Music Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Music Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Music. These are the best examples of Quatrain Music poems written by international poets.
Just as each heartbeat is virgin,
as vital breath impulsed by God,
propelled by divine magnetism,
to gong of Om we give our nod.
The sacred rhythm within resounds,
nurtured in heart, scripted by mind,
symbols by bliss beats garlanded,
with music of the spheres aligned.
Waves of the ocean lap the shore,
dancing to orbit of the moon,
so likewise the poems we pen,
are God’s gifts received when we swoon.
Epiphanies that dawn are shared,
each authored by the universe,
wherein we but reflect the light,
without any need to rehearse.
And my heart's suddenly skipping a beat
To the tune of his wooden, stringed acoustic
He's always been who I was meant to meet
His words sung, spoken, or written: my music.
My cheeks warm and soften into a smile.
When I am serenaded by him, my heart swells.
His songs make me happy longer than awhile.
Truly he is the one whom in my heart dwells.
And my heart suddenly slows so steadily
As he sensually seduces my body and mind.
His handsomeness makes me give in readily.
His everything all makes him one of a kind.
My whole body and mind sink inward.
He early on became my favourite partner ever.
His lovemaking makes me love being forward.
He is my best, last, dearest ever lover.
dew trickles, rinsing dusty leaves
cleansing the dark despair who grieves
exchanging daydreams for nickels
rinsing dusty leaves, dew trickles
rushing thoughts, over mountain streams
for nickels, exchanging daydreams
oh, the tears, so tied up in knots
over mountain streams, rushing thoughts
blazing sunlight, erasing fears
so tied up in knots, oh, the tears
cherish the still of dawn so bright
erasing fears, blazing sunlight
gentling praise, love to which I’m drawn
so bright, cherish the still of dawn
weeping words beneath sun’s soft gaze
love to which I’m drawn, gentling praise
The night leaned in to tell me things the daylight never knew,
its murmurs soft as drifting ash, its breath a silver hue;
I answered with a trembling voice that rose then fell again,
a half-song shaped from longing’s thread, repeating its refrain.
He was serenading me with such soft singing
On the first Saturday of the New Year.
So sweetly staring at me while strumming.
I smiled, finally realizing I've nothing to fear.
Love things sweet and easy:
Porridge, coffee, good ol' me.
Most of all every day really
I love how he treats me sweetly.
Love things sort of nasty:
Booze, cigarettes, how he's sexy.
Sometimes so wasted, I go crazy.
But nothing will change how he loves me.
Love things to be fun and free:
Music, media, reading are what I do daily.
Walks, lazing, enjoying life indulgently.
This freedom all I ever wanted to be.
Love things just as they are for me:
Neighbors for friends, socializing easily.
All I ever wanted was to live this simply.
Sadly, I'll never live up to what I could be.
You and I together realize just why
We have to give love a much better try.
We shall never let this love of ours die,
Unlike them who always made me cry.
You and I will sooner or later realize
I can become a pianist, like my grandmother.
You are the guitarist, like my grandfather,
One day we'll make music people idealize.
You and I will eventually share a home.
You'll cook for me, like my other grandfather.
I am your wife, like my other grandmother.
I'll clean and I'll even go wherever you roam.
You and I were always meant to meet.
Your heart is safe in my hands and with me.
You don't got to question what I clearly see.
Life is not something for you alone to defeat.
Firstly I had an onesided love with a man
Who turned out to never have had a plan.
He played guitar, he always loved music,
But he never cared for my heart so lovesick.
This man once first loved me with a passion
Until he reverted back to his strict religion.
He expected me to change myself for him,
But I am a woman who follows every whim.
I loved him despite being held arm's length,
Because I bear understanding and strength.
Even though we were nice, I was not enough.
He never saw me as a diamond in the rough.
Rather than try to appease this hypocrite,
I decided one day to just let him have it:
The truth of how he made me feel conflicted
In my own mind over all things he defended.
Beneath flashing string of neon lights
Lining the top of wall and ceiling
Of my room with a window of town sights,
I dance to trance music so freeing.
Beneath me on a table a glowing candle,
As I gently twirl around my room,
I begin to grab something to handle,
Loudly singing while holding my broom.
Beneath me on a shelf is a speaker
Loudly broadcasting trance radio.
I dance until I feel so much weaker,
While I imagine every party scenario.
Beneath me is a carpeted floor,
In which I dance barefoot,
Music blaring through the door,
As I fall and spill all of the ash tray's soot.
vibrational shifts creates soul’s music
through senses pervading organic form
magnetic heat peaks, heart is delighted
our presence remains centred in the storm
His taste in music feels oh so oceanic.
His touch makes me feel so cosmic.
His voice, like his favourite songs, so angelic.
His mode of seduction makes me so manic.
His place makes me feel so at home.
His city a place where we will gladly roam.
His openness makes me want to write a tome.
His caring nature makes me want to write a poem.
His spirit comes across as so welcoming.
His communication makes me feel a longing.
His smile as warm and bright as the sun shining.
His heart so tender, so sweet, and so loving.
His gentle enthusiasm makes me happy.
His calming aura makes me refuse to be snappy.
His lovemaking always makes me moan softly.
His love for me seems to come so naturally.
Looking for every relevant love song
To make a playlist that is only so long
For the new man whom I now belong to,
To show all the strong feelings he has too.
It was so silent, thist most extraordiary Spring night!
I closed my sleepy eyes, on my outdoor, jade recliner.
Warm as the embrace of a beloved,summer’s, cuddly.night.
I was awakened by my Brazilian friend, with a gentle reminder.
“Life is no place for sleeping or weepng,you must live for today.!”
I so desired, to tell him, how very wrong his argument was!
But, I looked to my left, he had brought food and wine on a tray.
Comforting and joy, are gifts that only a good friend does!
After some reportage,he inquired of me, if music could I hear.
He continued… “in Brazil, we call it, the “Samba of the Stars”!i
My interest in his philosophy was most intensely piqued.
It was not long before Orion winked our way, my eyes ever set afar!
Beware the dancers who’ve ascended from hell,
who come to the swamp lands or elsewhere at night.
They transfix their victims and try to steal their souls,
causing them to dance with them beneath the moonlight.
If you should be caught by them, focus your mind.
Don’t look at the doom in their soulless eyes.
Pray to your God to help you to escape,
for demons we humans have to despise.
Pray hard, pleading, “Wickedness, be gone.”
To their music don’t let your body sway.
If you die, it needs to be to God’s light
that you let yourself be carried away.
Your life is precious, so take pleasure in it.
And do your best to live your life well
so you may avoid with your last breath
the dancers who waltz dead souls down to hell.
How deeply I appreciate these melodies.
How moved I am by these lyrics.
I simply cannot understand moods like these.
I still feel so tranquil while sadness sticks.