Vinyl Poems - Poems about Vinyl

...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......Read the rest...

...Changed my mind and most probably my spelling and words quite a lot recently, thinking we all live in a simulation and are bodies are avatars or emojis, was watching high end particle o......Read the rest...

... when air-brushed stars croon.. my soul sways, tied to the moon lost in twinkling tune seeking for rose light from plum reveries tonight~ questioning twilight.. am I not fine art ......Read the rest...

... We can live in little boxes in the hills baby that's what I call the life Cheap champagne thrills Skin sticking to the fake leather backseat of your car drunk on your sweet sweat Up all nigh......Read the rest...

...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......Read the rest...

...The sudden eighties music craze, had gone beyond the norm, the local supermarket, was swept along by the storm, as more and more of the shoppers, joined in with the revival, filling up on nosta......Read the rest...

...We dwelt together, one hand on a door handle. Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living, parents still squatting in our heads, rent due spaces, red buses passing below or above, according to what......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One of the dumbest things we were ever taught was to write what we know. What we know is usually dull. Remember when you first wanted to be a writer? Eight o......Read the rest...

...I think I'm happy... Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my th......Read the rest...

...What compares to the present? The present is like a needle Time threading through its eye A needle on a phonograph My record is now on the B side Still, I can't listen to the present The futu......Read the rest...

...Game day snacks were on my mind as I quickly got into the check out line. March Madness enlivened a cold, gray day and made me impatient with any delay. Still, my line was express so I had no dou......Read the rest...

...The mark of a triumphal concert printed On a glossy long-playing record sleeve. The concertmaster's smiling face hinted The acclaim she was entitled to receive. She liked her drawing with her l......Read the rest...

...Each night she left him bleary - his mind foaming in a glass of Guiness. Disappointments wore her life thin, nuptials picked to a fugue and dinge, by his thick-tongued spiel. “I can change ......Read the rest...

...The leaves, same as the body of a young woman, writhe when cold, when warm in color, screams of vinyl pleasure to remain unforgettable. hide shyly, under the shade of the tree I acknowled......Read the rest...

...“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.” Rumi If life was a song, what would be your refrain? When instruments of fate performed in a ballad of s......Read the rest...