Rhyme Music Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Music poems are examples of Music poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Music Rhyme poems written by international poets.
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.
What splendor, this melodic, lyrical tune
Lilting neath, this hypnotic, miracle moon
Mozart's mortal delight, sings in portals of light
What magical moments, these moments in June
In dancing, as experienced by my eyes,
I see figures of beauty and of grace,
in steps, choreographed or improvised,
moving rhythmically through space;
but, as I see others, I become aware
that others may set eyes on me as well,
another circumstance, altogether,
as they see a homely man without hair,
not an Arthur Murray clientele,
and much heavier than a feather.
Yet, by replacing sight with other senses,
I find it was my eyes that did impede,
with self-conscious, self-constructed fences,
but now, my joyous spirit has been freed,
and I can connect, engage, and hear,
as my body, merges with the sound
of the rhythm and the melody,
and my feet, my heart, my soul, my ear,
lose themselves as I twirl madly round -
thankful that I can no longer see.
Gotta get the kinks out of his keyboard
warm up well before he performs
Like a fencer plays with the tip of his sword
sets his fingers to fly like a unicorn ...
Ah, but that's simple: it’s a pianist, you say
poets don’t speed along their way
Consider this, though, my newfound friend ~
poets race their thoughts as they round the bend
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
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.
With glossy lips and many quips, she
Busted onto our screens,
Midst applause she chortled
And careened.' trod the boards, and praised the Lord, made
A hoard with dollywood, it all looked
good,
Then she went obscene, was a vax-keen
Queen, pumping that song, it was oh so wrong..Yet let God alone judge, He alone sees
Through all the fudge.)
I once was a serious poet
rubbing my forehead ‘til it wrinkled
Scratched my beard night and day
spreading flakes of dandruff every which way
But then I had an epiphany
writing pop songs was ten times as easy
I limited my lyrics to ‘O, Baby’
the rest of my story ~ pure gravy
He cannot speak or say a word.
His singing voice is seldom heard,
but sadly, he will hum,
and gently, he will strum...
the little hummingbird.
I went to Carolina in my mind
to see what I could find.
Oh, but it was awesome -
the Carolina possum.
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Horses up, horses down
Hang on to the pole, don’t you fall
Say hello to the circus clown
Come and hear the calliope
Close your eyes and count to three
Cheerful music, spirits soar
Laughter sails across the sea
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Welcome to our happy town
We pull up stakes in two more days
Our sand dial is the bright sun’s rays
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
Ol' Sol descended. The day was done.
There was no sound from the sun.
I could hear no celestial tune
from that bright golden balloon.
I may as well give a futile try
to catch the song of a butterfly,
so, I listened with a silver ear,
harp strings on the moon to hear.
Hear these hibiscus hymns
Colorful souls fragrant breeze
Like song in nose in ears swim
Delightful gold melodies
Lovely ballet of blue butterflies
Wings that flutter around flowers
The beauty against summer skies
Daydreaming in the garden for hours
Hearts that seek a healthy retreat
Find a bench to sit and reflect
Listen to red birds happily tweet
As squirrels scamper nature respects
Crab grass seems to add a note
As bare feet walk so leisurely
Like green symphony with tan toes
Tall trees with leaves that sing
Hibiscus hymns are inside all
Who open heart and pray
Breaking down imagined wall
Seeing nature and man embraced
On Brighton streets where the buskers play,
Ren poured his soul out day by day.
Three young musicians heard his sound,
Stopped in their tracks, turned right around.
A jam sparked fire, a sudden crowd rush.
Four voices blending into The Big Push.
Strangers at first, but the music proved
That fate steps in when the right hearts groove.