Poems about Music

And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head...

From "The Weary Blues" by Langston Hughes

a piano is trying to break a molecule
is trying to lift the stage into orbit
around the red spotlights...

From "Latin & Soul" by Victor Hernández Cruz

From the trumpet, pawned, redeemed, pawned again
you formed one wrenching blue arrangement, a phrase
     endlessly
complicated as that twilit dive through smoke, applause...

From "Lost Fugue for Chet" by Lynda Hull

More poems about Music:

A Book of Music by Jack Spicer Coming at an end, the lovers...

Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music by John Dryden 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won...

Fiddler Jones by Edgar Lee Masters The earth keeps some vibration going...

Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines...

Here and Now by Stephen Dunn There are words / I've had to save myself from...

Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio by Carl Sandburg It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes...

Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne Since I am coming to that Holy room...

Hymn to the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the trailing garments of the Night...

Interlude: Still Still by Robin Behn Inside the hole, where it's yellow...

Latin & Soul by Victor Hernández Cruz some waves / a wave of now / a trombone...

Little Fugue by Marianne Boruch Everyone should have a little fugue, she says...

Lost Fugue for Chet by Lynda Hull A single spot slides the trumpet's flare then stops...

Lullaby in Blue by Betsy Sholl The child takes her first journey...

On 52nd Street by Philip Levine Down sat Bud, raised his hands...

Passing Through Albuquerque by John Balaban At dusk, by the irrigation ditch...

Record by Katrina Vandenberg Late night July, Minnesota...

Street Music by Robert Pinsky Sweet Babylon, headphones. Song bones...

The Day Duke Raised: May 24th, 1974 by Quincy Troupe that day began with a shower...

The Guitar by Federico García Lorca The weeping of the guitar...

The Last Evening by Steven Kronen And night and the large wheels turning...

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea...

The Supremes by Mark Jarman In Ball's Market after surfing till noon...

The Waltz We Were Born For by Walt McDonald I never knew them all, just hummed...

The Weary Blues by Langston Hughes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune...

Untitled by David Meltzer Art's desire to get it all said...

Water Music by Robert Creeley The words are a beautiful music...