Musician Poems

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

The Musician

The Musician ode

The hollowed eyes were ringed with lines, The parchment skin was cracked and old, The tattered rags that served for clothes, Gave scant protection from the cold. Yet on that corner every day, Without regard for wind or rain, He

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She’s Kinda Beautiful

Shes Kinda Beautiful ode

They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair

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A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

Back in Tōhoku

Back in Tōhoku sonnet poems

The BBC Philharmonic played Nimrod, Enigma Variations, and explained this is for your loved ones, we remember: and the music was like a great, great wave. A musician said – looking on their faces, it was important to keep yourself

The Golden Mother

The Golden Mother long poem

The Golden Mother In her tommy, I had lain for three hundred days, a single, but multi-purpose room; there I slept and played there I ate and bathed. A blanket that warmed me in winter the linen that refreshed me

The Man In The Balloon

The Man In The Balloon long poem

Up went the man in a balloon. Back from the earth and up to the mighty lord. But as he went he sang and sang. As his voice to heaven rang. The people of earth heard the song. And they

An eventful Day, Sometime Back

An eventful Day, Sometime Back short poem

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

Manchester England May 22nd 2017

Manchester England May 22nd 2017 elegy

Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured

A Painful Memory

A Painful Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

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Wispiness So Existence

Wispiness So Existence prose poem

Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some

Customized Menu

Customized Menu ballad

Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

Without Salt Or Pepper

Without Salt Or Pepper short poem

This morning I caught the blues. I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go. I tied my shoes and searched for my muse. There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew. With the end of the

Hollow Halls

Hollow Halls long poem

She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace

An Empty Soul

An Empty Soul prose poem

When I awoke that fatal day I knew there was something amiss the agonizing striking pain doubled me over on the cold floor My eyes began to well with tears and gushed down like a rushing waterfall a cold eerie

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Writing Poetry

Writing Poetry short poem

He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.

Baron and Feme

Baron and Feme long poem

The end, Is the beginning For it emerges Like a phoenix From the ashes Of hope, And upon broken wings Makes sore attempts To seek true love Up & down And forwards and backwards It moves, And comes to the

The Plain Truth

The Plain Truth long poem

Justice has been slain in the market place Corruption the order of the day How can I be happy? Who is gonna save us Many for the few Few for the many Justice for the rich Injustice for the poor

Conflicting Turmoil

Conflicting Turmoil short poem

Suspended sort animation, Means at odd with the end All labors notwithstanding- To prospects that do not extend. On a journey since embarked, The destination not in sight. With none there to relate to, Or identify with own plight. Questioning

The Cycles Of Life

The Cycles Of Life long poem

Everything in this earth has a cycle of life of its own From the continents of the earth to the sun to the cosmos unknown Everything starts as one form of matter And then changes to many others each necessary

Live. Let Live.

Live. Let Live. short poem

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

Inhibiting Spirals

Inhibiting Spirals short poem

Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable

Blue Moon

Blue Moon prose poem

When a rare thing takes place When extraordinary event happens When something unusual happens We call it “a blue moon” event Why so… Blue Moons are seldom there But Unusual things do happen Over which we have no control Over

Mischievous Wind

Mischievous Wind short poem

The wind, sitting on the branch Of the tamarind tree And chatting with the leaves, Was my enemy. When I get fire For the tip of pen In my writing room, He would encroach Through the bars of the window…

An Open Letter To My Celestial Lover

An Open Letter To My Celestial Lover ballad

If I If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dream. I’m sorry. It was the only place I ever wanted to be. From the fresh breeze of a first love to a sonic jolt of oneness.

I Am Within Myself A World

I Am Within Myself A World short poem

I am within Myself a world The rest, they are mere satellites Orbiting round Me in intimate swirl; I am the dark iris, they the white; I am salvation, the perfect particle, I am a masterpiece complete; I am nirvana,

Under The Night Sky

Under The Night Sky prose poem

As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to

In The Eyes Of A Child

In The Eyes Of A Child short poem

In the eyes of a child, I saw that it was heartbreaking That adults can compete For simple assumptions While it is simple to tell Beautiful and funny nonsense. I saw that he dreamed of recklessness And that he was

Run Run Run

Run Run Run prose poem

I used to think when I was young that I could be anyone I used to look up to my father who used to work harder than some I used to think you could solve everything with a fight till

Praise Poem

Praise Poem short poem

Again i hear the word in my heart falling like generous drops of peace flowing through my grateful core like honey glow of melted butter-mellow rays dancing on warm yellow flowers bursting through your smile meandering easing me comforting and

History

History short poem

Focused on burgundy palms as the age blinks, you start distressing on a unipolar pinnacle, biting the nails. The road absorbs the horizon. Perched on a controversial tree the birds break into small events to reach the grass roots. A

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

If You Find No Poem (v3)

If You Find No Poem (v3) short poem

If you find no poem on your doorstep in the morning, no paper, no knock on your door, your life poorly edited but no broken dashes or injured meter- If you do not wear white satin dresses late in life

For The Moment

For The Moment prose poem

Tenuous and stretched are our links Precious, yet an incomplete jigsaw Making it arduous to reach a Safe heaven of human interface. It can whither like the autumn leaves Wearily sinking like the sun at dusk, As if there wouldn’t

My Heaven

My Heaven ballad

It’s always my favourite paint The colour of sunny skies Awaking my dream, my faith The shine of your loving eyes It lit up my fading hopes It made me forget my fears Assured me that I will cope With

His Mother

His Mother short poem

Somehow I simply can’t forget The first time that i met her A little glimpses from the window pane On the special day of your first born A single call from your little one What changed everything upside down A