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.
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.
best chill out background
smooth relax lounge endless slow
dream hour jazz chords
laid back saxophone
mellow piano music
coffee aroma
stan sand
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
Phones
Hydrophone,
Xylophone,
Saxophone,
Homophone,
Megaphone,
Microphone,
Dictaphone,
Telephone,
Why oh why can’t I find my CELLPHONE!!
Deanna Malone
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
saxophones
bluest notes intrigue
one cool cat
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".
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
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
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
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
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!
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.
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)
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,!
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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:
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.
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
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