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Song Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Song

These Song Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Song. These are the best examples of Song Couplet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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A Song at Sunrise

A Song at Sunrise

He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands It moistened upturned faces and was caught in outstretched hands It blew within warm winds across the marshy fen Was whispered through the waving reeds and reached the hearts of men This song is never ending all around the earth The song that started long ago with our sweet Saviour's birth
POULTER'S MEASURE that is in alternating 12 then 14 syllables lines and so on (the form always commences with a 12 syllable line) Courtesy of Brian Strand Margaret Foster: 18th February 2010

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Bird Song

Blast it bird! Where are ye off to?
Don’t ye know the day is through?

Oh but I’ve a lovely song to sing,
I must ere I do another thing.
To the man in the garden who works with the hoe,
He’s tired and lonely and his heart needs to grow.
Then off to the widow who thinks of her lost mate,
And  meditates on the gorgeous sunset of late.
It is my heartfelt, joyful duty for which I long,
To comfort God’s people with my little song.

Oh, well off you go then,
Your song wins again..

Inspired by Francine Robert's contest 5/8/11

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I Would Write a Song {resubmit}

So much of my life I spent doing wrong
If I could write music I would write a song

I have done things a man shouldn't do
These words are written for they are true

If you open your heart and look to the sky
Ask of the Lord then hear the reply

It won't come in words not words you can hear
It may come with a smile or fall as a tear

I found an angel said bye to my ghost
After I lost everything I gained the most

I found the Lord through the poems I pray
Sometimes it’s best to just give it away

I write out my words for they help me see
Simple is best for simple is free

Think of yourself just never think down
Your mind holds the music just listen to the sound

Everyone you meet has something to say
Be sure to include them in the prayers that you pray

All that you do and all that you see
Shares in your story and your destiny

When dealing with others do what you do
Just be kind and gentle to those you do it to

Everything is nothing that it shouldn't be
As a seconds a second and a tree is a tree

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The sun sinks low within the sky as does his heart
For from his own true love he knows that he must part

Walks-With-Sorrow plays a song of lasting grace
To shield him from the tears cascading down his face

The silence of these woods brings him a sense of calm
And with his song he finds himself a healing balm

Way off in the distance there's a bride-to-be
With watchful eye just waiting for her man to see

The beauty and the ecstasy their union brings
Unaware of his decision she still sings

Songs of wonderment and glory she will carry
For today she gives herself to him to marry

But Walks-With-Sorrow knows that they can never wed
They will not be together in their marriage bed

Warring families forced them to keep their love hid
Passion for each other tribe elders forbid

So now he calls upon the skies to the Great Spirit
In the distance his bride cries but he can't hear it

Walks-With-Sorrow is a man so filled with pain
He'll never leave these woods or ever love again

By Deb Wilson
for contest"Tell HIS Story"
sponsored by Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~~

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A Song Is Born

Touching me deep in my core;
strings vibrating,fingers sore.

Long into the night I strive
to figure out the jumping jive.

Won't stop strumming till I find
that tune implanted in my mind.

The logical and lyrical
combine into a miracle.

Crescendo lifts into the sky;
a band of angels standing by.

Playing now with all my might
this song is born into the night.

I'm gratified with every note
and every lilting word I wrote.

I hope you will remember this;
That music-making is my bliss!

for "Limitless" contest
sponsored by Paula Swanson

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Everyday Song, Daily 37

Play the everyday tune
And laugh at the need to swoon,
Over habits and needs
And all the worry it feeds.

Record the everyday woe
And question where should I go,
To the easy comfortable place
Or to the mysterious hard to trace.

Sing the everyday song
And seize the moment, make it long,
Amongst the short course of the day
The present has a melody to play.

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I have a little treasure trove where I keep special things.
Today I thought I'd take it out, search through my memories.
Inside were pictures, souvenirs and things almost forgot,
And then among some special notes, a paper I knew not.

It seemed at first a poem that was started long ago.
Written just for me, in secret by my beau.
He must have written hurriedly, and stuck it in my hand,
To tell me I was special, he thought that I was grand.

I've kept that note, his song of love, for lo these many years;
And as I read it through again, it still brings me to tears;
For this song was like his love, he said it had no end,
Till I became his wife and so a new song could begin.

                                                                       Judy Ball

For Treasure Trove Contest by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of PS

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The REAL Food Song - My Passion

Potato chip, I love you up, my darling little buttercup. A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one with peanut butter. Oh, what fun! What fun is time with nacho chips; delightful cheese to tease my lips. My lips around a hamburger, with onion rings my heart to stir. Stir the chili in the pot. Add tabasco; cook it hot. Hot, that snack I love so well, is buttered popcorn that I smell. Smell the pasta fantasy- sauce and parmesan for me. Me and cheesecake, cherries atop. Once I start, I cannot stop. Stop for ice cream; what I wish- a sundae sitting in a dish. Dish me up some southern fried with mashed potatoes on the side. A side of bacon, crispy fat. I see nothing wrong in that! That’s a spicy hot tamale. Enchiladas make me jolly. Jolly Christmas; candies sweet, turkey, ham; so much to eat. Eat a pizza. It’s the best. Now I’ve gotta take a rest. For Deb Wilson's "My Passion" Poetry Contest

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Lets Dance

Lets Dance

A slow song is playing and we get up to dance
We gel as one, like in a trance

Our bodies so close, our hearts skip a beat
The feeling of warmth, forever to keep

Two bodies sway smooth, slow, as one
He whispers in my ear, I love you hun

Our eyes meet as I give him a kiss
Slow dancing our moves in pure bliss

He holds me close as the song comes to an end
I whisper into his ear, till the next song my friend

Written by:  Debra Falgout
September 21, 2012

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Song of Hope

You sing it loud and I sing along
We sing a song of hope, our hopeful song
You and your words get me through the day
The lyrics and beat know just what to say
Saying we all have our worries and need not
That at least there's two things that we got
We got our lives and we got this to sing
We got voices and music to bring!
Bring on the wonderful feeling
Bring on the gift of melody
Lets sing of the truth with our tongues
Lets sing this song at the top our lungs!
And as long as I can sing, you know I will
Nothing says anything more better or real
And no matter what terrible endeavor
Your song of hope holds hope forever

November 2009
The 2 songs that inspired this:
Song of Hope - Robbie Seay band
Worries - Langhorne Slim

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The song

Hear the song she plays night after night
Willing it calling you to make peace or fight

You hear the song calling on all
whether it weak or strong, you hear the call

calling the willing and unwilling
The song she is sure to sing

Listen true
It will catch you

How its interpreted is how you hear
The song she sings with a tear

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Unravel Me

Tears stream like water, rain in the night
A heart that still hungers for all to be right
Stoned by a circle, mocked while on stage
Emotions grow heavy from pain into rage
Scabs that were healing I picked them apart
All to uncover, I had to restart.

The essence of the soul, Purity
Only in your arms, Security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You’re the one who saves
Hear me while I sit
In the dark.

Carelessness, comes from movie clips inside my mind
Walls built to last start to unwind
And I can’t take the ache within the knots
It’s as if all I’ve learned I just forgot
For the flames of bitter yesterdays just ignite
Restless with this walk, I lose my sight

The essence of the soul, purity
Only in your arms, security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You're the One who saves
Hear me while I sit 
In the dark.

But I’m not alone
No I’m not alone
Going to the otherside
I must resist this fear 
Come alive!

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 4-8-12
Song written for the piano

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The song of the corrupted

Tickle me blue; tickle me ten                                                  
You give me now, he gives then

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How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS

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I Sing A Sad Song

I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely
Moments no one will admit to aloud.

I sing a sad song for all of the broken promises
Made with thoughtless illusions.

I sing a sad song for the faces pressing
Against the window panes in longing.

I sing a sad song for wild anticipation
Of days with happy endings that never come.

I sing a sad song for the telephone
that never rings enough.

I sing a sad song for all of those who
Waste time singing sad songs...

Like you and

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Sherry, The One That Got Away

Sherry, The One That Got Away By Rick Rucker Sherry was the one that got away, I remember her to this very day, She was quite a winsome lass, I was far below her class, Her brother was a friend of mine, I first met his sister, with a smile of Sunshine! I went to his house to swim in his pool, There, I made myself the perfect fool! I was drying off, and standing there, When out walked Venus, with raven hair! I was not merely tongue tied, Had I not averted my eyes, I might have died! Just then, my heart suddenly stopped, But for paralysis, I would have dropped! Understand that I was shy, Too afraid to talk to her, I won’t lie! Just to make matters worse, A song came out, to add to my curse, Frankie Valli sang a song, To, my embarrassment, prolong, The title was graced with her name, It made feel even more lame, A line of the song asked her on a date, To never have the courage to do that was my fate! I had a rich fantasy life, In it, she starred as my wife, We were so much in love, Birds serenaded us from above! I imagined we had little need of clothes, Writhing together, we would curl our toes, Finally the balance of the Universe I had to restore, I could not take it anymore! I began to think like Machiavelli, All because of Frankie Valli! With her brother, I did pick a fight, So that I could sleep at night, So that I would see her never more, In time, my heart became less sore. In time, I learned to be more assertive, Not merely giving girls glances, furtive, I even fell in love and married, But, sometimes at night, my thoughts tarried, On the memory of that lovely girl, Who, among the swine, she was a pearl. Whenever I read about two people, married forever, I kick myself for lack of guts I never, Asked Sherry on a date, Therefore could not become her mate, I do not know what might have been, Had I not been the most timid of young men. I hope she has had a wonderful life, I did, and a terrific wife, But still I sometimes hear that song, And instantly, I know that I did wrong!

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Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About

A great man once said "Stop and Go" 
But now it's time to show

What I've got to give this world
Before I go I need this girl.

Seems so cliche, but it makes
Me scream, and then break.

Is this o.k? Why do I bother?
Because this is what i'm fatherin' 

I don't need grammer to express
My farther plans to un-depress

You may know me to be 'unreal'
But, I just want you to feel, you feel?

Question what you can, cause your free to
Bring back the beat so I can tell all you
   (I need no chorus)

End rhyme don't match my words
No time- this time- my time, you heard?

Repeat myself to remind you again
But, I forget the nationality to defend

I'll help you get away- does it sting?
I bet it makes your ears ring

They can try to break us down, right?
They can't do anything about the fights

Riot will awake and my rhymes will be lost
The only true thing I would pay the cost

It's time for the world to change again
"Republic just doesn't cut it" you say?

I'm ready for a new dawn now
The dusk is upon us- a new crown
   (And by the way: I don't need no chorus)

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I Sing A Sad Song

I Sing A Sad Song
I sing a sad song for the cold, lonely
Moments no one will admit to aloud.

I sing a sad song for all of the broken promises
Wrought by circumstances beyond anyone's control.

I sing a sad song for the faces pressing
Against the window panes in longing.

I sing a sad song for wild anticipation
Of days that never come.

I sing a sad song for the telephone
That never rings enough.

I sing a sad song for dreams woven of
Hopeless illusions.

I sing a sad song for all of those who
Waste time, singing sad songs!


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Fill the Empty Sky

I’ve been sleeping on the clouds down in dumps Blanket of roses that is watered of my tears Swaying on a wind that plays the song of my heart And the song of the stars, the symphony, is tearing me apart. They say there is a time to heal a broken heart To wipe the tears and ease the pain that hurting me inside I just walk on the rainbow and yet the color has faded I will fill the empty sky of the memories that you left behind And when the morning comes I face the rising sun To fill the empty sky of love and smile lots of fun I fill the empty sky as the way I heal my wounded heart In my life you are just a part of the pieces of my heart. Michael Falotico’s How to Fix a Broken Heart Written by : Cheryl Aldea

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Soul of an Eagle, Life of a Dancer

The way he moves, like he’s floating on wings,
Dancing in beat to the song that he sings;

Dipping down, then up again fast,
A dance like his goes on, unsurpassed;

He spins to the left and then to the right,
Listen closely to the beautiful song he recites;

“Ya hey-ya hey-ya”  he chants to the beat of the drums,
One by one the crowd is awed and one by one succumbs;

To the spell that his slow movements have cast,
Till they have no perception of time that has passed;

His deliberate actions tell of his tale,
Of how one day he will prevail;

And soar with the beings up in the sky,
And then to the heavens he will fly!

~Honorable Mention in the "Fill in the Blanks" Contest by Paula Swanson~

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I'd gladly sing a song for Spring

I do not write in April, because that’s the month that comes before May.
I do not write in April, because then June would arrive in total disarray!

I do not write in April, now, although I have before this day.
I do not write in April, actually, although with words I’m known to play.

I do not write in April, when there’s ANZAC’s, Easter and Palm Sunday.
I do not write in April, and from that delicate decree I’ll not go astray.

I do not write in April, but exactly why, I can’t quite say.
I do not write in April, and it’s for the best, that here, I don’t betray.

I do not write in April, although I do read papers from my in-tray.
I do not write in April, so you won’t find any papers in my out-tray.
I do not write in April, when I’m outside whiling my time away.
I do not write in April, for that fills my insides with strange dismay!

I do not write in April, for I’ll not wear a wreath like a gloomy lay!
I do not write in April, but I’ll cheerfully whistle down your way.

I do not write in April come whatever, come what may.
I do not write in April. I do not write in April I say!

I do not write in April, but I’d gladly sing a song for Spring to stay.

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A voice

A voice makes noise 
when it annoys.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Jayne Taylor's The Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star-
How I wonder if you are.
So many light-years far away,
Are you still out there today?
Did you go nova little star?
How I wonder if you still are.

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     Well...I wanted to do something silly as I did,
     In writing a poem for this bid.

     It took but a TINY HERCULEAN try,
     All the while, I'm asking "Why?"

     I thought of writing about the time,
     When I didn't even have a dime.

     But then I realized how silly it would be,
     To write something, only about me.

     I decided not to write about me at all.

     Instead, while eating my JUMBO SHRIMP,
     I decided it would best to be an OVERGROWN IMP.

     Writing about the CARNATION CARRIED by the COURTIER,


     Yet, only SONG SOOTHED him when his SHACKLED SEVERITY SEPIA aroused.

     Thus, often abed the king would go,

     And if this silliness be not a poem the rules will fit,
     Maybe I should just lay down my pencil...and QUIT !!


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War-Born Lullaby

I hear a mother softly cry
As she sings a war-born lullaby.

The song of a father who went away,
To give freedom one more day.

He promised that he would return,
Return from watching evil burn.

It was a promise he could not keep,
As now he sleeps an eternal sleep.

He gave his life so his child could see,
A land of freedom and liberty.

His body now rests beneath green grass,
His medals and picture behind clear glass.

His soul, however, is not gone.
His ideas and dreams are carried on.

She sings the song of war’s high cost.
She sings the song of freedom not lost.

She sings of a father’s sacrifice,
For his country and family he gave his life.