Best Song Day Poems


Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me

{in the Distance I Hear} a Lonely Guitar

I need your kiss I need your arms, then
I need your kiss again
I want to hold you tonight, arm in arm
And keep you safe in this day of harm

I know you still have thoughts for me
Even though you wanted to be free
Now I'm down each day on bended knee
Cause these memories of you cause agony

Then off In the distance I hear a lonely guitar
Playing so softly but it's just to far
A lonely guitar echoing from a mountain top
Playing our song, Oh! I just wish it would stop

I wish you were here in my arms again
Cause my love for you is more than friends
My eyes do cry when I think of you
Oh! I just don't know what to do

I hold these memories of your touch
But the memories I hold's just not enough
I need your lips your soul your heart
Like before the day...we drifted apart

Then off In the distance I hear that lonely guitar
Playing so softly but it's just to far
A lonely guitar echoing from a mountain top
Playing our song, Oh! I just wish it would stop

A lonely guitar echoing from a mountain top
Playing our song, Oh! I wish it would stop
Oh! I wish it would stop

The Song of the Nation

We sing the song today withal our pride
For the nation who gave us our life,
Let us forgive for a day all enmities
And solely beclam their souls 
Who bled freedom for us to live and peacfully die.
 
Let us unite today one nation not several states
One religion not casteism, one culture not classism,
Let us worship today one idol not millions we reverenced
One language not parted, one trait not fallacious
For those who bled freedom for us to bask and relish the daylight. 
 
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who sweated for us to gratify our hunger,
Let us praise for a day with all dignity
And give their life a day to live
For those who ploughed and gave the nation its scenic greenary.
 
Let us bestow with one individual not one amongst the crowd
One voice not hollers, one vision not apathetic eyes,
Let us preach today for one regime not unbiased politics
One person not any gender, one love not any protagonist
For those who honored our nation with medals and fame.
 
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who penned us their creative literally works and arts,
Let us pray a spiritual rebirth with all dedication
And narrate their noble life
For those who treasured our nation with poetries, stories and fine arts.
 
Let us travel together with one destination and no bar
From Kutch to Churra, from the Himalaya to Nicobar
We are all martyrs, let us be blessed by the holy bathe in the Ganga
And unite the masses with the spirit of the song of our nation
For all those who deserve, let us salute for them hoisting the flag
Our Pride, Our nation, India.

 
Note: Dedicated to all the Indians. Happy Independence Day. (15th August, 2011)


The Land Beyond the Sun

O, see that sunset. 
That means the day is almost done, 
But  there’s  a new day dawning
In a land  beyond the sun.
A day of  perfect peace and  joy 
For you and  me,
In a land, beyond the sun, 
That we call Eternity.
     
O, see that sunset. 
That means it won't be long till night;
But after just a short sleep,
We'll wake to morning light.
A morning when from pain and grief
We’ll all be  free.                   
In that land beyond the sun, 
That we call Eternity.

Where no one ever dies; 
No tears will dim our eyes. 
In the presence of the Lord 
We'll ever be. 
He'll wipe away all tears; 
We'll live through endless years, 
In that land beyond the sun, 
That we call Eternity.

The Sunny Day Blues Man

living for the moment
ended life as we knew it 
but i'm just doing whatever
kind of hoping 
for some entertainment 
along the way

a day in the life 
of the sunny day blues man
hands down 
this is the best i ever was
the best i'll ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

hope isn't a measure 
it's just tested time
a clamp of suspense 
when the moments array
an echo of needs 
to balance out 
the ways things seem
desire
is the best you and I 
will ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

at times life seems to cycles 
signals of distress
vanity and cupcakes 
i know, it's a brute mess
but along with the irony 
comes pancakes 
yes, the madness seems to iron me
yet i am still here

the eyes a thinker
life of a fighter
hands of a lighter weight 
unburdened 
when smiles reflected a pinch of hurting
because in punishment
the sunlight just couldn't outreach the curtains
though we take the steps alike
we trespass the worries to vaguely
but it was times like these that made me 
and it's the best i'll ever be

"the things we accept in steps of courage"

My Heart Bleeds

The effort and time
Just to lose my mind
So blind that I cannot see
That all I am is loves’ lost tragedy
Time has not been on my side 
Makes me want to turn, run and hide
From all the tragedy my life has seen 
Makes my heart bleed 
From the hurt that feeds
Lead me to a new direction
Erase the old, make corrections

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love’s lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds 

So good together in each others company 
What led you to cheat on me? 
We were first-rate from the first date 
I thought you were my true mate
Now it’s ended 
My heart needs mended 
Blended, with sorrow and confusing lines 
Oh God show me a way to go, just a sign 

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds 

The hurt might go away 
On my knees all I can do is look up and pray 
And Say, that this won’t happen again today
Scorned, heart too torn, to be reborn 
Love again, not convinced 
I haven’t found love since

Living in tragedy 
What has this life made of me? 
Hard and cold, cold as stone 
Here I sit again alone 
Taking the pain and putting it away 
To shout it out some other day 
Love's lost tragedy 
Made me see 
My heart bleeds


The Hallelujah Cry

“It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.”

This is my favorite quote from the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright because it is a sad yet uplifting song that tells about the trouble of the world in their attempt of piety and holy praise. It also speaks personally to me because of the troubles I have faced. The melody is beautiful, done on a piano, and this composition is moving. it brings me memories of my Grandma's sudden and painful death, and so I cherish it with prideful tears.

The dark hunter howls with ferocious pride.
Yet you cannot hear it at the bed side.
A happy day this day should be,
Yet it's not for you, nor for me.
For Death is cold and overbearing.
The pain of grief we end up sharing.
The song you sing should bring a smile,
This stain of death gives Holy defile.
Cold and broken is this night.
He's going down, there is no fight.
The silver tears pour down our face,
For this is no Hallelujah place.

Rufus Wainwright- "Hallelujah"

Be the Inspiration

Your mind races when you hear that song
The sun glasses go on 
And the volume goes up
Your foot hits the peddle while imagination races for a medal

Maybe its the melody
Or the singer who makes you feel like a winner
Perhaps the words motivate your inner desire
Which pushes you to let lose sets you on fire

Each of us has a trigger
And we want to be that super hero
The kind that everyone looks up to
But to be the inspiration

You gotta be willing to let go of the illusion
To be that speed racer and come up on top
Look in that rear view mirror 
Ask yourself so why you in such a rush

But then your ego says a…. man it ain’t no big deal everything’s cool 
Your heads bobbing to the beat your hair is flying in the wind
Ya got this view of how everything should be 
But deep in your belly ya got this fear and ya shrug it off like everything’s ok

So you continue on your merry way day after day
Then one day maybe five years later you here that voice again
Suddenly all those emotions come rushing back
But this time you say ok I’m ready to listen

And the message is clear so you change the direction
You start to become the inspiration
People start to praise you for your actions
Then one day you meet this young man whom is stuck in his pride

You offer him guidance you tell him the message
He looks up at you and tears fill his eyes
He just kneels down sobbing from all the hurt
You say it’s ok because “Love is the answer”

Ron Flatow © 2007
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Sandbox Love

She was my sandbox love,
When we were just kids
The one I dared to eat dirt
My hero, when she did
My enemy, when she said
Your turn now and I double dog dare
You eat some dirt 
And that dead worm over there

She wore pink tennis shoes,
And her hair in pigtails
We were dreamers with wings
living life on a dare
My sandbox love and I
Testing our limits, 
Running wild and free

Little girls  play dress up,
Boys just destroy things
She’d say,  I am  Princess,
 You are a Prince
I  had a smile on my face
Thinking of  my sweet revenge
The next day I’ll be a firey dragon,
 she’ll be a witch, that I’ll eat end

There in the sandbox, we gave our spit pledges 
Promising each other, our love would last forever
Her family moved away and I’d not seen her since
But I honor my pledge each day I reminisce
My sandbox love,   you -  I’ll never forget

Lonely Space Traveler

I sunbathed on the surface of mercury. 
I windsailed on the sand dunes of mars. 
I gazed upon venus and from my memory. 
It was the most lovely by far, but that 
was until the day I saw you, 
from across the universe. I couldn't help 
notice how beautiful was your blue, 
and that's all it was worth. 
   
   and I like to fly far away from here. 
across the galaxy to be within your 
atmosphere. Whoa, time is just an ocean 
that i'll brave to sail. 
For a chance to say hello to you. 
I bid farewell. 

   Raindrops are falling on my head 
as I rest on a lonely world that lies 
between us. But don't think for a second 
that I've been mislead. If you look out you'll 
see me riding on the back of pegasus, and a 
million years i'll still be on my way. So don't 
dare try to say it's all a lie, because if you're 
willing wait then baby marked this day until 
the day you see me streaking through your sky. 

   and I like to fly far away from here. 
across the galaxy to be within your 
atmosphere. Whoa, time is just an ocean 
that i'll brave to sail. 
For a chance to say hello to you. 
I bid farewell

In My Nights

Some things are there that wakes me as I sleep,
They are the dreams of mine aroused in my nights.

The day today and those were passed yesterday were timeless,
But clusters of their memories fill my mind in my nights.

Now the voice of revelation sounds in the thoughts,
That surprised me giving an intangible world in my nights.

And a day when I sights my heart-crush,
A feeling of loneliness appears very inane in my nights.

Next day thought which make me humane clicked to me, 
When I thought I am not considerate in my nights

Wayward Mind

Where did my mind go?
Did it fly away on the back of a star,
did it hitch a ride to heaven?
Where is my mind now?
Well, it's flying high in the place where the eagles soar.
Floating through space now,
on the back of a psychedelic rainbow train.

Will it come back again?

PRE-CHORUS

And I said, Hey, I just wanna stay insane.
Don't wanna come back to this sad reality.
Hey, I don't wanna feel this pain -
Just wanna wake up one day not being me...

CHORUS

I've gotta run baby, run baby, run baby, run baby,
run away.
Fly baby, fly baby, fly baby, fly baby,
each and every day.
Spread my wings, touch the sky,
catch broken dreams.
Yeah, yeah.
Not what it seems.
Yeah, yeah.


Where did my love go?
Did it disappear like smoke in a cloud?
Does it shine right through the Heavens?
Will I ever stop searching,
or will you write my name in never-ending tears?
Where is my love now?
Well it's spinning round in currents forever gone.
Just remember the way now.
Don't lose myself in a million empty ways.

Just keep counting the days.

PRE-CHORUS

And I said, Hey, I just wanna stay insane.
Don't wanna come back to this sad reality.
Hey, I don't wanna feel this pain.
Just wanna wake up one day not being me....

CHORUS

I've gotta run baby, run baby, run baby, run baby,
run away.
Fly baby, fly baby, fly baby, fly baby,
each and every day.
Spread my wings, touch the sky.
Catch broken dreams,
Yeah, yeah
Not what it seems,
Yeah, yeah.
I'll catch my dreams,
Yeah, yeah.

The Fine Print Always Ruins That Glint of Hope- Part 3

On the rainy days I wind gently through the streets
Trying desperately to greet every new person I should meet
My demeanor screams of defeat 
Just not the best person in this world to meet 
But if you have the time my voice shall chime in your ears
I’ll bring hope to your greatest fears
You will talk and I shall chalk my theories in to your mind
At the end of the day I stray to my favorite dinner 
Where the conversation gets finer
The waitress cracks a smile for every one liner I throw her 
I pay my check in order to get on my way
The waitress always tells me I hope you find a better day 
And I answer baby don’t you worry if I get through another winter 
Spring will come carried on the back of May 
Then things might start going my way

On long nights I fill up a lonely ash tray 
I tap my foot that’s all it ever took and I’m on my way
Documenting the event of each and every day 
Paying close attention to mention each and every piece 
Like greased-lightening my pondering’s are biting down to leave a scar
Not so straight like bars 
More like lines on a map we use to find our way in cars
Sorry folks I wish I could choke up a hoax 
But reality always pokes its ugly head out 
In all fairness what better thing to write about 

A sprinkle of doubt
A small amount of longing carefully measured out
Finally a dash of hope 
My personal recipe to cope with this thing we call life
Let us speak in generalities they come with much lower fees 
If you should look you shall find the devil seems inclined to hide in the details
And the fine print never fails to ruin our beloved fairytales

Very Bad News

Anna left early from Soho
But still she got caught in the storm
Due at 5:30, it’s quarter to ten
She should never have driven alone

Maybe she’s parked at a rest stop
Or maybe some roadside motel
Or maybe we never will see her again
You know sometimes it’s too close to tell

Why the fates change the rules
In the middle of the game is a mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history? 

Joey and Donna were married
Out of high school with nothing to show
But a rundown apartment with too many bills
And a bad case of nowhere to go

Maybe he really did love her
Maybe he took all the blame
Maybe he figured when he pulled the trigger
The two were both one and the same

Bobby had every advantage
Good childhood, and family and friends
And all the disposable income he wished
To buy every means to an end

Maybe he overextended
Maybe he took it too far
Or maybe he took it one too many times 
Dying ugly in some stranger’s car

Why the good all die young
One day here then too soon been and gone is a mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history? 

We play every game feeling lucky
Taking chances that we can’t take back
Poor decisions and accidents
These are the facts that distinguish the light from the black 

One day we live to the fullest
The next day we live in the past
One day we dance at the top of the world 
And one day will be suddenly last

We hang by a thread 
Between living and dead, for how long is a mystery 
So hard to hear all of this very bad news
Not much of a view, but what can you do?

When we live and we die in the blink of an eye
Never knowing the mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
But what can you do? 
What can you do when it’s history?
© Rob Gable  Create an image from this poem.

In My Nights

Some things are there that wakes me as I sleep,
They are the dreams of mine aroused in my nights.

The day today and those were passed yesterday were timeless,
But clusters of their memories fill my mind in my nights.

Now the voice of revelation sounds in the thoughts,
That surprised me giving an intangible world in my nights.

And a day when I sights my heart-crush,
A feeling of loneliness appears very inane in my nights.

Next day thought which make me humane clicked to me, 
When I thought I am not considerate in my nights

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