Top 100 Poems About: MUSIC

In this page, poems on / about “music” are listed.
  • 1.
    I Am In Need Of Music

    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
    Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
    With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. read more »

    Elizabeth Bishop
  • 2.
    Dirge Without Music

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
    So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
    Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
    With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 3.
    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
  • 4.
    Celestial Music

    I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
    Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
    She thinks someone listens in heaven.
    On earth she's unusually competent. read more »

    Louise Gluck
  • 5.
    Ancient Music

    Winter is icummen in,
    Lhude sing Goddamm.
    Raineth drop and staineth slop,
    And how the wind doth ramm! read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 6.

    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
  • 7.
    I Know The Music

    All sounds have been as music to my listening:
    Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
    The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
    Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells: read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 8.
    Music, When Soft Voices Die

    Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory;
    Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken. read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 9.
    Broken Music

    The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears
    Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;
    But breathless with averted eyes elate
    She sits, with open lips and open ears, read more »

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  • 10.
    We Are The Music-Makers

    We are the music-makers,
    And we are the dreamers of dreams,
    Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
    And sitting by desolate streams. read more »

    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
  • 11.
    What Is Music To You?

    Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
    Freedom of speech
    Freedom of thought
    Freedom of creativity read more »

    Sylvia Chidi
  • 12.
    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
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