Best Singsong Poems
Hate is a feast for crows. Feast your eyes, instead, on love.
—by poet
Singsong of Spring
Caw of unseen crow and chorus
of potentially pretty wings.
Singsong may have interrupted
the murder - melody was sweet.
Tweeting torques communication;
hate fades with unflappable faith.
a song is a song, just a song
so come on along and sing the thing
bring out the voice that the song sings
hear a singsong sing along, string along
feel the music, the verse, the whole
ringing singing swinging thing
springing along
utterly feel, vibrant and strong
just bringin' the singing along
today's the day, for all lifelong
to open up, let out, and sing a song
work song, play song, siren song,
twangin' strummin' stringin' folk song
can't do no wrong when we're
singin' the cantabile* all day long
runnin' headlong along,
'cause today belongs -
to you, to me - a whole lifelong
we'll spend our time
singin' for a song
© Goode Guy 2013-04-19
* http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/cantabile
tight the eager eye
on the promise of what could be
bright with summer day
faded now with autumn's touch
the quick natural boys run fast in the the shadows
powerful to the truths of their age
young with wet cowlick face i ran too
holding a dogeared book
of her gentle phrase
felt like the world could have been mine
gentle breeze stirring the faded leaves
and all thouse bright summer faces
who's names have now gone
so strong she took to wing
flew so high saw the sun unadorned
so beautiful this elegant one
her quick smile had no cracks
her clean eyes were full of loving joys
so like the majesty of night
softly entrance
with such gentle caress
so strong took to wing
soared above the green world
swimming in the summer skies and clouds
bathing sweetly in the heavens
with stars for jewels
with moons for toys
so beautiful elegant one
tight the young hand
on the broken book
where her singsong voice was captured so beautifully
could see the worlds mystery's
with such young clarity
she had a way about her
that explained to my young head
all the fresh young boy things i would need
to be with such a strong beauty
with such an elegant promise fulfilled
so i ran like wind
ran like compassion and lightening
fast as the summer sun
strong as winter whispers
for her
my sweet her
in my heart
while her singsong voice captured me in every way
(tribute to sylvia plath..my sweet her)
duet of singsong
“Happy Anniversary”
birds tweet in rainshine
4/19/2019
I feel comforted by the throbbing in my hand,
The way reality slips from my grasp,
Blood dripping to my finger tips,
A moment content in pure bliss,
I may not exsist to you,
But baby those memories show through,
The pain brings me screaming back,
Cold reality with one true fact,
The first is always deepest,
But with each life worsins,
Because i chose to trust in you,
The ammount of cuts grew and grew,
Just because we smile and wave,
Doesnt mean are feelings arent grave.