Music Romanticism Poems | Examples
These Music Romanticism poems are examples of Romanticism poems about Music. These are the best examples of Romanticism Music poems written by international poets.
In silhouette of fervor hovering
That meanders vivid upon the night
The hum of music from so long ago
Romances the air... a twirl, a lyric
While tunes of mist stir of rhapsody
Along the harbor to fling and gently play,
A rhythm of craving beats, as lips intone
love's silent quiver, still as secret whisper;
From this earnest heart deepened by time
When dulcet songs of wind now fondle
Breaths' charmed trails gushing on- and on--
And words become an impassioned call
Deepening my hymnal interludes;
As our mellow kiss jangles like chime of bells
Slithering like a windblown mantra
....Luring my beloved at sea to come home.
How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues?
When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios?
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Love,
Bistro Bohème
This is how you remind me of,
Of a rare water flower wrapped in a bouquet of beautiful.
With a scent of sweet cinnamon,
A desire sensational to touch.
Picked up out of puddles filled with my love,
lie's bleeding in the street no more.
Followed by a poke from a thorn,
with a drop of each others blood.
Then beauty dressed for love,
left with smoke rings from a star.
With the sweet taste of innocence sealed with a kiss.
As wonderful as if sad,
we could frame a memory like a picture,
then it truly stops the time of the past,
so we can always look back on these rear-view memories one once had.
Now, forever I feel you though the weather.
Like music notes to the chorus.
Better left with a slow dance, in the rain as it pours.
This is how you remind me of, always my love, never more.
we are the song
written over a lifetime
a fullness filling every corner
minutes harboring eons
treasures caught in neuropathways
bringing smiles from nowhere
but then again
you do that to me
without conscious thought in me
when entering a room
my eyes embrace you
as attentive to that face
as are the moons of Saturn
to their orbits in that heaven
we are the song
in the music of the spheres
OKC 8/22
"The forests are my bones"
I was born without a home
On the forest floor I grew up
I was named by the wind
it's soft whispering and the music it plays is the song of my people,my mother tongue
I know ever inch of its earth
the forest has become my home, my solitude,
its streams are my veins
its roots my bones
its vines are extensions of my arms,
when I swing along them I feel at home
I spend my days dancing with the wind
painting with the sunsets
I compose symphonies with the creatures of my woods
the forest is my home
from it I was born
and in it I live,I thrive
to it I will one day return
and from my decaying remains
another will be born
to be named by the wind
and entertained by wolves
I was born without a home I thought
but this is not true
my home is all around me
its beauty bright in its hue
caught in the allure
that demure smile
which long ago
has held me forever captive
giving me your hand
i fold into my chest
never leaving your eyes
the other wrapping around you we begin
it is a rare moment
we have left the world behind
dinner for two
a night to ourselves
living in that intimacy
the music pervades my soul
i am reaching deep into
what is the ecstasy of divinity
holding you
while adrift in that demure smile
the barriers between heaven and earth
melt in your eyes
as we dance at a dinner for two
there exists no other intimate wine
then the vineyards we are
OKC 7/22
Corinthians 13 Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.
2 cups of pureed roasted sweet potatoes
2 cups of sliced mushrooms ( sauteed in olive oil)
6 cups of pork stock. OR
3 1/2 cups each of pork and veggie stock
5 tablespoons of crown royal
1 cup of sauteed onion
1/4 of sauteed crushed garlic
3/4 of sun dried bell pepper
2/3 cup of chopped spinach
1 cup of heavy cream
2 cups of shredded roasted pork
2 cups of diced boiled potatoes
2 tablespoons of cayenne
1 teaspoon each of thyme ,rosemary, fennel seeds
2 crushed tumeric
5 tablespoons of orange juice
7-8 poached eggs
Poach eggs set aside
Bring stock, sweet potatoes, and heavy cream to a boil
allow to thicken.Add orange juice crown royal.add all but the eggs. Taste and season. Add eggs top top of soup in serving bowl.
Oh, the of zest in days of summer
take a bite
these bright lemon bars
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
Please pass your plate to me
I'll fill it with tastes
you almost forgot
Hear the song of that sweet voice?
music so rich
all ours!
Don't you do it..
don't let go the summer
w'out lips wet
in ripe juices
Tango's long tawny legs
leave me longing
for more
Preserved in amber, memories
of moon and stars
yours
"The Blues Released"
Black velvet
sits between
what is read
yet unseen
crushing sullen passion
across ripe crimson lips
holding tight those
dancing fingers
seduced
gliding across
the Player’s
pristine alabaster
piano keys
burning
the bluest blue
release
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Black Velvet" / Alannah Myles
https://youtu.be/ZHHEmd5mECY
“Pianos, unlike people,
sing when you give them
your every growl.
They know how to dive
into the pit of your stomach
and harmonize with your roars
when you’ve split yourself open.
And when they see you,
guts shining, brain pulsing,
heart right there exposed
in a rhythm that beats
need need,
need need,
need need,
pianos do not run.
And so she plays.”
“When you play, never mind who listens to you.”
LYRICS/ "Black Velvet", Alannah Myles
https://genius.com/Alannah-myles-black-velvet-lyrics
The finest
Hazel coloured winter eye’s seasons rolled into one, joy of a cool spring breeze soft and dark the sweetest of all. Brunette like the finest chocolate yet flows through my fingers gentle and strong daring one to hold.
With lips glistening like freshly made crystal ice yet red and soft and sweet as just picked berries, you move close and whisper, how are you?
Perfume that tingles the senses waft freely on the air, matches that of the fruity smell of the shampoo you often use.
Arms slowly entwine my waiting self that come together holding strong yet kind, nails on fingertips walk slowly up and bring thoughts of days and nights gone and yet to come.
Music of the beating heart sounds in each our ears, the steps we make in the same tempo to that place only we share.
By Patrick D
"Silence is a Poem"
Silence is a poem
she is music in me
a constant chattering conversation
she is my daily mantra
big love residing in my heart
wrapped as a gift;
the child in time
finds me waiting
in words she traces from my mind
I’ve written for her
A path,
she intrepidly follows
She unties the ribbons
Love is not blind
It is for her
my present
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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18.9
https://youtu.be/5NPTFsCmxoc
Sarveshaam Svastir Bhavatu - Universal Prayer With Lyrics - Rajalakshmee Sanjay
when the storms blow in
I cradle your bones
flesh pressed upon flesh
moments of high electricity
as sky begins her show
I empty my bottle
and you yours
twin peaks permeate
the choir of your haze
I stand in the music
your smokey comfort
pondering my wasted life,
til now
caressing your femina
addiction pulls me closer
stuttering across ancient memories
noticing nothing
my mind wanders forward
undeveloped
undressed in thought
nickers tossed
towards the stage
I sing on
staring deeply
into what I dually crave
those forever eyes
"The Nightingale Burning"
I pluck the Silver chords
of your mind, sharp
talons of Phoenix
becomes a Nightingale
too slow to kiss
wet lips are burning
melting moist
from the fire that calls
Magic molds you
closer to my body
I press my ears
to hear the pulling
of your heart strings
These are the things
that passion stirs
firmly planted
between Her seated
third person
swollen satin thighs
Music marks
the spot where
sighs steal
slender fingers
to leave their touch
walking towards you
out from the
tight chords release
felt unleashed
from sensual touch
of fingertips, dreams
unseen as braille
another language
spent unraveling
secrets as a burning
Nightingale to
mute Harlequin
from the
Dark
Immensities
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Valérie Milot, harpe/harp - Smetana - Má Vlast : Vltava (Moldau)
https://youtu.be/jCy22w4r8yk
"Sweet Thang" / Shuggie Otis
https://youtu.be/oR1nf9NUlpY
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****This poem was written for all the wonderful women out there and my appreciation of their lovely existence --- half the reason my pen becomes ablaze is to adore the superior of the genders. Everyday almost I get at least a memorable smile from a woman while commuting; this fills my soul....****
To look into the eyes of lovely itself,
and dream a thousand days of her smile,
and call the millenium barren without her,
tall, plush walk.....
strides in the naked night....
Moons waiting to delight, the feathered
silk of her waxen wings;
a million suns could not melt....
But her hero upon the hill,
and make sweet surrender her arms;
and wanting her touch to love,
in a midnight grove,
stroll the lush orchard,
with flowers in her hand.....
To music at home,
dancing into bedrooms....
and dreamy little love lands....
For all the mysteries of a woman
in her hand,
(she held)
Fate,
In the crook of my neck
I feel your caresses
gentle
strokes of a journey
bathed in brilliance
comendeering the angels
but much prettier
suppressed my senses come to life
dancing to the music of love
lifting out of the breeze
and her tease
her taste
a habit worth holding on to
none the richer
I am poor
as your wealth enters my door
the key has been passed
as tongues swirl
with warm words
spilled in more than whispers
our world watches
time stops as has my heart
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