Ukulele Poems - Poems about Ukulele

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Covid quarantine I need to learn something new Creativity I self taught ukulele I began to hear my song Music notes on air Like bubbles floating by me Pop! I hear lyrics! Writing feelings; melodies My thoughts turned to Poetry ...

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'nother heartbreak sorry never hid one red flag or warning label ...yet she tried so not all my fault but it's a pattern I think I might until I know I don't some brutal honesty I squirm free of the noose to answer the call of the wild and put 500 miles between us before I stop for the night at some nomad campground stirring the embers...

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I have a concert uke It's my favourite possession It’s all I can talk about It's becoming an obsession Playing day and night Loudly singing out of key Wildly optimistic About my ability Learning all the cheat chords And faking all the rest I play the only strum I know Hoping for the best And now I have uke envy I haunt the music store Looking at other ukes And...

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(A Tribute to Bruddah Iz: Hawaiian musician, singer, songwriter, and Hawaiian sovereignty activist May 20, 1959 – June 26, 1997) - Wikipedia A soft sweet sound he strummed with glee: “What a Wonderful World It Is!” Such songs he sang for you and me. A soft sweet sound he strummed with glee. Hawaiian landscapes we could see on hearing...

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Just a girl and her ukulele quarantined by the ocean watching the waves rippling in front of her. Just a girl and her ukulele quarantined by the ocean watching kayakers peacefully paddling by. Just a girl and her ukulele quarantined by the ocean watching kids exploring the beach. I'm just a girl sitting on a bench...

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U se to be my best ax K ept it shined up with wax U nbelievable tone L iked to practice alone E very time that I played L oved the sound that it made E ach strum a sweet cascade...

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Ode To a Ululele A soprano uke was what I had A birthday present to me from Dad And with a Mel Bay book “How to Play” I practiced a little every day Learning chords is quite a fight Need to finger them just right Each string totally clear Progress slowly came along Finally I could play a song A task that...

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