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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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

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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Coward’s Opus

Cowards Opus short poem

His stomach is full of pure rage, The heart is lacking What to do, When it all feels through? Should he chuck it all for a different slice of dissatisfaction, Or persevere , determining that circumstances will improve? Sometimes the

Colours Of Nature

Colours Of Nature prose poem

When the leftover rain fills a puddle! A special smell , I come across when I huddle Through the window ,I see dew drops like shiny pearls Smiling in red,green and yellow It’s none other than the mighty flowers When

Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night short poem

With the brightness of Sun shading away Today is slipping away into yesterday With darkness hovering deep over the skies Tonight is inching towards tomorrow Deep into slumber are the birds,the creatures, the animals so also the roads,the colony and

Passion

Passion short poem

We kissed and set the wheels in motion. Driven wild, I crashed upon your curves. No control, let loose lust’s potion. Set adrift on sensory swerves. See me drowning in your eyes. Taste the poison from your lips. Ignite me

Unloosing

Unloosing short poem

Maligned, the space between us lets go the mammary a flame scoops up the void, we speak no names, I carry you in my skinned arms to the weeds for seminal mutability; shipwrecked, i fear of depth turbulence, I will

Whither Do We Go?

Whither Do We Go? short poem

Silhouettes more real than bodies degenerating into the dungeons of secrecy talking with mustaches seeing with fingers ignorant of colors refugees in their own land bereft of fun stars peep out during the day time to see the tangled twigs

Strutting Offbeat

Strutting Offbeat prose poem

It was just a passover which held it for long where evil enforce their rules. The peace was been dragged from their life , all what is getting displayed is those deepest remorseful cries. He started walking with his mellow

Endearment

Endearment short poem

When you stimulate to be in love. Does thine heart at a chancy verge of ignorance? Secluded in your heart whose name is it? Don’t rely upon the misbelief, That love is blind. It is an outrageous , exotic though

My Past

My Past short poem

I took the road less traveled by , And I sank down instead of rising high . The decision I took in the past was a mistake , But now it’s too late for a retake . That was my

Les Enfants Adorent

Les Enfants Adorent short poem

Strolling around in an apathetic fashion nothing could hex me in that party I mulled over the opulence of the luxe lulus Out of the blue , I witness a scene so unprecedented a lad of 7 or 8 ,

You

You short poem

Looking at you, I realized I was home. No matter how broken I am, or my irrational fear of being alone, Could stave off this hunger I’ve developed deep in my bones. Starving I am, for a piece of you.

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump

That Ominous Black Morning (manchester Terrorist Attack)

That Ominous Black Morning  (manchester Terrorist Attack) prose poem

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people

When In Rome

When In Rome long poem

Uptown or downtown somebody Wants to touch your body Somebody wants to get a little Naughty so who ever you’re with May not be your fantasy lover but When you have a rock hard, hard on It tends to have

Have You Ever Travelled By Train?

Have You Ever Travelled By Train? short poem

Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.

O Girl

O Girl short poem

You might be subjugated, You might be misunderstood. Society may slander you- Don’t get weary of remarks, Don’t feel heartless! Because the wise, Would rise for you. To protect you, To help you build a name. To help you wander,

Words Of Encouragement

Words Of Encouragement long poem

If you’re going through one of those days, when you feel like there’s no hope, raise your heart up to Jesus. You are BEAUTIFUL even though you may not think so. You are precious in God’s eyes. And when Satan

The Sunset

The Sunset short poem

The day comes to an end, And the dusk takes the light away. Everything feels so drowsy And we face the Sunset. The flying wings of time, Changes everything in the life of mine. The things are never same; As

The Piano

The Piano prose poem

In front of me are eighty-eight keys, Waiting in anticipation for music to be made. Gently, I place my hands on the ivory, And arpeggios and scales alike flow like a river. My grandmother sits beside me, Beaming like the

The Forbidden Fruit

The Forbidden Fruit short poem

Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s

Greening The Blue

Greening The Blue short poem

Our earth with waters blue Gives mankind a hidden clue Of the tragic end that’d be true For all creation a dreadful hue. You heard the silent cries of earth That echo deep within your heart Pricked seemingly as a

Let Us Be Strangers Again

Let Us Be Strangers Again short poem

Come my dear let us be strangers again With that suffocating pain in my heart On a sad note let me depart don’t wish to indulge in the blame game don’t want to give a dent to your name and

Pure Murder

Pure Murder short poem

The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.

Forest

Forest short poem

Wander through a forest Embrace its candid beauty Swing from the brawny branches of the robust trees, like an energetic child with an insatiable zest for existence. Marvel at the autumnal colors; poetic fodder for the Mind’s Eye. Build a

The Darkest Hour

The Darkest Hour short poem

It is the darkest hour of the night, and I am waiting for dawn. To see the pink of the sky, and the misty morn. The night looks beautiful, in it’s dark. It brings glory and repute to the morning

Demonetisation

Demonetisation short poem

Little was I aware of what demonetisation was all about I was in eve possessing few of brand new notes of 500 and 1000 denominations When the news tricked in that the currency of 500 and 1000 notes are no

I May Relax, You’re On The Way

I May Relax, Youre On The Way short poem

Every time I have seen you, you’ve been such a mystery, so bright that I would like to figure out the colors that form it. Indeed I am fragile to be shaken by your brightness. You make me tipsy, but

20 Years Flew By

20 Years Flew By short poem

It’s been 20 Years since I first picked up my plume to pen a few poems. It’s gone by extremely fast Like a spaceship off to Mars It’s been an interesting journey, a loving joyful one Unexpected extravangances belied purest

Abject Solitude

Abject Solitude short poem

When all the sounds that fill the air die not, And for a little rest, my ears do crave, The joys of loneliness that I forgot, In silence lie, the hallmark of the grave; What little time for solitude is

A Thankful Note

A Thankful Note short poem

It takes time to build trust For one who with strangers can’t easily adjust Reality is full of things unjust Better to coat it with fantasy at the crust We meet strangers through accidents Some turn to memorable incidents Thoughts