And I don't feel any form of music is beyond me in the sense of that I don't understand it or I don't have some love for some part of it.
quote by Elvis Costello
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A Letter To Love.
To love,
We feel you from the heart.
We feel you from the very start.
You gripe all our body part.
With us till death do we part?
To love,
We know you come from above.
Like an art that lives for long,
You keep us to feel strong.
Leave us to go on and on.
To love,
Don’t mind if I ask.
Because I feel bask.
So, are you human?
Tell me I need to understand.
Because the way you keep us away from elegy.
And at our downcast you give us energy.
Wow you are beautiful.
You are wonderful.
And too useful.
To love,
I doubt there is anything else you need to prove.
I believe you have come to stay. (c)
poem by Chinwendu Ibeh
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I Understand Just How You Feel
(words & music pat best)
Do you remember the love we had for each other
I was your faithy...
I miss you so
Please believe me when I tell you
I just cant stand to see you go, you know
Please understand just how I feel
Your love for me might not reveal
And if you know this time its real
We understood (? )
I miss you so
Please believe me when I tell you
I just cant stand to see you go, you know
Please understand just how I feel
Come back to me, my love is real
And you will know this timeless feel
Will understand
Will understand
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Sonnet 2
my mind's eye from outer eye remove.
make senseless the argument of sense
that beauty not subject to sense prove
nor object to time that takes you hence.
then, mind from eye withdrawn,
in dark, sense may shine bright
and mind itself your beauty form,
forming mind to your illuminate.
but not thought's sense to hear
nor sense of mind in sense feel,
dimensional sight and intelligent ear
bereft of mind from mind would reel.
no war between your feature and form
exists except in eye - that does harm.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Music For Your Soul
Music; Her caress.
Makes me feel comforted.
Music; Her love.
Makes me feel wanted.
Music; Her kiss.
Makes me feel stronger.
Music; Her drug.
Makes me feel further from life.
Music; Her own brand of alcohol.
Makes me feel drowned in comfort.
Music; Her gun.
Makes me feel my thoughts blasted out of my head.
Music; Her pain.
Makes me feel what others feel.
Music; Her ice cold.
Makes me feel as lonely as space.
Music; Her heat.
Makes me feel impassioned.
Music; Our connection.
Makes us feel as one.
~Osayamen.E Simon~ Copyright ©
All rights and privileges reserved by author
poem by Osayamen Evbuomwan
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A Music Beat
A constant beat forever scratches the back of my head
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
A constant rhythm to live by
To walk by
To talk by
Even to think by
Music has crawled into my brain
Nay my Body
Something that takes form
As I feed it
I feel it!
I am always hearing it!
It tickles my toes
It tingles my fingers
I feel it throughout my body
It permeates my very soul!
Music is more than a hobby
Music is almost more than a passion
Music is an addiction one and all must satisfy
But I feel that I succumb to it more than others
Yet it is not a bad thing, one cannot go through life without hearing music
Everyone is addicted to the enticing sounds of Music, no matter the form it takes;
The moment our ears taste the sound of music we crave more no matter the type;
Music is therapy for the soul
We listen to the music we feel our soul can relate to
But to create music is truly wonderful for you are not just showing your soul to the world;
One is pouring out one’s truest deepest emotions, that one cannot even express through words;
Creating music is taking a fruit and showing it to the world to prove that it is ripe;
poem by Aaron Burr
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Song and Music
O leave your hand where it lies cool
Upon the eyes whose lids are hot:
Its rosy shade is bountiful
Of silence, and assuages thought.
O lay your lips against your hand
And let me feel your breath through it,
While through the sense your song shall fit
The soul to understand.
The music lives upon my brain
Between your hands within mine eyes;
It stirs your lifted throat like pain,
An aching pulse of melodies.
Lean nearer, let the music pause:
The soul may better understand
Your music, shadowed in your hand
Now while the song withdraws.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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All i got to my name.
All I got to my name,
Is my music
It's all i ever am
and all i will be
you can't take it away
it's all i got to my name
My music is my life
my music is my love
my music is my fire on a cold day
my music is my castle where i stay all the day
my music is home
where i feel safe
It's all I got to my name
don't you dare take it away
it's what makes me me and not you
My music is my best friend
my music is my nae
it's all I own that matters to me
My music is all i got to my name
no family
no friends
all i need is my music
I need nothing but my music
it's what I do all the day
all I can say
My music My music
all i got to my name...
poem by Alice Lion
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The Meaning Of Our Love (Villanelle)
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Maybe we cou'dn't find each other in our world of two and
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Or maybe love made sense for both of us, but we didn't let it flow,
E'en we could let it flow, but we didn't give it a chance, thinkin' that
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
Maybe the senses of our love were intermingled and we didn't know,
But we knew it, when we touched our angry bodies, we knew that
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Then, we could find our madness o' love as a big bubble growin' to blow,
A kind of madness that makes you be a drinker of your own delusions and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
But we understood the dyin' meanin' of those delusions in our life show.
They've been irreversibly dissolved into sorrow, until we're separated.
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Now, when we drive with time machine on the true age o' the snow,
‘Tis too late to find each other in our world of two, e'en we tried it and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Music isn't just music
Music isn't just music, it's a way of life.
Music is more than life.
It's a work of art.
Music is like a cumulous cloud on a stormy day. It brings joy to the people who love it.
Music is like a catelpillar hatching out of its chrysalis its spreds its wings at a slow part dramactic part then takes flight in the entergetic parts.
Music is more than life.
It's an inspiration.
poem by Samanda Sweet
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Love Of My Life
I still remember the first time I saw you,
That I instantly fell inlove with you,
That day I wish to be a part of you,
And thanks God my wish came true.
I may not be the best person you've known,
But the only thing I know is that I love you so,
No doubts, no limit, no pretending,
No reservation and definitely no ending.
Not everyone understand you,
Not everyone care for you,
But what is the sense of me being here for you,
Of course, to do all the things everyone can't do.
Losing you in the end is my geatest fear,
Losing you will cause so much pain that won't be healed,
Please darlin' stay with me,
Without you, I don't know what will happen to me.
I don't care If there's no tomorrow,
As you hold me, you erase my sorrow,
I love you like no one else can do
Let me show how much I treasure you.
Someday, I maybe afar from you
But eventhough that time will come,
I assure you that my heart is only for you
I love you form the very start
You are the love of my life.
poem by Catherine Agunat
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My Perspective Of music In My Life<3
I love music its my life
If I was a dude I'd make it my wife
I study music like its a test
Music to me is not a guest
I could sit & listen all day long
I know music could do no wrong
Music is Beautiful
The lyrics are real
The mood and beat is wall I can feel
When you love music & give it control
Music can be your heart body & soul
I love to sing with the music
I love music & I can prove it
poem by Princess Artis
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Feel The Music
What is music and why is it here?
Music is made for the ear.
To be made and played for many of decades.
To be embraced by different cultures and race,
Music
the heart of man
Only it seems now only a few understand
Music.
The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.
Exchanging and changing forever.
Music.
Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.
You have to trust in the
Music
Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.
Music.
Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same
Music will always change.
The dramatic character of a story.
It will always end with the final glory.
Because of its graceful authority
music
Don't make music that embraces no heart
Make music that shall shine threw the dark.
Music lives every where.
Creating our atmosphere.
Our world circulates by the beat the music makes
So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.
Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.
Unknown music is everywhere.
So open your ears stand clear
music it is taking over so beware!
There is no escaping
There is no replacing
There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.
Without music where would I be?
It took sweet love music to create me.
The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the
Music
Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u
Cause the music only can be true
'Lets make music', I've it heard said
But making music is not just in the bed
Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.
So let's make music my friend.
A sad moment in your life
'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.
What more do I have to say music is made to be played.
There is no escapade
It is understood music is what it should be
Music is what it will always be
Okay! U understand now so read the music
That sings threw me
Read the music it is written so clearly
read my music
Make your own beat
So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made
Do you feel the music running through your veins
Do you feel the music in my poetry song
Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong
Cause music are written in these words
just listen hush! Cause music will be heard
BY: TIFFANY BURTON
THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME
Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton
poem by Tiffany Burton
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Sir Duke
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Dont make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter a
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just wont quit
But here are some of musics pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For theres basie, miller, satchmo
And the king of all sir duke
And with a voice like ellas ringing out
Theres no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
I can feel it all over-all over now people
Cant you feel it all over
Come on lets feel it all over people
You can feel it all over
Everybody-all over people
Notes: corrected by [email protected]
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unclaimed
To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --
To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.
To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.
To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.
To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.
poem by Vikram Seth
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Love's A Mystery
Real, almost real
I could feel the life flow into my veins
Done, now it's done
I have fallen for the final time
I can't get up again
Love's a mystery i don't understand
Love's supposed to make you glad
Tell me why i feel so sad
Love's a mystery i don't understand
I won't see you anymore
And if that's what love is for
Then i don't understand
Free, now you're free
You don't need me
And you don't want what i give
(baby here is my heart)
Please, help me please
'cause if life is made for hearts in love
Then how am i to live
Love's a mystery i don't understand
It's so hard to be alone
When the one you love is gone
Love's a mystery i don't understand
You won't stay another day
And if that's all you can say
Then i don't understand
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Music, Like Love
Music, like love, dear from the heart
Is such gift distinct to play part
In its sensuous role as an art
In building the soul to its start.
Music, like love, makes the world stark
With harmony to render spark,
Placing a wonderful mark,
Bright for life to come out of dark.
Music, like love, evermore lies
Straight to the very light, it cries.
It awakens the soul to rise
Upward to feel its refining guise.
Music, like love, has such a bind.
Ooh, how music does wash the mind
For all tranquility to find.
To the mind, it is very kind.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Music
Music is an art
Music is presided over by the Muses
Music combines sounds in a pleasing way
Music has common elements.
Music has pitch and melody
Music has harmony and rhythm
Music has tempo and meter
Music has sonic qualities of timbre.
Music is euphony or sweet sound
Music has harmonious qualities
Music is inspirational
Music opens the soul.
Music is energizing
Music is enriching
Music makes one happy
Music is relaxing.
Music is soothing
Music is entertainment
Music is lovable
Music is stirring.
Music moves one to tears
Music gives a spark
Music tunes a special memory
Music is a form of therapy.
Music fills with spiritual attunement
Music is a personal experience
Music takes us along the road of life
Music is the corner stone of every society.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Whatever It Takes
(brian greenway/myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap/beeg tunes/frankly blond music - bmi
With all my heart, Im in love with you
If you know me, you know its true
I wont play around, the way that others do
And I can only say, Ill dedicate my life to you
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
To feel this way, and to know its right
A sense of peace, when you hold me tight
We understand, all that love could be
To know you care, to know how much you mean to me
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
To fall to pieces, would go against the rules
And for all we know, this feeling will show
I believe our love will grow
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever your dreams, Ill share those dreams with you
Wherever this leads, Ill walk that road with you
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
Whatever it means, I mean to see it through
Whatever it takes, Ill take my time with you
song performed by by April Wine
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My soul is guilty of love
My soul is guilty of love,
That love devastating my life
To create a new better one.
My love tastes my flesh,
That painful part of me
Continuously and little by little
Dieing.
I still feel this need for temporary things,
But love will never be a thing.
It will never be temporary.
I still try to reconcile
My individual part of world
With my Christian faith.
I still live between
Primitive and humble animals,
Trying to understand my solitude,
Trying to save my unfulfilled desires,
Thinking that
The whole past human glory
Is enough for me.
I try to understand
Its delicate dazzling dream
Of reaching the eternity in ephemeral.
I'm overwhelmed with
Its fossil coral thought and its wet reality.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Kiss To The Music
A kiss...
Music in my soul
Here I will rise
Right now...
Kiss to the music
Feel your heart, beating its rhythm
Feel all warmth sharing two hearts
Kissing to the music...
This is what I really live for...
So far away from all darkness...
So far away from all needs...
So far away from all thoughts...
That kicks you when you try to sleep...
Kiss to the music
Feel the love overflowing your shell...
Feel how soft every feather is...
To kiss to the music...
So far away from everything else…
poem by Not A Dream Choice
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