Music Ode Poems | Examples
These Music Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Music. These are the best examples of Ode Music poems written by international poets.
The stars have descended a little lower, to keep us —
My kinsmen and I —company on this night watch
On a newly roused African night.
We filch a little bit of the effulgence of the waking moon,
Reluctant, with the invasion of jealous clouds, their plumes
Fragile with inconsistency.
We rely on the luminescence of each other’s eyes and the trust
In our hearts
Tinder, broken by flying flickers of fireflies,
Shine through the breath of darkness, dis-virgining the chunky yolk
Of secrets and the clout of night, so corvine.
Every breath keeps us warm and frightens the monsters lurking
Around the lean corridors of the enchanted thresholds.
The heavens stare downward —witnesses to a stifling explosion of
Will; so are the crepitating crickets and cicadas —in prayers they
Egg us on, and through borrowed liturgy of nocturnal canticles.
The heartbeats in us make silenced music —loud only by the essence of
Gaiety and humming drums lightly tapped by ancestral fingers,
Helping to warm our hearts and will in the face of the severest darkness
Made lighter by the glows of slow-running lights — the broad painting of
Dawn.
Categories:
tribute,
It looks to me like the iconic photo was shot on a Sunday
Behind an abbey that was soundless with loud prayers
The traffic was more human than mechanical
On the broad, asphalted spine of a skinned, dead zebra
Where four men created a useful, eye-catching scene
With their stern military march of youthful legs,
Coming together, yet drifting solemnly apart,
Each carrying that weight of something serious.
Categories:
london, music, tribute,
Sydney my love, Sydney my city
Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
First rays of the sun, spread here fun.
Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain.
Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city
Clean clean beaches, green green trees,
Pleasant weather, cool cool breeze.
Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty.
Sydney my heart, Sydney my city
Kangaroo, emu, parrots, cockatoo.
4X fun, taste of barbecue.
Having flora and fauna, folk and fidelity.
Sydney my delight, Sydney my city.
Cheers of beers, music and dance.
Events and sports, friendship and romance.
People enjoy varied leisure activity.
Sydney my crave, Sydney my city.
In habitant's haven, half a hundred hills.
Love surfing thrills, basking when chills.
They toil for growth and prosperity.
Sydney my choice, Sydney my city.
People here thrive in an easy life.
Happy happy children with serene smile.
Over everything, supreme is humanity.
Sydney my pride, Sydney my city.
- S. D. Tiwari
Categories:
12th grade, places,
God made Billy Joel
gave him clothes
to dress my soul
I wear those clothes
listening to music
My style my face
my picture of grace
From young to old
the picture is told
Decades were made
that did not fade
Music that I will
always remember
My soul music
my September
The words of music
always displayed
the feeling of life
'The Piano Man's life'
'She's always a Woman'
'Just the Way You Are'
Take me to 'Allentown'
and 'Zanzibar'
'To Scenes from A Italian
Restaurant'
'It's a Matter of Trust'
'A New York State of Mind'
We're always under "Pressure'
For 'The Longest Time'
'Only the Good Die Young'
for you that was a lie
You sailed 'The River of Dreams'
While singing a 'Lullabye'
This is the time to look in
'Rosalinda's Eye's'
Standing on a "Stiletto'
don't ask me why
So why should I worry
'You're my Home'
My 'Uptown girl'
it is shown
'She's got a Way'
'To Turn the Lights Back On'
When you Wish apon a Star'
'My Life' is half way home
'We Didn't Start the Fire'
We just kept it going on
with a song and a lyre
being our only strong
Categories:
ode, absence, music,
In Alabama’s warm embrace, you stood,
Barefoot and bold, with heart and soul imbued.
A flame unwavering, steady and bright,
You chase the shadows, bring dreams to light.
Devoted hand in hand, you never roam,
Her spark, your anchor, your guiding home.
Through roaring crowds and neon gleam,
You carry her love in every dream.
With passion fierce, you seek and find,
The sacred meaning in each line.
No stage too vast, no night too long,
Your heart composes life’s own song.
Grateful eyes that see the truth,
That love’s the fire that fuels your youth.
No fleeting fame can steal the gleam—
You shine because she’s been your dream.
O loyal dreamer, humble and strong,
In your pursuit, where you belong.
May your light forever stream—
From fireflies to neon’s gleam.
Note: Grateful for a 7th place finish in The Ode Contest.
Categories:
beautiful, dream, friend, fun,
“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
Categories:
beauty, bird, spring,
Only a few
make a pact
with the wind
Only a few
know the joy
there within
Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks
Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught
Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark
Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark
Only a few
hear the music
on high
Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Categories:
ode, time, travel,
Over four decades I’ve made memories,
faithfully captured and held dear.
On my knees as a 10 year old begging,
‘Mom will you please take me to see her?’
So may tears and so many smiles
your music has always brought solace.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over..
( See what I did there?)
Lyrics that just won’t quit. The G.O.A.T.
Undisputed and she’ll defend her title.
Mastering the art of veni vidi vici
is what this icon was born to do.
She’s set the tone and created an outlet
for our feminine wiles to divinely explode.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over:
there is only one Queen of Pop.
From a plane to a venue screaming,
just to be in such legendary ubiety.
Been to eight tours and I’d do it again
over and over …
Madonna!!!
Long may she reign.
Categories:
emotions, feelings, music, tribute,
On the ocassion of World Poetry Day:-
Poetry is my refuge on cold wintry nights
The first light of dawn
The evening twilight that paints the sky
In hues of fiery coral.
As the glorious orb dips below the horizon
Poetry whispers in my ears.
In spring, the season of joy and abundance
When vibrant flowers bloom
Leaves flutter in the zephyr
Birds sing in the trees
Gentle showers soak the earth
Refreshing Mother Nature
Poetry hums a song of revival.
When storms rage in my life
And devastation and havoc follows
Poetry is the rainbow after the rains
Bringing in hope and solace
Like the warm comforting embrace of my mother
In whose arms I find peace and feel safe.
Poetry is my muse
That fuels my creative juice
It is my emotion
That sparks imagination
The friend in times of sorrow and joy
A ever constant companion
The music and rhythm
And my connection with the world.
Categories:
ode, emotions, friend, hope, imagery,
Mere words cannot express
The depths of my respect
And how I mourn the fact that he's not here.
His open, honest smile,
His friendly country style,
Of course his voice and music keep him near.
As kids, on Thursday nights,
My dad turned down the lights
And by a roaring fire we'd sing his songs.
I've such dear memories...
We'd sing to his LP's
Until, at last, our bedtimes came along.
Oh, how those songs inspired
And lifted my heart higher
Each time my mundane life would drag me down.
And truly I believe
It cannot be just me
Who wishes that he could still be around.
So, here's to Brother John!
He's never really gone
As long as somewhere someone shares his songs!
He was one of the best
So may his soul be blessed!
His many fans will keep his mem'ry strong.
Categories:
music, song,
I will be the shoulder to catch your tears,
The chapter where your stories unfold.
I will be the door to your happiness,
The pillar that stands in your sorrow's hold.
I will be the teddy that soothes your madness,
The mirror that reflects your radiant beauty.
I will be the warrior guarding your battles,
And the shield that deflects hate’s cruelty.
I will be the target for your arrows of doubt,
The land where your dreams take root and grow.
I will be the medicine that heals your pain,
And the levels that uplift your life’s flow.
I will be the melody that fills your music,
The king who reigns in your palace of grace.
I will be the fragrance of your sweetest perfume,
And the expense for the luxuries you embrace.
I will be the love that fills your life’s pages,
The spark that ignites your endless flame.
Through every moment, in every way,
I will be yours—forever the same.
Categories:
10th grade, cute, emotions,
I can steal the gold in ole Fort Knox
Steal the loot in a pirates box
I can steal a stone from Stonehenge site
Steal the cape from a vampire knight
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
I can steal a bike from a cycle bunch
Steal a dinner from a lions lunch
I can steal the gate where the devil stay
Steal so quick the time of day
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
Categories:
ode, desire, relationship, song,
Inhale, exhale, like accordion-
organ of music in your being, conducive.
Nor elusive to your counterpart, woman.
Be thou what you love to be.
Do not listen to militants
that whisper fighting words out of insecurity,
that smell a foul smell,
of self burning the fields,
the green things of bountiful yields,
leave us choking on the smoked embers,
entrails of the tares, and quardon off cultivation
for the Valleys of shale.
Overtaken, by crawling things.
Or a boastful hare, with Men's running shoes and masculine fare.
Always in a race, bating with trickery,
the illusionist Tortoise against her own shell.
Nourishment is an honor bestowed.
Remember, that the servant is truly the King.
The provider is the Matriarch held in the greatest of steams,
saute of the home,
taste of generosity,
aroma of security.
Yang, you have quite the mistress,
indeed the support of a mystery,
remember this, well.
Categories:
art,
What brings me joy ,let me think?
Music, dancing and some drink
They all send my head spinning
Killjoys would call that sinning
Life without joy is so dull
It is joy which makes life full
Categories:
ode, joy,
The Father of Rock and Roll was not Elvis.
It was Chuck Barry, wild man from Chicago
He was the rhythm and blues king
His guitar solos and showmanship are legend.
Today we still hear some of his best songs on the radio.
Johnny Be Good, Nadine, Maybelline, Ding-a-Ling
Sweet Little Sixteen, Memphis Tennessee
He was amazingly talented, and marvelously fun to watch!
Categories:
ode, music,