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.
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Adventure
Emotion: Courage
Color: Pearl
Season: Midwinter
Form: Ode
Object: Mirror
Verb: Sing
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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
"May the queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow,
You hold spring beauty in your pouch,
Kangaroo-style; yes, queen of blossoms,
You weave a tapestry of bright colors.
Oh, your sunflowers; they crane their necks
To follow the bright afternoon sun.
Your blooming chrysanthemums, arresting;
Flirting with butterflies and hummingbirds.
Your h e a l i n g rain overflow my cup
With gratitude; you stay dressed up in green.
I hear birds tweet their mirth. I love thee, May.
On reading Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn,”
and moved by that sweet, dulcet, deathless ode,
my kindled spirit through his fire doth burn,
and yearns to tread his same resplendent road
of Poesy. Though Keats compels through early death,
his measured music wakes eternal powers
of rhyme and awe. O sanctifying Breath!
his words still bloom—a fragrant choir of flowers.
But poets such as he must soon perish
(too soon!). Yet I receive his mantle; may
his genius fill my soul’s most ardent wish,
to forge such odes as bide the Judgment Day.
These lines shall live if Keats my heart inspire,
for his “Grecian Urn” yet burns with deathless fire.
On staves of five lines and four spaces,
with straight, strong stems and fatted faces,
and though placed at strictest intervals
all are necessary integrals.
Some short, some long, some tied together;
but every tie is not a tether
for their individuality
soon enhances what they all will be.
And while possessing rare qualities
and occasional frivolities,
each note's harmonious volition
helps to complete the composition.
How I admire their ability,
their fluid ease and agility
to work together and get along...
If only life could be like a song.
It was the year of coming into my own.
It was the summer I turned fourteen and
I was discovering the meaning of freedom.
I owned a ghettoblaster and together
would take my blanket up the hill
to stretch out in an empty field.
My horizons had expanded and
life seemed full of possibilities.
The future was a vast expanse.
Not knowing made the mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.
And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom
AP: 3rd place 2025
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.
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
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
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!
A couple are wed
At a tiny chapel
On a country road
The guest are waiting
Outside to congratulate
The guest gather outside
only the wedding party
Are allowed inside
For the wedding ceremony
The guest greet thecouple
When they come outside
Throwing rice at them
When they leave the chapel
They go somewhere for photos
While the guest travel
To the reception hall
When the meal is served
A toast to bride and groom
Then throw the bouquet
With dancing music follows
hello Bob
Ten grammys!
And you are a Christian!
The Times They are a Chang'n
You have an Academy award too?
Blow'n in the Wind
Your parents must be proud!
Falling Leaves
Falling leaves touching the ground softly.
Why can’t love be more like falling leaves?
But when they fell on me,
They knocked me off my feet,
And all I could see was you leaving me
And falling leaves.
Falling leaves falling hard on me.
Why is love mean like falling leaves?
And all I can see is you leaving me
And falling leaves.
Falling leaves
Touching the ground softly.
Why can’t love be
More like falling leaves?
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Note:
Elvis Aaron Presley was born on January 8, 1935, in Tupelo, Mississippi, and died on August 16, 1977.
The two greatest Jews I ever knew
Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach, a singing troubador
reaching lost souls through his joyous music
Taken from us too soon, too soon, 1994
The Lubavitcher Rebbe, who saw a smile on every Jew
Made you proud to say, 'The Rebbe I knew'
Never found a Jew so jaded, so touch
that he couldn't find his sunshine, sure enough
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Both of these great men were taken from us in 1994.
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022