Concerts Poems

Concerts poems bring the best collection of short and long concerts poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great concerts rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these concerts poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on concerts are here for you.

Woodstock

Woodstock long poem

A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With

Poems containing references to : Concerts

Woman And Her Music

Woman And Her Music prose poem

Swing your hips to the sound of music, No, not age or disgrace can stall you! For your youth is not in days, But in the swing and sway of your movement. You move and groove like light ripples, On

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What have you come to be

What have you come to be short poem

Have you had that feeling when you wish you were gone, far away on the fluffy cloud? Have you had the want, to meet acceptance draped in undress? Have you had the need to make love with destiny, on the

Autumn Of Life

Autumn Of Life short poem

Autumn is one of the four seasons of all Here, the leaves of the trees do fall. Night spreads it’s darkness prematurely And cold ascends with it cavalierly. Nothing’s different in the autumn of life Where the wrinkled cheeks and

Red Hot Lover

Red Hot Lover long poem

Oh only in my wildest dreams Did I ever dream of someone as Hot as you, only in my dreams has Anyone ever made me so wet and Feel so damn good, little did I know Yesterday the dream would

Your Love Burns So Bright

Your Love Burns So Bright long poem

Deep within my soul Your words of love Burn so bright That you might be The very special girl I hold so tight Like two vessels That intertwine into the night You have a way of making Everything feels just

Mania

Mania short poem

Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in

Green Thumb

Green Thumb short poem

Lucky little seed, I pick you. To bury in dirt and chicken poo. I cant wait to watch you grow. Underneath the light bulb glow. Little sapling poking out, Standing up so strong and stout. I’m so very proud of

These streets

These streets short poem

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

An Ode To Cancer

An Ode To Cancer ode

Cancer woke up, The passionate wanderer, One with nature’s beauty, From a well of silence. It whispered to me, The value of time, To an awakening of, Embracing every season. In an endless sea, Of eternal harmony, To gather my

Time Teller

Time Teller long poem

Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is

Cutting Heads

Cutting Heads short poem

you’re glad you don’t remember that house in the country with dust falling from the ceiling the bare floorboards a soft-shoe stage a crime scene crossed by dozens of suspects naked and afraid where you’d once been warm now stripped

Asterism

Asterism long poem

It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground

Predatory

Predatory short poem

Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to

Darkness

Darkness short poem

It was dark Around my house Around the Valley Around the place Why was it Was it because of night Was it because of blackout Was it because of new moon None of these But because I was blind Suddenly

Ladies Football

Ladies Football short poem

During the war, while the men were away killing Germans my grandmother played in goal for a ladies football team. They won the cup, she got a medal, had her picture in the paper, and, according to my father, she

Beauty

Beauty short poem

In the dust storm a discarded moon sat in my lap. Then internal rhythm crashed. Amorphic I would not find the music of words translated into a kiss. Gold started weeping in my hands. The clouds will rest after committing

Diary Of A Schizophrenic

Diary Of A Schizophrenic long poem

who knifed my wife; who took her soul I do not know, I loved her so was hard to see her bloody body lying lifeless, an empty mess I do not know who knifed my wife, I was there that

Mystery

Mystery short poem

I am in a place in my life Where there is no going back I am an African, a real black And I can only pray That someday I will look back Irrespective of all I lack And just smile

Road War

Road War short poem

Hoisting the bisexuality on a figurine, I crawl back to anxiety. The primitive instinct was taking over the stitches on a snake. What do you want from a moon for the drooling mouth of a seashell? Braiding the breasts against

Death

Death long poem

in this December and January of my 70th year death has had me at its beck and call in a way it never has before daily I feel it and know it every day I know you know we all

Bells For Eveline Pt. 2

Bells For Eveline Pt. 2 short poem

Jesus Christ spoke from the holy book, That suffering is at an end, If that’s all it truly took, Then lonely Eveline wouldn’t have to pretend, The rain falls while she does mourn, Days pass, unnoticed by her grief, As

Parting Away

Parting Away short poem

I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?

The Unsung Song

The Unsung Song long poem

Like a moth inside the cocoon, Waiting to kiss the bright sun, Growing its wings in silence, Slowly losing its innocence. The girl next to me seems pretty, My talks to her sweet and witty, I learned a new word

Changing My Fate

Changing My Fate short poem

Hooked on to a few things, Breaking free is not easy… Got to kill these habits, They’ve been making me lazy… Somethings I do make me, Feel so awkward sometimes… But old habits don’t die fast, We’ve heard it every

Nepalese In Chinatown

Nepalese In Chinatown short poem

Tables laden with stones and gems, Adornment for a lady and her hems. Cat’s eyes in necklaces, sapphires and rubies, Shimmering in oriental colors- Such beauties! Strange and mystical dark objects, Matched by inscrutable, smiling Nepalis. Eager to please and

Stranger- I Am

Stranger  I Am long poem

Standing down the pale grey sky on a dark road lonely bus stand and night of hot june , where dark is the only soul to talk , and millions of odd dust cleansing your feet . Not only feet

Music

Music prose poem

Music is a friend. Crazy and wild at times. I know I am alive when my feet tap and almost sing out loud. can you imagine feet singing? They surely would do a better job than my tongue, which would

Learn to love

Learn to love long poem

me, my car and a never ending road, that is all I have, that is all I need, racing through unknown lands, trying to leave the hurt behind, seeing the sun go down witnessing the dawn of Venus the Orion

The day I lost you Mother

The day I lost you Mother short poem

The day I lost you mother The will to live I lost too Each moment I ask a million times Why did you have to go away so soon? In all that pain that you calmly suffered You never forgot

Even A Lifetime Isn’t Enough!

Even A Lifetime Isnt Enough! short poem

When is it that you can say you really know someone? Is it through the tender words, the jokes, the loving glances, the fun times, the promises, the long conversations, the intimate moments? Is it through the uncertainties, the past,

Love Lost

Love Lost short poem

A quick peck on the cheek placed A soft grasp, a handshake His eyes followed her around the room Frowning at the arms entwined They stood amidst a circle of peers He saw him whisper in her ears A soft

CHIMERA

CHIMERA short poem

Destiny etches our lives and draws its pictures, we are but portraits placed in its layout… Strange are the ways of fate; when all is lived  and seen, when the path to be trod, has been decided and chosen then,

When Weaving Stopped

When Weaving Stopped short poem

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The

Bitter Green

Bitter Green short poem

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

Destiny Maker!

Destiny Maker! short poem

Destiny maker: Where are you? In your own heart Inside of you….. Destiny maker: Who are you? I’m your own thought I am you….. Destiny maker How does it go? Plant your seed Watch it grow Do good deeds And,

Alone

Alone short poem

Alone I walk alone I stand Known only to God’s angelic band Sometimes a blessing and a curse Solitude my friend for better or worse Many go seek elsewhere delight But I can see that she holds the light Only

To Someone

To Someone short poem

It’s been sometime… quite a while, Since I’ve been thinking about her, But I remembered and kept myself back, For a very special day was near, Patiently… ever more patiently, I waited, For today, the day of all the days,

The Truth

The Truth short poem

Truth is the most bitter word which people can’t recognise in this real world. Truth is we just say society is cruel but we forgot we are the one who make it brutal truth is we just say nobody help

Heavenly Guidance

Heavenly Guidance short poem

A quivering mud lamp under the basil was sending signals for benign inconsistencies and a covert interceptor to stop a death to himself. It was a no moon day to monopolize the open eyes and closed lips. Piercing screams were