Music Onomatopoeia Poems | Examples
These Music Onomatopoeia poems are examples of Onomatopoeia poems about Music. These are the best examples of Onomatopoeia Music poems written by international poets.
there is something about
the simplistic shape of a conundrum
an ancient voice in modern mouth
in cartloads for the few to quell
where ice finding comfort in flames
many a throat bending breath
singing like electric birds of paradise
fully charged and chirping
hum and twang and cooing purr
songbirds, my blackened raven
thaw from towers, steel beauty, caw
across tropics, canopies and solitudes
sweet openings to a midnight's play
oh warm to my lips, my songbird, warm
we fill each other, marry
From somewhere the beat of drums
Steady rhythms piercing my senses
Persistently thump, thumping a bass
Thump, thump, thump, thumping
Behind unimaginably monotonous lyrics
And I longed for a crooner like Sinatra
Center stage with a single spotlight
No flashing strobes or crystal disco balls
Or pounding migraine made to order
written November 22, 2021
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot
Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch
Old soles of slippers whisper tales to the hardwood as I stroll
Cars swoosh by, tires scrape wet streets as down the street they go
Open the drawer where flat ware is with a soft sandpapery glide
Spoon in hand, thick pouring cream, silent honey not far behind
In my mug, tiny circles burst with decorous plip
Gentle, rumbly, raspy snores from Kitty in her sleep
Dragon breathing gas poofs on, cracked eggs soon gasp then bubble
F sharp kabong when toast springs up, scorched bread is healed with butter
Contented sounds from fridge, computer – clicking, ticking, bleep
“We’re in good working order”, they say in the land where electronics speak
Vibrations bounce with ringing bells soft or booming in my ears
When noises cease abruptly, that’s the sound I love to hear.
11/6/2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
To Please The Poet
by Michael R. Burch
To please the poet, words must dance—
staccato, brisk, a two-step:
so!
Or waltz in elegance to time
of music—mild,
adagio.
To please the poet, words must chance
emotion in catharsis—
flame.
Or splash into salt seas, descend
in sheets of silver-shining
rain.
To please the poet, words must prance
and gallop, gambol, revel,
rail.
Or muse upon a moment—mute,
obscure, unsure, imperfect,
pale.
To please the poet, words must sing,
or croak, wart-tongued, imagining.
Originally published by The Lyric
Holding on …soothing music…...waiting, patiently,
Then I could sure, hear a voice, calm and flat.
With some precise questions…
Questions... indeed, there will be a genre always. Likely.
Wandering moments float by, lives bonded with legit answers.
As I was answering those questions,
Somehow, I knew slowly for sure,
There was a happening, destined, on the other side, too
And I observed an inevitable happening of inflection in the voice
While briefly stressing a point, putting viewpoints to bring it together.
This, very one-sided conversation, mostly- a matter of mine
Gradually turned into something more profound, an implicit metaphor.
Shifting scenes, crossroads of lives, touch on a merging …
With all the naïve eagerness for an alibi of dreaming….
And never returns empty-handed, never was an utter defeat.
My darkness corresponded with the voice last night to explore a meandering river trail!
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Drums trying to maintain a certain beat
Guitars either strumming or singing
Violins studying their scales and arpeggios
The piano pouring out its player’s soul
Clarinets and flutes blowing out harmonies
A mesmerizing vocal cuts through
A white butterfly flutters freely
Basking in the building’s flowing melodies
Students rushing in and out of the cafeteria
Sheet music in their hands while eating
Leaves of variant colors fall from the trees
The wind blows in one direction
Compensating for the scorching hot sun
Taking turns as nature takes its usual course
Old friends reconcile and greet each other
Re-living past memories and narrating the present
Speaking of profound concepts within their discourse
Anyone overhearing may be left confused
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Many things happening all at once
Yet the resonant music remained unnerved
Acoustic Guitar
My fingers dance on the slender body
I am harmoniously in love with it
It's always there to resonate my heart
I get drowned in its soft chords
Away from the world, in the parterre
We both go string labelling
With pronounced active pickups
It's semitones enter the fathoms of my soul
Contest-Music to my soul.
Spoñsor-Laura Loo.