Short Saxophone Poems

Short Saxophone Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Saxophone by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Saxophone by length and keyword.


Bosa Nova

half a cigar on a full day.
saxophone plays on the street kissed with rain.
lonely headlights eclipse the night,with a slow
passing car.


Premium Member Gimme More

best chill out background
smooth relax lounge endless slow
dream hour jazz chords

laid back saxophone
mellow piano music
coffee aroma


stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

My Rhino and His Flute

My rhino can play the flute
And is good at the maracas to boot
Alas he is quite forlorn
For his flute bangs into his horn
So now he has a saxophone to toot
Form: Limerick

Phone

Phones 
Hydrophone,
Xylophone, 
Saxophone, 
Homophone,
Megaphone, 
Microphone,
Dictaphone,
Telephone,
Why oh why can’t I find my CELLPHONE!!

Deanna Malone
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Horn Dog

He plays the saxophone to the max

A virtuoso, the simple facts

The girls think he's dreamy

He makes them so steamy

Aah! There's nothing better than good sax
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Jazz 'N' Juice





                                         saxophones

                                   bluest notes intrigue

                                         one cool cat
© Tidy Desk  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Sex With a Saxophone

Jelly Belly had her sex with a saxophone
Up and down in pitch in perfect transposition
In melodic intervals
Jelly listens what he tells
"I put my dysfunction at your disposition".
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Oh Jim

Jim was suave, sophisticated, two notches above debonair
his appreciative entourage band followed his lead;
bevy of giggling ladies followed him from town to town
trying to grab his saxophone

Premium Member Merci Beaucoup Jerry T Curtis

Saxophone & sipping cabernet,
toe tapping,
writing away
dancing within dream,
head bobbing.
O those French mots
j’aime. Sax O!
Relax O, merci beaucoup!

Kim Rodrigues © 2025

Premium Member The Saxophone

Jazzy brassy voice
I scream in blue tones
I dance to fill the void
Buttons like backbones 

I’m the woman you love
Can’t get me off your mind
I sing with your every touch
Improv I drink like wine

Premium Member A Blue Night Moon

The saxophone wails out a tune Notes drifting to a blue night moon Raise your glass on high For it is such a mystery And has been through all history Hear the lovelorn cry

Premium Member saxophone


sound of blues ripples on--
smokey tunes blowing hot
sizzling flamed mood...it's jazz!
sax notes intoxicate
swirling like coltraine's grind,
soulful trance whips my breath...
spice of night,   weekend jives!
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member The Saxophone

Romantic saxophone, 
how do you know when I'm alone
and feeling sad and blue?
Yes, that's when I know that you,
being ever dutiful,
will play a tune that's beautiful,
and surely make me cry
until my tears are dry.

Lyrical Kill Shot

My words are a saxophone,
my phrases a drum

My stanzas a keyboard,
my rhyming a gun

The Muse is my bullet,
the readers a shield

The darkness my target
—its bullseye revealed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Form: Rhyme

Adlibb and Phade

Guitar
Violence
Chelo
Chello
Did we say
Cellos!
Ah ooh vhee
Tah; ah ooh
Vhee tah!
Brasses
The night
The saxophone
Call the women
Of need
Speak her yours
That she refuses
Your affections
To make myth of
You as we laugh
Evily,!
Form: Bio

Premium Member The Saxophone

He played saxophone,
but preferred piano,
while both spoke jazzy notes,
it was piano that spoke to his soul
with whispers soft and spiritual,
or in a voice loud and bossy~
the notes once so entwined him
he floated above himself and flew.

Premium Member The Silent Space Nighttime Musing

I embraced the silent space,
In a moment caressed.
Rhythm from the saxophone  a gift,
to the fluidity of her movement.

Perfection gave life's breath,
to melted candles and sensual eyes.
When beauty came to a pause,
so my eyes could feast on her alone

Premium Member one enchanted evening

the stars linger amidst candlelight
saxophone serenades melting inhibitions
charming entrancing hypnotizing
beyond human breaking point
exploiting weakness in a haze of madness
bewitched possessed
until there is no return



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member Saxophone Fantasy

My fantasy: to play the saxophone. My soul poured out in jazzy melodies; soft, supple nuance, sensual in tone. I picture in my mind sweet harmonies - aural aromas of sad elegies, or spicy Latin rhythms of romance, or reveries that make the people dance.
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

3x8 Image

Oh how I remember brother
With his gold saxophone in hand
Blessed music til his dying day!

Judy Konos
3X8 Visual contest #3
Jan 1, 2015

If you have a moment to listen I promise you 
will never hear anyone as good as Rene


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zx_qsDLwgoY
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.
joy
Form: Verse

Premium Member For the Love of Jazz 3 Senryus






smooth jazz just sizzles
totally loving hot sax tones
that dance on the streets


soul saxophone spirit
gold and shining with such pride
musician of mine


notes fly to the moon
escape this earth in vermillion
rainbow gratitunes


                 4/28/2022
Form: Senryu

Be Happy

worry is the polluted
imagination of a
negative mind
 we enjoy it
system is perverted
wailing blue guitarist
searching for the
lost horizon
be happy
saxophone at the
tip of the lips
green paddy fields
swaying in the breeze
exposing the yellow
under belly of love
be happy now
Form:

Premium Member Where Are the Cymbals

Violin music wafts in, so clear and pretty.
A dreamy cloudlike feeling.
Indescribable.

A lively flute perks things up.
She feels like dancing. 
Angelic.

Where is the saxophone?
I hear it instantly.
Jazz!

The drums? The cymbals?
I am smiling now.
Bam. 

Alarm clock goes off.

Premium Member - The Saxophone -


      I am emotional and romantic
      flows as poetry to your heart
      My saxophone love songs
      is indescribably lovely
      Feel the calm wash over your soul
      as soft summer pastels
      Listen … I don't wish to disappoint you
      Be blessed with these positive vibes

Premium Member A Sucker For Musicals

I am a sucker for musicals
A vexation for I neither sing or dance well.
They are my favorite form of entertainment
Possibly because I also cannot
play the flute, piano, saxophone
or be a conductor or a choreographer
Musicals or uplifting and delightful tome
in spite of my obvious limitations

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