Music Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Music Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Music. These are the best examples of Rhyme Music poems written by international poets.
Girls Night Out
Just to get away from the pressures of the day
Being able to cry, and vent
our problems away
Talking about things that's only understood by each other
Every talk we have takes the friendship a little further
We can always be ourselves because we know each other well
We relate our deepest secrets because neither of us will tell
Music moments are the best because we share the same song
Finding solutions to each problem as we help each other along
When it comes to eating out or going shopping we never go dutch
If one is broke the other pays to show we love each other that much
Through thick and thin, broke and paid or when we have enough
We always cherish these moments especially when the times get tough
and talented rainbow fish is on the sax of course
This was pointed out by my cousin the lop-sided horse
Not that we could miss it, his tunes were melodically sound.
he was the best musician in this club underground.
sexy alligator Sue sat alone, nursing her drink at the bar
the umbrella in her rum turned a bit, not very far
Whispered to her you are going to find the love of our life
Along came an English man, but he was with his third wife
Sue knew she was a hottie, she played it to the max
The next fellow she saw, was carrying a super large sax
He played sorrowful blues music, which caused her to blush
Against a thin wall, you could hear a toilet flush
This is a dive, thought sexy alligator, but I dare not give up now
Next potential date brought his mother, a persnickety cow
Women who eat in bars are pathetic, she said to Sexy Alligator Sue
Pointing her hoof in a nasty way – mean lady, that cow Lou.
Dear Secret Love,
Love is a many-colored arch
displayed by rays of sun
and best seen in the wake of clouds
just after storms are done.
Love is a rosebud reaching up
to drink its fill of dew
that it might blossom in the warmth
of sun that shines anew.
Love is a midnight symphony.
Its music only heard
in hearts awakened by the song,
as joy inspires the bird.
Love is a sign of hope that shines
for anyone who'll see,
who'll lift his eyes from earth to sky
and dream of what might be.
So if you'll lift your downcast face
and look for signs above,
you'll see a rainbow, kiss the dew
and hear the song of love.
Then, hopefully you'll understand,
I am your rainbow light,
I am the rose that thirsts for you,
I am your love songs in the night.
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave.
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.
When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with all your heart and soul.
If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
When death comes and it’s time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.
Bountiful starlight reverbs with echoes
that fade but hold a bit of that drumfire.
Raising that whimsical smile even higher,
electric shadows cast a glow on your toes.
A sound you can’t place in the real world,
music that was bestowed from the Fey.
You wake and long to be whisked away
on a comet’s tail both pearled and curled.
High dollar melody delicately bouncing
like a wrist wrapped in celestial jewelry.
With a gaze at the sky’s rippling gallery,
three coin tossed wishes and counting.
Diamonds are on a roll hard as a rock,
playing your high hopes with sure strokes.
As if you really need any kind of a coax,
forever a girl in love with sidewalk chalk.
Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
There are dreams, unsought dreams, dreams fulfilled;
Why cherry pick - adventure is knocking at the door.
—by Poet
My Dream Within A Dream
they marched back into my life
was this the afterlife
the family of his wife
this was not his fantasy life
but that was a smile on his wife
to go forth from safe place called home
across ocean’s deep, I did roam
a dream to kick up foam
make a family of our own
be fruitful with seeds sown
and to grow a backbone
but still I missed my mom and dad
before I had writing pad
a Navy adventure I had
unsought dream that I had
putting your hand in God’s hand
hear music, strike up the band
where you put your feet is God’s land
a steady flow of dreams
He heard my heart song, it seems
long time before that, poetry -
a window, by the sea
wearing a Renaissance blouse
before I had a spouse
for true blue lit up my lighthouse
The insane things I would do if I was
a keeper at a zoo
I would tell an owl he's aloud to blink
And tell a skunk that he doesn't stink
I would show the lion who is king
And teach the bees how to sing.
I tell the hygiene its OK to cry
And encourage the penguins to fly
I would play music for the rhinos to dance
And buy the elephant a pair of pants
I would teach the monkeys how to be good
And give the termite vegetables not wood
I would have no fencing to keep them apart from man
I'm off to the zoo tomorrow so I can start my plan
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Orchestra began today
and magic happened as we play
I could see fingers and arms fly
as the music went speeding by
Hearts were touched and spirits lifted
as people used talents they were gifted
Hot off the heels of Back in Black
A face melting 10 track
From the opening with cannon blast and more
It went to number one, Back in Black only number four
What? You question and rightly so
How did Back in Black peak so low?
Not sure, but none are out done
All AC/DC albums are number one
Even Powerage (the anti-disco disc)
And Flick of the Switch
Will scratch where you itch
(don't scratch the vinyl)
Or Fly on the Wall some say
Doesn't fly the AC/DC way
Hey it's all AC/DC when tracks are laid down
So put it in the 8-track, cassette or CD player
And rock your hometown
So when I listen to AC/DC my neighbors do too
All the way through (the mists of time):
For Those About to Rock (We Salute You)
(P.S. Thank you Daniel Mannix for the history of the Coliseum in Rome
AC/DC wouldn't have had the inspiration without reading your tome)
Play the Cello my fellow.
The music floats into a mellow.
The light glistens on the chandelier.
Twinkle twinkle here and near.
The blue sofa perched close to the window.
Looking inward at the doggy below.
The books float on a tableau.
Giving enlightenment to whoever seeks them solo.
The records lay flat on the hardwood floor.
Scratched and scarred to never play a song.
The fireplace has no roaring embers.
But the mantel carries dimly lit flames.
The islands of plants takes the Sun thru the southwest window.
Trading in CO2 for a few sounds from the Cello.
I listen to the wind as it dries my tears
because its flowing current is wiser than all my years.
~ Quote by poet
Wind is never silent, echoing its cries
Sings in the night to stars in celestial skies
Stories are told upon the rushing wind
but in the telling, never does it feel chagrined.
Quicker than a heartbeat, it errantly flies.
Across mountain peaks its music is heard.
In harmony, I listen to every word.
I feel the cold of its temperate sting
and along with its beckoning lyrics, I sing.
When its message touches me, I am stirred.
In a gentle voice through meadows, it talks
Capturing my attention on morning walks
Inviting me along with flowers to take flight
to soar to the moon. I'd accept the invite
if I had pinion wings like eagles and hawks.
I listen to the wind as it howls without grace,
blows briny waves of saltwater in my face.
It speaks of love in such a solemn breath
In its stillness, sometimes I hear it mourning death.
They were not the greatest dancers…
Their bodies didn’t always move the way they wanted them to move…
and in all the years they’ve danced together…their dancing has not improved..
When the music starts to play…they try moving with the beat
but she is always one step behind…and he has two left feet.
During slow songs they hold each other…they rock side-to-side and sway
but despite their total lack of rhythm…they love dancing together anyway.
If you watch their smiles…not their feet…while they dance…
you’ll see how each face glows….
even though they look a little awkward……and step on one another’s toes.
It doesn’t matter to them, however, how clumsy they may look…
or how many people with smirks are glancing….
because they know when two hearts are connected….
it’s their souls that do the dancing.
They are smiling
not because their feet on the dance floor can’t seem to find their way…
they’re smiling
knowing inside their souls
dance a beautiful ballet.