Top 100 Poems About: MUSIC
Top 100 Poems on / about
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1.Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio
It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers. read more »Carl Sandburg
The earth keeps some vibration going
There in your heart, and that is you.
And if the people find you can fiddle,
Why, fiddle you must, for all your life. read more »Edgar Lee Masters
3.Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, read more »William Shakespeare
4.Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly?
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? read more »William Shakespeare
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. read more »Walter de la Mare
6.Music Swims Back To Me
Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room, read more »Anne Sexton
7.I Hear America Singing
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; read more »Walt Whitman
8.Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son—
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate read more »John Dryden
9.Music At The Villa Marina
FOR some abiding central source of power,
Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow
And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,
The vain tumultuous passions of the hour read more »Robert Louis Stevenson
10.Master Of Music
Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculptor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue and song, --
Look how the world with the lights that they lit is illumined and starred,
Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps of their art burn long! read more »Henry Van Dyke
Music, like an ocean, often carries me away!
Through the ether far,
or under a canopy of mist, I set sail read more »Charles Baudelaire
12.The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The Half-Shut Doors Through Which We Heard That Music
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.
The stars whirl out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us. A vague refrain read more »Conrad Potter Aiken