Here is a poem by Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky. For all those  that dont get it, hes russian. This poem is called The Bard. Enjoy.

My friends, can you descry that mound of earth
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs...
Alas, my friends! This mound's a grave;
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;
Poor bard!

A gentle soul, a simple heart
He was a sojourner in the world;
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;
And early on he met his end,
He found the grave's desired sleep.
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad
Poor bard!

He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;
Now all has met with its demise,
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;
You slumber in your silent grave,
Poor bard!

Here, by this stream one eventide
He sang his doleful farewell song:
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;
All's perished; lyre, be still;
To your serene abode, o haste,
Poor bard!

What's life, when charm is lacking?
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring...
O refuge of vexatious hearts,
O grave, sure path to peace,
When will you call to your embrace
The poor bard?"

The bard's no more ... his lyre's silent...
All trace of him has disappeared from here;
The hills and valleys mourn;
And all is still ... save zephyrs soft,
That stir the faded wreath,
And waft betimes above the grave,
A woeful lyre responds:
Poor bard!

This is a great poem, with lots of poetical devices used. The thing that really sets this poem apart from many others is the beautiful imagery used, like line 2-6 and the last serveral lines in this poem. Lots of similes and metaphors used, like comparing him to a flower in line 10. The repetition of the phrase poor bard at the end of each stanza gives this poem a steady rhythm and gives each stanza a defined, purposeful ending. The mood of this poem is sad, regretting that the life of the bard had not achieved anything, and that he lived in vain. Overall an excellent poem.

Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

So hear is another poem about music. This time a famous poem from the all known William Shakespeare.

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?
If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing;
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: "Thou single wilt prove none."

So this is a poem by William Shakespeare. The classic Shakesperean poem, Sonnet 8 is obviously a sonnet, written in iambic rhythm giving it a very nice flow. This sonnet is about the author urging a young man to have a family, and quit living a single life. All throughout the poem, he uses the metophor of music, comparing the man to a sting or a note, and how alone it sounds sad, but in harmony with other notes, symbolizing a family and wife in unity, the notes sound beautiful, just like this wonderful poem

Solo - Sasha Dordzijev

                                                     Solo

                                            Simple    Shy

                                    Timid     Repetitive    Calm

                          Short Phrases      Low        Quiet

            Stronger        Complex Phrases       Original      Unique

Faster      Harmonic      Loud       High Pitched       Spectacular      Powerful

                                                      Solo

                                                        

                                                    

My Music Poem - Courtney-bowers57

So here is yet another poem about music. Found this poem on tabblo.com. Unfortunately, I can't give you guys the name of the author, since I found it on a website, but I can give you her ( im assuming this) nick which is Courtney-bowers57. So without further delay, here is the poem, titled: My Music Poem

A soft sweet, sound from deep within our souls, 
Expressed in a most different way. 
An indescribable sound descending from our hearts, 
Seems it has something to say.

An unpredictable sound conveying love and peace, 
Revealed from deep inside, 
A wave of emotion expressed through song 
So free it seems it has nothing to hide.

An unwinding of feelings, felt deep in the heart, 
Always present in every way.
A sound that is sacred and precious, 
That can never be taken away.

So, if you guys haven't guessed already, this poem describes music and how it starts from feelings deep down inside from your soul and expressed outwardly in the beautiful form of music. And as a decent musician I can tell you that the way you feel at the moment you are playing influences alot about how and what you play. And I don't just mean the type of music you play or the song you play, although that is often true. If you play one song 20 times in  year, every time it will be different, mirroring you're emotions at the time you were playing it. Even if you play the same notes 20 times, they will still be different. And this poem beautifully reflects that.

So now, more about this poem: obviously the rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF. One of the things that is very though out about this poem is that it definetly has a rhythm. This poem doesnt necesarrily have an iambic beat, but it nicely has a 10 8 10 8 syllable in the stanzas, giving it a definite and puposeful rhyme. This poem appeals to your sense of emotion, mostly through sound. Many literary devices were used, mostly similes and metophors, like "wave of emotion expressed through song" and some personifications " An indescribable sound descending from our hearts, ". The author uses repetition of the word "sound", accenting the significance of the word and creating a sense of ending in the last two lines of the poem. Overall, a nice, well thought out poem. 

New Blog

Hey guys, a new blog is starting up called musical poetry. I will be posting and discussing poems about music. Through this blog, I hope to encourage you to listen to and play music and hopefully entertain you and "wash away from your soul the dust of everyday life" - Berthrold Auerbach 

“Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.”  

The Strange Music by G. K. Chesterton

Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon his back,
Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet.

In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath e'er let fall,
In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name.

Not as mine, my soul's annointed, not as mine the rude and light
Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight;
Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar,
Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.

But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once,
Hoary time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce.
But I will not fear to match them-no, by God, I will not fear,

I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.

This poem very accurattely reflects the feelings that a beginner at any instrument feels when he first holds an instrument in his hand. The excitement of learning to play it, the dreams of crowds of people listening to you play beautiful music, and the fear of being embarrassed. I know these feelings myself from personal experience from playing guitar. You see someone play beautifully and seemingly easy, then you pick up your own instrument and get muffled unsure notes, and you wonder if you'll ever play like that. 

This is a higly structured poem, and you can tell that the author had spent alot of time working on it. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, and there is a very definite iambic beat with 15 beats per line all the way through the poem, giving it a steady rhythm. Lots of imagery used, and example would be "the stars will stand to hear". This poem mostly appeals to your sense of emotion, trying to portray the feelings of a new musician and has alot of deep meaning inside the poem.

"In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name."