Poems about tambourine

№ 1037724

Mr.Tambourine Man

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, etc.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, etc.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing' that he's chasing

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, etc.

man,  tambourine.

Author: Bob Dylan
Date: 02/11/2019

№ 756457

Drumbeat and Tambourine Sound

The pharaoh's soul
Ride a ferry
Through the
Umbilical chord
Of another
With a
Steady drumbeat
The sound of
A tamborine

drumbeat,  sound,  tambourine.

Author: Stu Harley
Date: 20/02/2019

№ 574766

Black tambourine

Death is a dark knife
That cuts the light
Through the window.
A black car in the night.
A burning cigarette
Bursting on the highway.
A fire going out.
A gypsy with whiskey
Breath shaking
A black tambourine.

black,  tambourine.

Author: Woody
Date: 08/09/2018

№ 400348


Left my heart beating
Lighted grid and tambourine
Never a goodbye.


Author: Ann Beaver
Date: 03/04/2018

№ 272507

Tambourine Faces

They all had tambourines for faces
Which jangled when they laughed
Fingers made from untwined
Basket cases
And dusty jeans filled with the wind that caught them

They all sat down for dinner
It was spaghetti again,
"Spaghetti! Spaghetti! Spaghetti! "
They all shouted in chorus
And then they all laughed
And a butler made half of
Giraffe bought wines
To the table out stretching his limbs to fill each space,
A few bottles of champagne
A cork whizzes through the air and hits a face
A drum and melodic rattle snake sound
And then the guest had fallen down
And fell apart
And the rest of the guests
Realized they had no chests
And fell apart too.
It was time for the butler to tidy everything away again.

faces,  tambourine.

Author: Anomalous Anonymous
Date: 08/12/2017

№ 249696

"Just Like A Tambourine"

I hate when hearts break.
That moment when something is said or done and from it you literally feel your heart and it just doesn't feel the same.
Just like a tambourine hitting the floor, reflecting the way you love with no bounds,
That ecstacy of emotional perfection has a mirrored emotion.
Just like a tambourine hitting the floor, a loud crash,
So does the beat of your heart when it's been broken into pieces.
Falling to the ground,
Capillaries, blood vessels, muscle tissue, all of it breaking because the impact is just too much.
Similair to a hand or leg, a heart takes time to heal after it's been broken.

It breaks, you panic, and you rush to the doctor.
He takes a look at the damage and says,
"Hmm, mam. I'm afriad this is a disaster. A beautiful disaster. Little did you know, this heart break saved your life. Because the exact moment your heart stopped pumping blood, it began pulsating something deeper. People everywhere felt your heart crash just like a tambourine hit the ground and transferred a beautiful healing matter to pulsate through your insides. You're coming back to life. Full, vivid, crazy, adventurous, beating, brilliant life and it's falling down all around you in a loud beautiful sound, just like a tambourine hits the ground. "

Mae. B


Author: Meagan Elizabeth Bonnin
Date: 18/11/2017

№ 97555

Tambourine Girl

Give those minis a twirl
Lashes a curl,
Tambourine girl
In the back
Shimmer curtain, spotlight slack
All eyes are on you
One of the cities better views,
They say
What are you drowning?
You sat up silent
So he stood up and went
Quicksand with a layer of gold on top
Like the cymbals you clap
Against your hip, hop
He will be your drummer
Belle stunner

girl,  tambourine.

Author: Calli Kirra
Date: 03/07/2017