MUSIC POEMS

Beautiful Times

It was beautiful when things
Were normal between you and me.
When there were meaning to greetings,
When you spoke without a worry.
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Az Mo

Way To Go

She was born in the hills
dotted with villages quiet and small.
Her village was breathtakingly beautiful
With a scenic landscape,
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C K Rawat

The African Child

Oh! African child
Today is your day
We all gathered
To celebrate you
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Ola Olawale

Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti

Anaphora

Each day with so much ceremony
begins, with birds, with bells,
with whistles from a factory;
such white-gold skies our eyes
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Elizabeth Bishop

Feelings And The Mind

We met once and I didn't fall in deep
Not because you were not my type
But I didn't want to make you cheap

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Bright Madziva

My Pen

My Pen
It keeps me busy in my bookish cage
Gliding and sliding on the open page
It rest so quiet but not dumb
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Abdullahi Lawal

Cross-roads

Help!
My life is in a hub
My heart in a music confused convergence
I watched helplessly my thoughts swinging
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Ey Okilo

Lonely Traveller

LONELY TRAVELLER

I am a lonely traveller
Love is the path I walk on
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Mohammad Younus

The Barefoot Boy

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
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John Greenleaf Whittier

Wilderness

The clutter and the clatter,
The morning dew drops drip,
The stormy weather,
The taste in each coffee sip.
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Az Mo

Love

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Are all but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

Your Poem

My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
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Robert Service

Morning

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
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Frank O'hara

Prevision

I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
To echoes of your eager feet.
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Aline Kilmer

My Eternal Father

MY ETERNAL FATHER

The strings of my harp are struck inside
With skilful hands of a mighty master
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Mohammad Younus

Sonnet 008: 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?
.....

William Shakespeare

Tricky Humans

Chickens are for food,
Horses they give a ride,
With birds there's music,
Dogs host a scare campaign,
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Casey Ginindza

We Are Lonely In Your Crowd

We are lonely in your crowd
just like the deaf community
we are searching for humility,
we are lonely in your crowd
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Francis Ngwenya

The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
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Sir Samuel Ferguson

Maesia's Song

SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown.
.....

Robert Greene

Joy

I never knew the joy of getting home,
I never knew how fast a heart could beat;
I never tasted joy,
Till the day my little boy
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Edgar Albert Guest

To Morfydd

A voice on the winds,
A voice by the waters,
Wanders and cries:
Oh! what are the winds?
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Lionel Johnson

Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Farewell, Thou Stream.

Air - "Nancy's to the greenwood gane."


I.
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Robert Burns

New York

She is hot to the sea that crouches beside,
Human and hot to the cool stars peering down,
My passionate city, my quivering town,
And her dark blood, tide upon purple tide,
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Don Marquis

Quickening

life is just dandy
you get girls dancing to music within
everybody likes candy
mit worten of girls go good setting
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Kirt Rik

Blighters

The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin
And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks
Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din;
‘We're sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!'
.....

Siegfried Sassoon

Sabbath Bells

Oh holy Sabbath bells,
Ye have a pleasant voice!
Through all the land your music swells,
And man with one commandment tells
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George Macdonald

Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare

Do Not Shed A Tear

DO NOT SHED A TEAR

I shall fight alone, all alone--
The battle against my Satan,
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Mohammad Younus

Any Wife To Any Husband

I

My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now
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Robert Browning

The Royal Tombs Of Golconda

I MUSE among these silent fanes
Whose spacious darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
.....

Sarojini Naidu

Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Sweet Akànandun!
When you come out , you’ll find:
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Mohammad Younus

The Voice

I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised,
Cried loudly throâ?? the world, â??Disarm! Disarm! â??
And there was consernation in the camps;
And men who strutted under braid and lace
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rain Music

RAIN MUSIC

Outside, the rain taps softly
Over smudged tintops and rocks
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Mohammad Younus

Her Beauty

I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
The road to heaven. They said, "Her hair is grey."
Then I remembered how she once had thrown
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Max Plowman

Early Nightingale

When first we hear the shy-come nightingales,
They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear,
And, climb we e'er so soft the spinney rails,
All stops as if no bird was anywhere.
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John Clare

Ojira, To Her Lover

I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,
And counting every moment till we meet.
I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen
Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.
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Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)

Ode 1823

I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
All this thirst equipment
must surely be tired of me,
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Per Bo

Once I knew a noble peasant
From a line of men large-hearted.
Light and strength were in his mind,
Lifted like a peak clear-lined
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

The Roll Of The Kettledrum; Or, The Lay Of The Last Charger

“You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?”-Byron.
.....

Adam Lindsay Gordon

Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

The Bluebird

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
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Emily Huntington Miller

How Sweet The Name Of Jesus Sounds

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear?
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
.....

John Newton

The Wind In The Hemlock

Steely stars and moon of brass,
How mockingly you watch me pass!
You know as well as I how soon
I shall be blind to stars and moon,
.....

Sara Teasdale

The Old Pond

Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:

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Matsuo Basho

Oina-morul

After an address to Malvina, the daughter of Toscar, Ossian proceeds to relate his own expedition to Fuärfed, an island of Scandinavia. Mal-orchol, king of Fuärfed, being hard pressed in war by Ton-thormod, chief of Sar-dronto (who had demanded in vain the daughter of Mal-orchol in marriage,) Fingal sent Ossian to his aid. Ossian, on the day after his arrival, came to battle with Ton-thormod, and took him prisoner. Mal-orchol offers his daughter, Oina-morul, to Ossian; but he, discovering her passion for Ton-thormod, generously surrenders her to her lover, and brings about a reconciliation between the two kings.



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James Macpherson

Careers

Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say you're going to write great music-
I chose that first: it's unfair.
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Robert Graves