Love Music Poems | Examples

These Love Music poems are examples of Music poems about Love. These are the best examples of Music Love poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberTHE STAGE IS MY PAGE




THE STAGE IS MY PAGE

I don’t write poems—
I live them/

Jazz is my heartbeat/
poetry my voice/
truth my purpose/

I don’t sing the words/
I paint them/
in sound, soul/
and hip-spoken stories/

Man, that’s the vibe/

I speak the music/
all day, every day/
words, beats, people, power/

Real voices change the world.
Dreams don’t work/
unless you do/

Speak it/
Live it/
Love it/

Every verse is a movement/
a music poster for the mind/

The mic is my pen/
The stage is my page/
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberThe Glow Of Lyrics Trimeric

Encapsulated inside lyrics that glow,
fire this hot will never be assuaged.
Love insists on the beat of drums
backed up by solid electric guitar. 

Fire this hot will never be assuaged,
turned on and turned up to purple 
every speaker sticks to your blood. 

Love insists on the beat of drums
to drown what sits inside so thick.
Once its held can it ever truly fade? 

Backed up by solid electric guitar,
our story shines for a crowd to feel. 
In the burning ballad hides its soul.

Premium MemberGangsters

I was sitting on a three legged stool
Somwhere in the middle of ninteen seventy 
nine.
Milking, by hand,a cow in the byre
When I heard, Gangsters ,
A song by the Bristish Ska band,
The Specials 
On the transistor radio.

And it's like when you fall in love
Or when you recieve an unexpected gift.
Music is the gift that,
Keeps on giving.
Im forever falling in love
Over and over again.

Premium MemberI Will Find the Corners of the Moon

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
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberDancing Blind

Dancing blind is what they called us, we both had two left feet. I moved on the dance floor, then she followed me gracefully. Awkward it became, as they laughed at us. We did not care, as we held each other tight in love. In love with each other, in love with the rhythm of the music. In our last big turn, our canes showed. The room went silent, only the music could be heard. Now they knew we were blind, but not by the music or by our feet.


Premium MemberSOUL TRAIN MARQUIS

The train pulling into the dance floor
Upbeat galore
Love, Peace, Music and Soul
R&B Hip Hop energized high
Music that doesn’t Stop
Dance Line Feel
Maneuvering associate
Rhythm smooth
Soul Train Rule
Portal Soul Train
Schedule of Dance moves
Flexibility center
Songs to dance along
Peace in spirit
Soul in heart
Music in amp
Love Embrace
Soul Train encounter
Soul Train Dance Front and center
Soul Train Minute.

Premium MemberOde to Midwinter

Poetry Wheel Challenge:

Theme: Adventure
Emotion: Courage
Color: Pearl
Season: Midwinter
Form: Ode
Object: Mirror
Verb: Sing

Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.

Sing a song of adventure today 
It's  Midwinter time of the year 
Solstice ~~ snow is falling, everywhere
Colours are pearl white, so bright
Everywhere my eyes do look ~ extreme beauty
Sparkles all over trees, oozing light
How I love this time of year
Mirror ~ mirror on the wall
What is my emotion today ?
Mirror replies  " it's courage my friend "
" your strong as a lion, especially when problems arrive "
So let us all sing a song of freedom
Every season of year ~ not just at Midwinter

Premium MemberMusic of the Evening

The quaking aspens shake their silver leaves 
like paper bells as evening breezes 
dance across the lake's gray surface, 
stirring gentle swells 
that splash the pebbled shore. 
The coo-hoo-hoo of owls is like a love song 
softly sung among the shadows 
of the branches high above. 

The descant of the sighing breeze, 
the rustle of the trees, 
the owls' low harmonies accompanied 
by the timpani of rocking water 
on the bow of anchored boats 
are all melodic notes that play 
the unique music 
of the evening.

Premium MemberPick Me Up and Play Me!

The strings of my Stradivarius
have waited too long
for you 

Crows are breaking the sky
with frantic, angry feathers
and lawn mowers cut straight lines
with the raucous killing of sound

Quieter, more sinuous
strings should fill the thirsty air

Play ‘Promontory’
by Trevor Jones and Randy Edelman
so I can feel
the meaning behind things
through metal
and resonant wood

You control the bow
like a desperate, dying dancer
creating new colors
through the rubbing
of horsehair to steel
and goat gut

Beautiful things sometimes come
from raw origins

That I were your Stradivarius
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMorning Music

dew trickles, rinsing dusty leaves
cleansing the dark despair who grieves
exchanging daydreams for nickels
rinsing dusty leaves, dew trickles

rushing thoughts, over mountain streams
for nickels, exchanging daydreams
oh, the tears, so tied up in knots
over mountain streams, rushing thoughts

blazing sunlight, erasing fears
so tied up in knots, oh, the tears
cherish the still of dawn so bright
erasing fears, blazing sunlight

gentling praise, love to which I’m drawn
so bright, cherish the still of dawn
weeping words beneath sun’s soft gaze
love to which I’m drawn, gentling praise

Premium MemberIn a Song

Find it in the song,
love that is long gone -  
when a pretty smile
made you walk a mile.
It's still hiding there - 
magic in the air.

Premium MemberLiving Music

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!

Premium MemberFrom One End of the Piano to the Other

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
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSimple Being

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.

Premium MemberTo the wounded heart

Love is a complex melody
a most divine soothing remedy



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

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