Pelvis Elvis | Angelica Fuse
With his
wiggly hips
he rights
wrongs
of the world
one song
at a time.
music poems
Band | Roger Still
Great news, they said,
we’re getting the band
back together.
Problem is, I never
learned the instrument
I was supposed to use.
So I sit pretending, quietly
blowing a horn
while the rest of piece
is woven around me.
Two Dogs and Classical Piano | Ridley Flock
A long day of listening
to others drive their mouths
off of cliffs, I sit
with two passive aggressive
creatures, listening to
famous deceased people
make beautiful music.
Promontories | Ananya S. Guha
Evening’s wetness
has the tang of unobtrusive winter; emotions are upright
ostrich-like,
the wet earth, loose soil
will shackle me to songs.
Sprouting shadows.
Love will gesture towards faraway promontories.
Triumph – A Poem by Naduni
I see the softest eyes that ever were
On the blue of the singing water
And imagine you are here
When I feel as if you are there
In the blue of the soothing sky
I feel you are here
With me, around me
Above me
The blend of happiness, a tear in my eye
A pain in my chest, the guilt I feel
“Forgive me…” I murmur.
Help me, guide me, show me the path
When my the demons try to control my mind
They have succeeded six times
I can’t lose anymore
Guide me, tell me, advise me
Let me follow you
Let me, in the end,
TRIUMPH
A Robin's Tune That Soothed the Old Man's Soul – A Poem by Tim S.
Here, where trees and foliage meet;
Where rippled waters glide,
A robin’s joyous tree top song
Has stilled my metered stride.
He serenades his melodies
In songs no man can phrase,
Ensnaring thus my dreary soul
To listen to his praise.
Could it be, his whistling tune
Reflects a sad unrest?
For one departed- from this earth–
Interred in heaven’s nest?
The answer fades, for I must go,
I’m feeling winter’s greet.
The sound of snow upon the ground
Mimics kitten’s feet.
Till spring has come, I’m sure I’ll miss
His ballads through the glen.
But when the white grass turns to green
I’m sure we’ll meet again.
Ignored – A Poem by Nathy Dulanto Bernuy
Why is it so hard to smile
Always over thinking is not right
I need you by my side
All feels so sad
Everything is meaningless
Without you all is boring
I feel so ignored
Not having you around
Now that you’re gone
I feel so lost
Trying to keep myself busy
Is not helping at all
I shouldn’t have been sad
But nothing can make me smile
People said that I’m not right
But I’m happy knowing that you’re fine
Listening to your old songs
To feel you close
We’re waiting for you
My loneliness and I
The River and the Waterfall – A Poem by P.K. Deb
Along a plain the river flows,
Turns, slopes and thus goes
Forward to the destination.
It runs and listens
The call of oceans
None stands as its obstruction.
One day along with its all
The river suffers a great fall
It screams till it loses everything.
The name is not found
Amid its scaring sound
It loses the song what it could sing.
Yet it looks for a plain
As it must flow again
But in the deep nothing it can recall.
The scream attracts a cow boy
Near the falling water to enjoy
He names it amazingly ‘water-fall’.
Thus, the river becomes a water-fall
Offers an awesome beauty to people
But retains the urge to flow again.
Slowly it fills up the deep
And raises its head to peep
Gets finally a valley of smooth plain.
Who dares to stop it now?
It jumps on the plain somehow
Starts flowing and singing the lost song.
River again becomes river,
Runs not to stop ever–
Continues its journey, maybe, short or long.