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I thought to start a thread where the community could share poems about music that you've written (or that others or some famous poets have written in history).  I'll start!

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"Dusty Musical Instruments"

My guitar gently weeps
As in the corner of my room it sleeps
The strings are out of tune
I'll pick it up again and soon
It absorbs humidity and keeps
contracting and expanding

The piano keys are like rotten teeth
And the piano tuner and I have a beef
The hammers need to be aligned
The strings need to be tuned real fine
The ivory and ebony keys
are all my musical mind sees
as it sleeps

My French Horn lies patiently in its case
Safe from the orchestral race
It pines for those good ole' days
When I played it in university
It inspired in me a diversity
of many different philosophical ways
of thinking

"Zen and the Art of Music"

Thanks for reading and feel free to share your musical poems no matter how silly!

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Here's another one I wrote:

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"How to compose a symphony"

He takes his notepad in his hand
And writes some melodies for his band
The tuneful lyrics are a hit
Best performed in the orchestra pit

At home, the notebook is his tool
His motifs are pretty cool
He builds the symphony from small parts
His posts online will get many hearts

The parts fit together like a jigsaw
With work and thought, there is no flaw
Thematic unity is the only law
To write the variations

There is no limit to his imaginations
The parts are organized in gradations
The music starts quiet but gets loud
And then you upload it to the cloud

Thanks for reading!

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I also have got two ( as of now ), two Tankas ( Lit: Short Songs ) 

 

1.  A Soloist in a Concerto ( tanka )

amidst the Oceans,

a Boat of an instrument

alone yet Belonged -

virtuosic Voice - One with

Universe's Orchestrations...

 

2. never was ( tanka ) 

When i die, will i 
like Chopin, have willed one(s) heart             
back to home - far... away, long
Lost, gone... forever... except -

- that it never felt It was.

 

As much as this may seem like shameless promoting, these two are form my Insta poetry account ( come check it out if interested ) : https://www.instagram.com/introspective_outsider?igsh=MXBvdmhlMWJqNGp3ZA==

I am quite certain I am gna continue write music-themed/ -related poems and prose, as I write on a whole range of topics.

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1 hour ago, PeterthePapercomPoser said:

"How to compose a symphony"

He takes his notepad in his hand
And writes some melodies for his band
The tuneful lyrics are a hit
Best performed in the orchestra pit

At home, the notebook is his tool
His motifs are pretty cool
He builds the symphony from small parts
His posts online will get many hearts

The parts fit together like a jigsaw
With work and thought, there is no flaw
Thematic unity is the only law
To write the variations

There is no limit to his imaginations
The parts are organized in gradations
The music starts quiet but gets loud
And then you upload it to the cloud

this rhymes so well and I like the witty nature and simplicity of it...

I have never written a Symphony, but for composing in general, I don't just take out a notepad and could just write from scratch 😂, if it is some theme/ motif, it would be written down and left there for weeks, months... and maybe years ( If I continue composing in the future )... before it could be turned into something worthwhile later on ( though once in while I do manage to complete a piece shortly after composing the main theme(s)/ motif(s).

maybe " there are no limits to his imaginations " ? - doesn't rly matter since it doesn't rly change the meaning

and for pronouns... I'm not gna say much but it does seem like even till today, the majority of those who compose music are ( still ) ...males ?😅

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1 hour ago, PeterthePapercomPoser said:

"Dusty Musical Instruments"

My guitar gently weeps
As in the corner of my room it sleeps
The strings are out of tune
I'll pick it up again and soon
It absorbs humidity and keeps
contracting and expanding

The piano keys are like rotten teeth
And the piano tuner and I have a beef
The hammers need to be aligned
The strings need to be tuned real fine
The ivory and ebony keys
are all my musical mind sees
as it sleeps

My French Horn lies patiently in its case
Safe from the orchestral race
It pines for those good ole' days
When I played it in university
It inspired in me a diversity
of many different philosophical ways
of thinking

"Zen and the Art of Music"

I like the vivid imagery of this piece - really goes to show the challenges of taking care of an instrument - and how the physical images for every stanza builds up into something more abstract and conceptual.

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