Music Pantoum Poems | Examples
These Music Pantoum poems are examples of Pantoum poems about Music. These are the best examples of Pantoum Music poems written by international poets.
Scrapped slew of core concert memories,
they come back to me with an intro;
Set opens with that number one hit,
the crowd roars with the very first chord;
They come back to me with an intro,
taking me right back to that old tour;
The crowd roars with the very first chord,
tickets and wristbands capture the sound;
Taking me right back to that old tour,
endless lines and bustling adrenaline;
Tickets and wristbands capture the sound,
it gets pumped directly to my veins;
Endless lines and bustling adrenaline,
every nostalgic note comes flooding;
It gets pumped directly to my veins,
a portal to cut a rug through time;
Every nostalgic note comes flooding,
set opens with that number one hit;
A portal to cut a rug through time,
scrapped slew of core concert memories.
Slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me,
your voice is more than a cover song;
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback,
just promise me that you’ll have fun;
Your voice is more than a cover song,
I’m dying to lick up that intensity;
Just promise me that you’ll have fun,
it’s nothing if what’s left is morose;
I’m dying to lick up that intensity,
soak beats with blood on my wrist;
It’s nothing if what’s left is morose,
music’s here to elevate the vibe;
Soak beats with blood on my wrist,
as I inhale this once in a lifetime set;
Music’s here to elevate the vibe,
please let me be the first to listen;
As I inhale this once in a lifetime set,
I swear I’ll give you honest feedback;
Please let me be the first to listen,
slap it hard beta test a ‘nu jam on me.
Music should be covered therapy;
Take a day off just to listen;
With each note stress melts away,
free concert tickets can cure anything;
Take a day off just to listen
when everything is going insane;
Free concert tickets can cure anything;
It’s still louder inside my head;
When everything is going insane
with each note stress melts away;
It’s still louder inside my head;
Music should be covered therapy.
Enchanted Nostalgia
Nostalgia serenades of hidden memories
The heart remembers holding tokens of magic
Caresses raptures - silver moonlit sonatas -
Chases enchanted keepsakes - stardust fantasies
The heart remembers holding tokens of magic
A sweet harvest of wistful reflections gathered
Chases enchanted keepsakes - stardust fantasies
In silken syllables of warm hiraeth laughter
A sweet harvest of wistful reflections gathered
Caresses raptures - silver moonlit sonatas –
In silken syllables of warm hiraeth laughter
Nostalgia serenades of hidden memories
1-23-21
Contest: Proud Pantoum
Sponsor: Caren Curtsinger
Love me like the music,
comfort me like a song;
Be there when I need a release,
warm me with all those chills;
Comfort me like a song,
catch my tears and smile with me;
Warm me with all those chills,
turn up the level and never let me down;
Catch my tears and smile with me,
be there when I need a release;
Turn up the level and never let me down,
Love me like the music.
On a night of blooms and starlight,
Soft music drifts upon the breeze,
And the moon, so huge and white,
Charms all the nighttime with ease.
Soft music drifts upon the breeze,
And the magnificent seaside view,
Charms all the nighttime with ease,
Long since the morning bluejay flew!
And the magnificent seaside view,
Dreaming butterflies starry skies!
Long since the morning bluejay flew,
I hear the roaming seagull's cries.
Dreaming butterflies starry skies,
And the moon so huge and white,
I hear the roaming seagull's cries,
On a night of blooms and starlight.
Written on 12/7/2020
For: 'Pen a Pantoum' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
~~How I remain sane in life
One sees endless strife.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Meditation and music calms.
Where can I find some peace?
Petting my cat is so soothing.
Meditation and music calms.
Dwell on sweet memories.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Dwell on sweet memories.
How I remain sane in life.
June 3, 2020
Noon PST
Poem, # 1218
The day breaks on the edge of azure sea,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
Flapping feathered wings in cadence of glee,
venture out for prey far from the shoreline.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
gliding through the satin sheen of brine air,
venture out for prey far from the shoreline,
the rhythm of the dancing surfs they all share.
Gliding through the satin sheen of brine air
they make avian art in frame of sky.
The rhythm of the dancing surfs they all share
with music of rolling waves as they fly.
They make avian art in frame of sky,
flapping feathered wings in cadence of glee
with music of rolling waves, as they fly
the day breaks on the edge of azure sea.
December 13, 2019
Contest : Seagulls
Sponsor : Eve Roper
A childish whim, yet still I wish that I could fly
Above the clouds and through the Milky Way
For just one day to lift my soul into the sky
And there among the gilded moonbeams play
Above the clouds and through the Milky Way
To drift and dream and perhaps see heaven’s gates
And there among the gilded moonbeams play
In the music of the spheres my heart awaits
To drift and dream and perhaps see heaven’s gates
For just one day to lift my soul into the sky
In the music of the spheres my heart awaits
A childish whim, yet still I wish that I could fly…
3/20/16
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line"
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Morals, good principles have been twisted like Kudzu Vine
Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
Our notes linger in the air
Long after the music ends
The song we sing so rare
Sweet harmony that blends
Long after the music ends
Our melody lingers in the air
Sweet harmony that blends
Two lives that now we share
Our melody lingers in the air
The song we sing so rare
Two lives that we now share
Our notes linger in the air
For the dreaded Pantoum contest...
He was country the farm truck type
Loved animals I'll give you no hype
She loved frilly clothes dressed just right
Loved classical music, opera, and seeing sights
Loved animals I'll give you no hype
She was vey feminine loved lace with all her might
Loved classical music, opera, and seeing sights
How could they become two peas in a pod
She was very feminine loved lace with all her might
She loved frilly clothes dressed just right
How could they become two peas in a pod
He was country the farm truck type