Rock Music Poems | Examples
These Rock Music poems are examples of Music poems about Rock. These are the best examples of Music Rock poems written by international poets.
Colonel Parker found a young kid named Elvis,
and asked, “How are we gonna sell this?
The way he shakes that thing,
they’ll soon call him the king
because of his fabulous pelvis.”
They called him the rock and rock king.
All the girls would cry, “Ring-a-ding-ding”.
All until the sad day
they would solemnly pray,
because his pelvis was up in a sling.
"Solos come and go, but riffs last forever." ~ Keith Richards
Mick and Keith just came out with a single,
and they say it's a pretty good jingle.
That's why it makes sense
that these elderly gents
have "Rock and Roll Legends" on their shingle.
A kid when they rose from obscurity,
now I've reached a state of maturity;
or said another way,
as of this very day,
I'll be taking social security.
The Stones say our destiny is in stars
to the tune of Keith Richards guitar;
and if you ask me,
I'd have to agree,
just because we've all made it this far.
Rock angels playing
anthems that hit eternal.
Swift shred now echoes.
Onyx night chants surprise tunes;
your lips dance with luring lust.
Fused bodies rock in sweet beat,
thrill whispers in dark.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
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.
country folk blue grass
rock ‘n roll and rap
tapping and clapping
stomping and dancing
classical music
sonny and cher
tina turner
sweet bette midler
dolly parton
feeling it
harmony
melody
writer
singer
song
is like trying to find gold
in a bowl of white rice.
I found poetry
instead.
This one isn't a pearl
of wisdom or meaning,
but dirty truth;
a common rock,
cold and uncollected.
I listened to 'The Fray'
tonight, which I rediscovered
by accident
because I told Siri to play
'Two Step'
by Dave Matthews.
One followed the other
because I pay for Apple Music,
even if I drive a less-
than-sought-after Toyota
Corolla.
A man I love was once
a marine.
He doesn't know what he
wants hard enough to chose
a direction.
I know my North and South.
I have chosen true
West from East
and found myself
somewhere
in the middle of nowhere.
The Goo Goo Dolls
are playing one of my favorites,
'Better Days'
and someone else,
other than me,
is listening.
In glides the song - slick, sliding, to sway
feet to dance, the old soft-shoe shuffle.
Hips rock, and spiral, to endless beats
of drums that shake the air, soul, and floor.
On glides the song with echo refrains
sung by the adoring, cheering thong,
swaying their arms to flail, clap and whirl,
like winds fluttering flags and ribbons
relishing the joys of joining in.
Piano gently plays
Eyelids like shades drawn
Ease back in La-Z-Boy chair
The present slips away
Eternity is present
Piano gently plays
Fingering time and space
Reaching for relationship
With the most, high God
Piano Gently plays
I never leave haphazardly
The patrician Rock keeps me
He blesses me with peace
I trace His words in my spirit
Piano gently plays
Here’s to you, 1950
the year I was born
Greetings from the future
tinsel tossed, unadorned
Her vision like hindsight
make-up not required
Listenin’ to rock-roll music
that never expired
An Avid Pupil of "Mott the Hoople"
A Rocker from the Start
My Soul would Fear no "Megadeth"
But Lost my Heart to "Heart"
I'd never Plant the "Plants"
Or Turn the Page on "Pages"
Till I Cross the River "Styx"
I'll Rock the "Rock of Ageless"
PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
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There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
He dreamed of the stage,
a rock star despite his age.
His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet.
He practiced with pots and with pans,
in hopes of a life with great bands.
With a crash and a boom,
he shook up the room,
Wishing for a gazillion and one fans.
He donned leather pants, shiny and tight,
and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!"
But when he would play,
the crowd ran away,
He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely.
The system may just overload.
A lead foot going down the road.
Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely.
That sound broke apart inside me,
hearing the guitar my pulse slowed.
Woahhh.. rock and roll.
Man that vibrates, this is heavy.
Music defined by that zip code,
with every lyric those roots showed.
It can take you back easily,
woahhh.. rock and roll.
OH ANGIE my beau in morning light,
We've rocked on all through the night.
UNDER MY THUMB, our love still burns,
Rolling dem stones to what she yearns.
PAINT IT BLACK, let's sing the tune,
Let it play from dawn to noon.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,
But it sure pays to taunt and flaunt.
Let's toss the TUMBLIN' DICE again,
For love is luck, and we're in the game.
WILD HORSES couldn't drag us apart.
Now we're dancing heart to heart.
HONKY TONK WOMEN now that's a tune,
To croon RUBY TUESDAY over the moon.
To rock the socks of dem rock tones.
By rolling moss right off dem stones.