Best Musicwords Poems
The Moral of today is
Listening to the words
Of some other nightmare
Watching and waiting for the next cue
Understanding, and reaching
In and beyond the veil of the flesh
And ink on paper
Bringing in the ultimate sacrifice
Knowing that in the end
Its all about you
So it seems to cliche
And
A little to ironic
How someone you have never met
Could possibly know so much about you
Your life, your mind, your family
For the darkest of secrets
Often lie undisclosed and unresolve
But yet
Here it is and all you did
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And in that title
In the name
In the body
You have found salvation
Just a little bit of it
And you know not how
Who or why
This became or will become
And where
Did it come from
Cause hidden in the mind
The things you never say
Someswhere along the lines
Thoughts became relative
And relatable,
In Regards they almost make sense
Almost seem logical
Almost appear normal
Almost become
As they lay out on the table
You cant help but to think
How they were pulled
Outside the vault
Of things you wont ever say
Dont ever want to think again
But they repeat
As if on an auto setting
And every time you hear it
You dissapear into the void
Of words unsaid
Things unthought
And It all starts over again
As
The Moral of today
It was an opera
a tale for singing
I never heard the words
My ears were ringing
On old time radio
There was a Shadow
I tried so hard
To emulate him
I sang
Bells rang
I listened some more
and then
just when
It opened a door
And caught
Enrapt
In music 's enthrall
I sang
and sang
As if at a ball
The magic of the notes
Within a child's mind
echoed on through my years
Until I had to find
A tune to satisfy
My soul so hungry
It's there
I know
It's there on my tongue
The words
I sang
When I was so young
© 2008 Donald Me
I waited in the foam, alone on the coast.
You were who I waited for. Give
me songs in every key,
pining and desire; be a messenger
bringing love, and I will empty
my heart of everything but you. Skies rain
pleasure when I am with you; the colors drain
away, melting into hazy wetness. The coast,
that brink, stretches in my mind, empty
miles lacking everything. I forgive
the distance; I will send a messenger
to deliver parts of me like ivory keys
on a piano, and you will press the keys
with velvet fingers, you will strain,
letting the music ring as a messenger
to your love. My words coast
across time, floating confetti. I can forgive
the distance. This love won’t empty,
but fills like a warm mug of chamomile. I will empty
my heart of everything but you. Your keys
clink as you leave, as you forgive
my sleep, as your kisses fall like rain
pattering the distant beach, that coast
I left behind when you, a messenger
came to me and I let you in. A messenger
sent your love, filling empty
spaces in me with golden joy. I coast
into slumber, my worries now too clunky
to carry. I let them go, free from the reign
of nervousness, insecurity. I forgive
myself for being afraid, for giv-
ing into a kiss. Words are my messengers,
drenching you in a refreshing rain
of my love. I am giddy; I empty
my heart of everything but you. Your keys,
I hear them jingle from the far away coast.
I will forgive the miles, empty
of you. A messenger retrieves your keys,
while on the coast, it rains.
The music hangs in the air.
Melodies from his heart.
He is the music man,
Playing on his guitar.
The words are a story of the past.
Lost love he immortalizes in song.
Insecurities plays on in her mind.
Times when things weren’t so gold.
A soul that cries out for more.
Wishing for someone to hear.
He is the music man,
Playing on his guitar.
Sweet buttery tones soothe the heart.
A broken soul can finally relate.
She listens, like a little lost songbird.
Waiting for a chance to sing.
Wiping the tears away.
Placing his hand on his heart.
He is the music man,
Playing on his guitar.
She wishes he knew the impact.
The words that speak to her soul.
Wishing that she could make him see.
He is the music man that touches her heart.
Can you hear the soul of it, the silky sound that haunts your mind?
And takes you to a film noir with words that cry of pining hearts?…
Of love betrayed, or kisses spurned, returning to a shaded past
Notes that echo through the night, with salty tears that will not hide
The sultry voice that sings the blues will walk you through the foggy mist
And break your heart with bitterness
Somewhere, there’s a lonely song, about the man who got away
She drinks the words as if alone, dressed in satin, red lips croon
Who does she sing to? Who are those strangers in the room?
The scent of whiskey in the gloom, they drink it straight, in black and gray
The music fills the void with tunes, it rises above the grim despair
It mingles with the nicotine, that circles in the midnight air
Somewhere is a saxophone, and a sobbing clarinet
She’s tearing words from limb to limb
The room is dim…but it’s not for them
The smokey sounds that fill the air
Shots of whiskey....another pair
Heads held low, hidden faces
A place where troubled souls
Find words in old songs
To tell their stories
About deep sorrows
About deep regret
Doesn't matter if anyone is listening
It's just enough to have them sung
Even long after the tears had dried
After they leave this place
All alone in some lonely space
Haunting melody inside a pounding head
Someone still cries
The blues in the night
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In Honor of Michael Falotico's Contest "A Cry Still Heard"