Song Lyric Poems

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Details | Light Poetry |
I am but a dreamer
and in my dreams I play
where I live so happily
writing them my way
inside my illusions
where I know I belong
whistling a joyful tune
as I go along

Like a little spirit
I venture on the breeze
skipping in the gentle wind
doing what I please
with the rising sun I dance
wrapped inside his charms
across the golden morning sky
twirling in his arms

I can climb a mountain
or live among the trees
sail in a silver sailboat
on the seven seas
I can draw a moonlit night
ride on a bright moonbeam
and swim among the diamonds
in a velvet stream

I am but a dreamer
there's nothing in my way
living in the place I love
loving everyday
maybe it's a fairytale
but that's all right by me
I'm the master of my dreams
where I wander free

No one there can tell me
what is wrong or right
following what's in my heart
I live in the light
happy in my dream world
that's where I choose to stay
in the world where I belong
writing dreams my way

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009




Details | Free verse |
How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rispetto |
How I admire the lyrical poetess!
She, who watches nature's beauty all around,
yearns to feel the wind of summer's soft caress
as she listens for the magic in its sound.

When she sits to write in peaceful, quiet hours,
from her realm of thought spring forth. . .  pretty flowers
She plucks up each bright blossom, then sets them free
as blooms of the lyrics in her poetry.

(This is dedicated to my lyrical poetess friends at soup, of
whom there are more than a few!)

For "A Soup Member Worthy of a Tribute" Poetry contest
of Richard Lamoureux

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011




Details | Lyric |
I welcome you to this magic kingdom
Drowned in endorphins and stale perfume
To hide the stench of sweat but not shame
You're free to leave but you won't be the same

So grab a drink, have one of my fags
So many girls in glamourous rags
Fight 'til the sunlight on sticky floors
Tomorrow morning they'll regret it, of course

Forget your morals, you won't need them now
It makes more sense to follow the crowd
That seems so happy and carefree
Intoxicated is the way to be

There's nothing here, just hate and lust
Values I live for get ground to dust
Purity killed by one night romance
Loyalty doesn't have any chance

If you're looking to lose yourself
Leave your soul and brain on the shelf
And find yourself washed up on the shores
Of the United Kingdom of Whores

Copyright © Stuck In Sepia | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |
Invisible ladies! You see them ev’rywhere,
In sensible raincoats and Margaret Thatcher hair.
Standing at bus-stops, watching the bus go by:
Waiting at crossings,
Letting the traffic splatter mud in their eyes …

Invisible ladies, all in their “middle years”.
Invisible ladies:
No hopes, but so many fears …

   SO polite! So ladylike!
   Just don’t mind us, don’t make a fuss … Wouldn’t be right …
   But deep inside, there’s such a rage …
   You’ll catch it too, this vanishing plague
   Called MIDDLE AGE!

Invisible ladies … shopping bags all akimbo:
Moving like zombies, each in her private limbo.
Pushing a trolley at ASDA or Sainsbury:
Examining prices,
Searching for bargains – ever more desp’rately …

Invisible ladies, choosing the longest queue …
The one with the baby:
Babies, they’re visible to …

   SO polite! So ladylike!
   Just don’t mind us, don’t make a fuss … Wouldn’t be right …
   But deep inside, there’s such a rage …
   You’ll catch it too, this vanishing plague
   Called MIDDLE AGE!
	
Invisible ladies! When somebody barges by,
Instead of complaining, they always apologise!
They oughta get angry, and maybe get pushy too:
Say, “HEY! Look AT me!
See, I’m a PERSON, really very like you!”

Invisible ladies, everyone knows one …
They live in our houses …
You probably call yours “MUM!”





(This is an anthem for all fifty-somethings - Chaps too!)


Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sonnet |
Synchronized
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Long and slender with graceful curves   
Your embrace, curled close to my back.
Two peas in a pod, loves reserves.
Souls seek sweet slumber without lack.

Steadfastly, adoration grows.
And night’s sleeping becomes a dance.
Darkness befalls tomorrow’s glow.
Hypnotic grandeur grants love’s glance.

Synchronized, our two hearts leap.
Always, snuggled with true love fed.
Short and cushy, without a peep
We as one are to slumber led.

Two peas in a pod passion melt.
Cuddling in the twin sized bed.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Children playing in the snow.
       Up and down the hills they go.
Grownups watching like a show.
       Knowing soon to church they'll go.
 
Jingling bells so loud and clear.
       Ring so loud they wake the deer.
Santa's coming soon they know.
       In his sleigh across the snow.
 
Now get ready kids to go.
       Bed is waiting as you know.
 
Optional Ending:
 
Tired and weary, cold and numb.
       Visions dance like Sugarplums.


Thanks to Deborah Guzzi for suggesting the last line
  
This is sung to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"
For the contest Holiday Songs in Poem Form by Deborah Guzzi

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
EVENING FAIR (sing to Scarborough Fair)

Crust of bread and strawberries red
Cheese and wine will go to your head
And when you dance    the room becomes magic
Step and whirl at Blithe County Fair

Warm the night with bright crescent Moon
Fiddles three    an old Spanish tune
Sweet Greta Lee has captured my fancy
Step and whirl at Blithe County Fair

Youth and Eros    moment of bliss
Rose glow her cheeks    I offer a kiss
Though so demure    she yields to temptation
Found my true love at Blithe County Fair

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Tears running down her cheek
So many hurtful words
So many left unsaid
Eyes swollen with the agony of his memory.

Life:
A horrific nightmare
Feelings:
Dead to all
Heart:
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

Eyes dripping with sadness
Her heart growing colder than ice
Out the window and into the night
Swearing the last tears were cried.

Life:
A horrific nightmare
Feelings:
Dead to all
Heart:
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

Losing control of all emotions
Sanity slipping from her fingers
Wanting memories of him to leave
Wishing the pain would wash away.

Life:
A horrific nightmare
Feelings:
Dead to all
Heart:
Broken to pieces
She's fragile and ready to fall.

Copyright © Ginger Marie | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
They say forgive and forget.
I forgave without a thought,
But how could i forget?

Forget your smile,
Forget your face,
Forget your love,
Forget your name.
No matter what I do,
I can't forget you.

I thought we were forever.
And so did everyone else.
I try so hard to forget.

Forget your smile,
Forget your face,
Forget your love,
Forget your name.
But no matter what I do,
I just can't forget you.

What happened to us?
Are you through with us?
I just hope you can't,

Forget my smile,
Forget my face,
Forget my love,
Forget my name.
No matter what you do,
Don't forget me and you.

Copyright © stephanie Heward | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
My soul has a hole in it's pocket
And the pennies, they leave a trail
If you say you want my two cents
Then, come on down
And pick up what I've left behind
 
My mind has a curtain with tattered ends
And the wind just blows on through
If you say you need shelter from the sun
Then, come on down
And rest your weary head
 
My heart is beating to creepy tune
And the shivers run up my spine
If you say you need a story 
Then, come on down
I have got one to tell to you
 
My song that I'm singing has no end
And the rhythm is like the sea
If you say you got the blues
Then, come on down
This boat will bring you through 
 
My soul has a hole it's pocket
Bad memories, they leave a trail
If you say you need a fresh start
Then, come on down
I've found the path for you

Copyright © Stephanie MacDonald | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
Be the birdie

                 in the tree!

Dancing high

                 color flash!

Be the birdie

                 in the tree!

Calling love

                 nest with thee!

Be the birdie

                 in the tree!

Dancing high

                 remember me!

Be the birdie

                 in the tree!


Swoop from branch


                 high above!


Be the birdie 


                 in the tree!
 

You had your chance


                       good
    now   
                                 
                           bye

               love! 

(repeat entire refrain)

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
"Prays of The Enslaved Soul" (3/26/09/42yrs)

So small, no one can see
just a blackish, ink mark were my soul should be 
tearfully waiting to be what i want to be 
to  move on to greener pastors (pastures)  
spilling out the inter me, calling out to the soon to be 
just no were to find a clear path, to that thing i call, me 
just waiting, and waiting
till i can place one idle dream into a real movement of freedom!
so that when one tear falls from my face, it will roll from the cheeks 
of joy and laughter 
so, i wait and pray for this day, but most of all 
i pray for the strength too wait one way or the other! 

aka:lyricvixen

Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Gummy Worms

Everybody likes me.
Nobody hates me.
Because I share my worms –
Yummy, yummy gummy worms
Sour and sweet yummy worms
Sitting in my kitchen, sharing worms!

(SHOUT!)
Yummy, yummy gummy worms!

Collaboration by Dane Smith-Johnsen and her 6 year old grandson
Inspired by the Childhood song, “Sittin’ in the Garden eatin’ Worms”
June 13, 2010

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |
A fine true haiku
 
Words set in five seven five
 
Poetry breathing

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Backyard Vacation
(Country, male vocal, speed/tempo in vein of Zac Brown Band's "Knee Deep" w/Jimmy Buffet)

When life’s hurdles got ya goin’
Around in circles without you knowin’
And it seems they’ll never end

I take a walk in my backyard
I like that it’s so large
There I look around and take it all in

Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock’s in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day

I’m lucky got a few nice acres
Trees and a pond from our good lord maker
I’m thinkin’ it’s funny how it got this way

As I take in the view
And tell myself don’t be a fool
This feeling is what you never want to go away

Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock is in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day

The beauty you’ll see offers a hedge
Like a tree’s reflection against the water’s edge
It’s a paintin’ you can see in your mind
It’s all a gift so enjoy the tryin’

Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock’s in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day

Can’t ever beat out a sunny day..

Copyright © Shawn Sackman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Monoku |
Lost memories, my brown eyes play the movie of my soul

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
As she entered the room I heard hip hop
Her walk a beat like a drummer was nonstop
Her style was full of metaphors
Staring so hard my eyes got sore
Her face was blessed with two deep dimples
Oh how my life just became so easy and simple
That pretty smile
Her sweet scent and fashionable style
Those soft rose petal shape lips
The contour of her hips
Those shapely thighs 
I'm lost in those bedroom eyes
The groans, the cries.
The moans, the sighs.
A hot burning desire 
That is hotter than fire
So intense
To soon for flesh
Before you undress.
Umm is this a test.
Almost time for sex.....
What pushes your buttons
For lust are you a glutton?
I love her when she’s coy
Like Anita you bring me joy...



Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |
 Fender strung upside down
 big hands pressing strings to frets.
 Woodstocks’ last scheduled act, Jimi 
 exercized his “Right to Free Speech.”
The world heard an eclectic electric version
of  “Star Spangled Banner.” Those notes still
reverberate “All Along the Watchtower.”

“Hey Joe,” “Are You Experienced?”

 “WELL, I AM !”



*To honor Jimi Hendrix in Raul Moreno's contest.

Copyright © John Trusty | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Stay on your road to somewhere...
For the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
and on your road to somewhere.....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

And with your hopes and dreams be bold...
keep the faith in the goals you hold...
strive to reap the thoughts you sow...
on your road to somewhere....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

Stay on your road to somewhere...
for the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
on your road to somewhere...

Strive to reap the thoughts you sow,
with your hopes and dreams be bold,
keep the faith, for such is gold...
stay on your road to somewhere...
for your dreams out there.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
You were there....anytime..
I needed you..
you were there..every time..
anywhere...

And you were there...
even when I mistreated you..
and I'll always bear, being so unfair..
when you cared...

So anytime..anywhere..
you are needing me..
I'll be there..
anytime...anywhere...

Yes, you were there...
every time...I needed you..
yes, you've been fair.....
and every time..you've showed you care...

So anytime...anywhere....
you're needing me...
I'll be there...
anytime..anywhere...

You know I care...and I'll be there...
anytime....anywhere...
to show I care...I'll be there...
anytime.....anywhere.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |
Everybody is somebody in this big ol' world that turns,
Everybody needs somebody, as far as life's concerned,
and nobody wants somebody messing with their dreams,
in no shape or form....in no ways or means,

So please be kind, don't mess with the mind,
who needs the worry, only fools have the time,
Yea, please don't try to snatch someones cool,
life can do without...a break in the rule,

And nobody likes somebody telling them lies,
what goes around, comes around, so try to be nice,
If somebody asks somebody, "Hey lend me a hand,"
do all that you can for your fellow man, your friend,

And please be kind, don't mess with the mind,
who needs the worry, only fools have the time,
Yea, please don't try to snatch someones cool,
life can do without a break in the rule,

Yea, we have our lives, goals and our dreams'
hoping that strife.....never comes in between,
We have our families, and our friends,
May God bless in all lifes future plans,

And I hope that nobody ever messes with your mind,
You don't need the worry....you're just like I am.


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answer...leave message..thanks.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Details | Limerick |
There once was a zebra from China.
Who liked to sing songs in D minor.
    His voice was the rage
    When they put him on stage.
He rode out of town a headliner!


For Deborah Guzzi's Limerick II Contest

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again

 

 

Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ireland.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
Any teardrops that I can borrow?
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
 
Senorita Sorrow
Can you run away with me tomorrow?
We can chase our dreams around
And make love
And start wars
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
You have never lived
It's very hard to explain
I got lost in Senorita Sorrow
somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain
somewhere in her Spanish eyes
somewhere in the Spanish rain
 
We had the time of our lives
But she cried there on the train
She couldn't hold back the pain
She knew there was no tomorrow
My Sweet Senorita Sorrow
As she stepped out into the 
Mid-September Spanish Rain




Copyright © ron ryan | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
Chorus:
             Barack Obama
             Barack Obama
             He's the U.S.A.'s own Dalai Lama.

             Barack Obama
             Barack Obama
             He's the guy who's here to save yer Momma.

Verse 1:

Oh yeah Obama's here an' he's really cool
Gonna tell yer kids to pay attention in school
Gonna make us all follow the Golden Rule
'Cause he knows Michelle ain't gonna suffer no fools!

He's an all-around, straightup nice kinda guy
Who don't get upset when ya scream "You Lie!"
He cares about the Earth and he cares about the sky
Gives ya cash for the clunkers you were stupid to buy.

Chorus

Verse 2:

He's gonna stim-u-late us, gonna spread the wealth,
Gonna write out a prescription for the nation's health,
Gonna come down on Insurance like a big black Stealth
Gonna take those stem cells down off the shelf!

He's gonna see we win in Afghanistan,
Someway, somehow - without a plan.
When yer rude to da cops he is da Man
Who'll give ya both beers an' make it right again.

Chorus

Verse 3:

He's appointed more Czars than the U.S.S.R.,
Gonna raise the mileage on yer car
Gonna lower those emissions both near and far
And do it lookin' snappy like a First Exec Star.

Can't answer "yes" or "no", it takes a paragraph
To get to the point, then it's good for a laugh
The Right hates everybody servin' on his Staff
- But their side of the Aisle makes most of the gaffes.

Chorus

Verse 4:

Is there anything Obamaman cannot do?
The assertions are fantastic; some may even be true.
He beat out Mrs. Clinton right outta da blue,
Now he's lookin' out for me and he's lookin' out for you.

If his ears were any bigger he could teach himself to fly,
But despite his geekiness he's still a heckuva guy
His heart is fulla Hope, his head is in the sky
An' if you give him grief Ms. Pelosi'll make you cry.

                                   WORD!

Chorus et finis

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Here's a story, of a cheating con man.
Faithfulness, he does demand,
that's the way, hes got it planned.
He has her, eating from his hand.

He's a liar, and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks.
Never will be, hers to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!


He's always gone, while shes at home.
His eyes, have been known, to roam.
While hes talking to her, on the phone,
all of a sudden, his service is gone!
He thinks, she will never know,
and besides, she wouldn't dare go.
Maybe, let a few tears flow,
Her true feelings, she won't show.


Hes a liar, and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks!
Never will be hers, to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!


She wants his time and attention,
but this only causes, friction.
He wants her butt, in the kitchen,
and to stop, all that silly wishing!
Now, this girl isn't wise, for her years,
although, she knows, what she hears.
His unspoken words, only confirm her fears!
She just doesn't, Change his gears!

Hes a liar and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks.
Never will be, hers to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!

Only so much, can she stand!
She wants a man, that will hold her hand.
Everyday, she won't live in dread.
A woman needs to, hold up her head!
Not worry about, her face being red...
Well now ,that's the story of
"How he killed, her love"
He should have, put her above,
not after, everything else, he does.
That's how, she became a was,
Cause, hes a liar, and a cheat!
Her heart no longer, his to keep!
Let the next one, kiss his feet!
This one has, admitted defeat!

Copyright © susan mayes | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |
  I in know way take credit for the words to this song,
it is done by Alan Jackson.If you get the chance,
please listen to it for me.



 Why did she have to go,
so young I just don't know why,
things happen half the time,
without reason without ryhme,
Lovely sweet young woman,
daughter,wife and mother,
makes no sense to me,
     I just have to believe she....

     
CHORUS....
 Flew up to Heaven on the Wings
of Angels,by the...clouds and stars
and past where noone sees,and she...
walks with JESUS,and her loved one's
waiting and I,know she's smiling saying...
 Don't worry 'bout me.

 Loved one's she left behind,..just trying
to survive..and understand the why...
feeling so lost inside...Anger shot straight
at GOD,then asking for His love..empty
with disbelief...just hoping that maybe she...

    CHORUS...

It's hard to say goodbye,her picture in my
mind...They'll always be of times I'll cherish,
and I won't cry 'cause she....

     CHORUS,

 This song was done by Alan Jackson
 but I really relate to it and wanted to share.
 Thank you for taking time to read this.

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2009