounds my heart.
She lies in a grave
Under a stone
She hoped and she gave
Now it's all gone.
You can riff a jazz song
You can play hard rock
Keep it harsh and strong
Don't turn on the clock.
In her last days her hairdresser came
Into our modest home
Temporarily cheered her up
with a scissors and a comb.
How have the mighty fallen
How has a vibrant life come low
I hear the past a' callin'
A place where I can't go.
So don't play that oldies song
Leave those memories alone.
Some doors stay closed for a reason—
Some hearts are better stone.
Two bodies…
wild whispering bodies,
intertwined,
touching,
longing,
stirring,
desiring,
trembling together.
Huddled beneath the warm blankets
with hearts racing,
softly,
silky,
hot,
wet desires of love…
romantic,
mischievous,
alluring,
climactic…
deliciously singing
of desire,
of love,
of life!
is taking longer than I thought
as I play by pressing keys
to keep unfaltering time
with the chords
of the pressing keys
of the piano in me
I am still playing
atop the ocean,
mastering waves,
mastering music
mastering God
Across the Atlantic
is sure to be
the home
the woman in me
was meant to see
The dreams that are by minnows cast
Cannot engulf the sea;
The splinter from an ancient mast
Cannot become a tree.
But then, the measure of a thing
Is not in what it’s not;
A note by which the world may sing
Is doing what it ought.
Simple being is what I worth the most
Any lofty ideals I won’t justify
I ditch principles and credos of those
Who are chosen to rule, born to lie
The existence I own makes enough
Foundation for the rest that I need
Like perceiving music, arts, feeling love
Taking care of the garden and weed
Hamlet’s question seems idle to me
Hope I don’t sound stiff or too proud
I’m your happy sad Jack - just to be
Is the most comfy thing I have found.
In appreciation of Jimi Hendrix and Mary Shelley
I am sick of minor authorities,
and my boring life, and those stupid fools -
of my job, order, and priorities.
Strike this mundane existence and these rules.
Rise, Jimi, with your electric guitar.
Ghost of your wild, psychedelic flower -
flash stirring midnight lightning from afar.
Jolt me with true, tempestuous power.
Nature, release me from the doldrums' grip,
Blast away, these cloudless, temperate days.
Come on baby, bring it. Now, let 'er rip.
Light up this flesh, these bones through purple haze,
Like Frankenstein and his beautiful wife,
the lightning and thunder bring this beast life.
Tracy, let's go
Let's "finally see
what it means to be living"
Let's hit the hills
before the sun sees us,
or our drunk, nostalgic fathers
Don't worry, my girl
They are still looking the other way
I got enough gas
to make it to the next gas station
I know someone in the city
I'll take care of you, Tracy
The lights never turn off
in New York City,
where the music
makes everyone dance,
and there isn't space
for loneliness
"Maybe we'll make somethin'
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove"
I'll blast the best of Seger and Petty
You and me, we were never
meant for the backseat
of anywhere
My girl, Tracy,
you are going "to be someone,
be someone, be someone"
is a lesson
my son still doesn't
want to learn
However,
his mom's feet are quicker
than crickets
flicking off
a floor
on fire!
When the right song
is playing.
life is too good
for slow steps
Help me put the food away
Give the pasta box a good rattle,
the Windex needs constant
stirring!
Life isn't waiting
or watching
when we laugh
over spilled Ragu
The Eastern Towhee
finds me mildly amusing,
staring at me with one eye
from the almost empty feeder
These counter tops
are not marble,
some stains don't come out,
and the paint chips when I scratch it
Thank God I care about other things,
and I don't need an audience
to be happy
It can't get better
than dancing
in the kitchen
I didn't say that,
Jackson Browne did
I'm not talking about music,
rhyme, or suicide
Isn't that just three
simple words
for what I cannot
wrap my mind around?
Ben, I won't tell you
now
that I came to the edge once
too
sometimes tomorrows
don't feel
like possibilities
I consider the view from the top
when breathing can sometimes be
the hardest part
Would air run wild to hold me
if I let go?
Does a passionate end
make an average life
worth reconsidering?
"Does it ever get easier mom?"
You might ask me in ten years
I'll tell you (the love and bane
of my existence)
"No, but its worth
multiplies"