Simile Music Poems | Examples
These Simile Music poems are examples of Music poems about Simile. These are the best examples of Music Simile poems written by international poets.
As the maestro meticulously draws sound from the strings,
Feelings and sensations the music brings.
A skilled violinist performing with skill,
Can lull your heart and make it still.
The maestro has a story to tell,
And with his violin he tells it well.
Quickly rising with a higher pitch,
Then fallings again as in a ditch.
Bow across strings faster and faster,
A building crescendo by the master.
Then the soothing of a softer sound,
A sense of release the artist has found.
It’s much like life with its ups and downs,
A revealing balance of smiles and frowns.
Allusion the word used
it seemed out of place
and wedged between
repetition and simile.
Her thick English sounding accent
was as attractive as her
Gorgous face and , she had
more appeal then all the Ladies here combined!
She was talking about writing and began
bragging about the day she
was in Windsor Canada and meet
Feasty Broadway ( the world renewed)
Musician and singer.
She said she took the bus from
Detroit and while there
the went to the Windsor Stadium while
several folk auditioned for
The play? or Opera " Best Sentio( Bel Canto).
" There he was all cute and smelling great:
and I was flabbergasted as I got his autograph.
While there we heard a guy talking to another guy
about the "The Treasure of Kiss-Per"
we thought it was a play: until we heard them speaking about
getting the ship close enough to
the detroit shoreline. Then we remembered
the legend of the Tresures of Churches, taking by
Canadain Pirates in
the early 20 th centery.
My freind and I stood there
and found out Feasty was involed in the Unearthing of the Loot!
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.
Oo those saccharine melodies,
Those yummy and dulcet candies,
Like this midsummer in June,
Sing one song in one tune.
Though music has evolved,
Still it feeds our hungry souls,
Like today’s world is of rock’n’roll,
Where verses and stanzas insanely troll.
Like the falcon tunes soar,
Like the thunder tones roar,
Emotions flow like blue seas,
Letting ones prison soul free.
Though fine art may be music,
Still believed to be a white magic,
Like a talisman are it’s effects,
seductive but it’s not a defect.
Yesterday was of drums and sitars,
Today is of pianos and guitars,
Euphoria lies within the strings,
Secret of inner peace and grins.
Life is a melody the strings in your fingers,
Lyrics are in your mind but tunes may linger,
Play the best song along your way whenever,
Music is love and love remains forever!
Poesy and song are all about
rhythm and flow, and tunes and tones;
how every rise and fall throughout
make melody within the zones
and forms of verse without fade-out
to listener's tympanic bones.
Measure’s a trick of deft poets,
who know the cadence of their feet
gives lines their tempo. And so it’s
like Poesy’s pulsating heartbeat;
it’s hypnotic (and you know it’s
rhythmic),—so feel its potent beat.
Together, Poesy's clear measure
(the crests and troughs of its music,
the highs and lows of its leisure)
can roar like a score symphonic,
an orchestra of high pleasure
with counterpoint so harmonic!
Sitting on the Field
Lights come up on stage
All we have is time
I don’t mind the wait
I looked at you
And you looked at me
I do know why
I found you
I wonder how
You found me too
So baby don’t tell me
Just give me your hand please
And let’s watch the show, Ma
And please understand me
The chronic we blazing
Straight to our prefrontal cortex its racing
Now all my thoughts are spacing
All I see is you
Bracketed time eclipses the scene
Upon a river of notes
My love like a beam
Please pinch me, my dear
I hope this is no dream
The Tempo of Life
Like metronome just pacing time,
the years click slowly by;
adagietto overtime,
the melody’s sad cry.
A once allegro symphony
so bold and full of joy,
my life was lush and so carefree,
a moment to enjoy.
But now the times are not so quick,
the tempo slowing down;
I hear the metronome’s dull click;
this song has shed its crown.
I long for tempo primo now;
I miss those carefree days;
my symphony must not allow
these melancholy ways.
August 10, 2019
Chips and Salsa (22 Feb 2019)
Life could be better, but easily worse.
Sometimes I feel blessed, other times cursed.
As I get older, I look back and see—
Life’s mostly better, when you are with me.
Sometimes we argue, but don’t really fight.
I know you love me, so it’s all right.
You know I love you, so it’s plain to see--
Life’s clearly better when you are with me.
If you should leave me, don’t know what I’d do.
My life’s completely invested in you.
I’ve gotta keep you, wherever I go
Life’s surely better together, you know.
I’m moving forward, but keep looking back.
Anything missing? Anything lack?
With hindsight vision, I look back and see,
Life’s been always better when you were with me.
We’re like chips and salsa, with some cilantro inside (kinda feisty).
We’re like chips and salsa – with jalapenos inside (kinda spicy).
We go together, obviously; I hope, forever, that you’ll stay with me.
We’re like chips and salsa, with guacamole one the side (really tasty).
The girl picked up the flute and played.
It sang and sang and sang;
Sometimes low like a wild cat’s purr;
Sometimes high like a songbird.
Sometimes loud like a charging bull;
And sometimes quiet like a whisper that dances in your ears.
There, resting in stoic frame, it
reflected its sheen surface; glowing
like a stilled black water river—The stage
mocking banks at high tide.
Ebony rowed keloids rose in-between
marshmallow like parallels—Aping
a skewed checkerboard smile
frozen in time: a 9 to 13 tuned ratio.
Marooned in this tuned ratio,
all held rhythmic visions
that veiled eyes could not see;
all held tuned sounds
that clogged ears could not hear.
88 heartbeats per time—Waiting.
There in stilled silence, lived an eternity
of unity—abiding in melodic bliss: a quiet
concerto of beauty—awaiting its released.
Give me a thoughtful image
That I can reveal in black and white,
Or with tints and shades of colors
Using pastels, ink, or graphite.
Even the most common thing
Can seem to be introspective
When rendered with clever shading
Or seen from a different perspective.
Find me a new metaphor,
Or a novel unused simile—
Something like alliteration
To bring to life my poetry.
Help me write some plays on words,
Or a sentimental nuance,
That would appeal to those lovebirds
That see the world through the lens of romance.
Inspire me with lyrics
And clever rhymes that tell a story.
Then hum a new chord progression
That would support a melody.
Add guitar riffs and a hook
That surprise like an epiphany.
Bind them together like a book:
A multi-genre fusion symphony.
(Chorus)
Give me an idea worthy of a drawing, poem, or song;
Something inspiring enough to push creativity along.
Something interesting enough to fire the synapses in my brain.
Something provocative enough to make all stop and look again.
Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.
In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.
Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.
MUSIC
Like the wind flying through the air
As the fire crackles out a beat
Like the waterfall crashing against rocks
like music to my ears
NOTE: I wrote this when I was about 10. Found my old poetry! So happy!
This is a poem I wrote in english class today.... It was an assignment... It had an
ABBACDCDEE rhyme scheme, and had to include alliteration, metaphor, personification,
assonance, and simile.
Music is the motivation,
beneath the feet of my frame.
Even songs by which I know no name,
I incessantly dance to every creation.
The beat gets me through the day
like night vision gets owls through dusk;
the lyrics sing directly my way,
my mind a free spirit in the wind-strewn dust.
If its irritating to take notice of constantly,
ignore it, as it guides me.