Best Song For Her Poems
(This one's from God's POV:)
Dear Unicorn,
I never sent you on earth,
'Cuz I was afraid of what they'll do to you
But on October 7th, I'll set you free
You know why! It's PD's birthday!!
Go to her, give her your charm
One little visit won't do you any harm!
Embrace her, love her, Oh boy!
Let her cuddle like you're a soft toy
Peek at her with your lovely big eyes
Give her the wish of no sad 'goodbye's
Give her some magic
Like the one she has in her PS words
Give her a hug
And make the birds
Sing a happy birthday song for her :)
Dear unicorn, go to PD
Give her all the love,
Give her all the happiness,
And only then return home.
There, beyond the garden wall,
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...
She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...
This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...
A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall,
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unkissed, and shunned
Has found Eve's garden in the sun
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I heard the sad song of a lonely dove
My heart grew heavy as she softly cried
Her lover gone no longer by her side
She coos a grieving song for her lost love
With empathy I looked to Him above
To pray a silent prayer toward the skies
Please search the world and use your clouds for eyes
Help find a mate and give fate's hand a shove
Her nest has now become her prison cell
How painful it must be just to return
To think of all those nights together shared
Her friend the wind is all that she can tell
I hope the wind has caught my prayer and churns
And some nice lonely dove will come who cares
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Traversing passed a moonlit glade,
I spied a nook where dreams are made.
A twilight windsong filled my breast
and cleared a notch where I could rest.
My windsong trilled internal hymns,
as moonlight peered through oaken limbs.
A wise old owl cooed in my ear -
"Compose a song for her, my dear."
A soothing psalm that once it’s heard
will soon be sung by hummingbirds.
Melodic notes that swirl and rise -
akin to lilts in lullabies.
Now in this niche where dreams ensue -
A songbird sings my song for you.
It is fifty now
Yet what a pity now
It is difficult to say how
But at last you can't wait to shout wow!
Prior to independence were dead stones without ears
Ere half their days in a dark world and wide
Dancing to the rhythm of extortionist leadership for years
Wow! thank God for independence to confide
Optimism was our next option
But could nepotism ever let this option function?
creating a pseudo leadership and fellowership in duo
Oh what a pathetic status quo
Still swinging to sweep the days of the traitors
Their songs are wrong for these days
Let's blend their rhythm with our composition
And create a new song for her
The Beauty and the Beast:
https://youtu.be/8w5AvnsvH44
There is a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
The wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother if you choose me as second choice.
A monster ,a beast.
What does the villain look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesnot always have a black cap,
Or a witch ‘s broom.
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own.
But she’s kind of hard to see.
She has really a good disguise.
She looks a super heroine.
Who love to live a happy life with her siblings and mom.
Who help the poor and wounded people.
Who sing a song for her bright coming future.
Tell me what I need according to my idealism.
And tell me what I will get according to your ideas.
You bring out my scars.
My sadness, fear and aggression
You cause me a lot of envy.
And leave me with depression.
And deprive me of my confidence.
Take away of my self esteem
Cause me to fear Judgement.
And make me yell and scream
You taunt me with your words.
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it.
There is no one else to blame.
This villain is not the creature.
Or a devil sent from the hell
It is made by man himself.
There is a villain in every story.
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the monster.
When it lives inside of you?
The sun slowly drifts down the horizon and the warm spring air
caresses my skin.
In the distance the soft music of the whippoorwill serenades to me
while the cricket's chirps beat to the drums of my own heartbeat.
The euphony of it soothes my kindred soul.
I sit quietly on a fallen log and watch from the shadows looking
up at the moon rising above as the radiance of it's blue aura trickles
through the tree branches like neon veins.
Finally the stars peeks out through mishap dark, translucent clouds that
slowly drifts across above me.
Do you hear the creatures rustle in the dark?
Do you hear the wolf howl her lonely song for her mate?
Do you see the fireflies flickering like dancing fairies
Or
Is it a Nymph coaxing me inside her world?
"I do," As I ponder the thought under the moonlight.
She beckoning me in with open arms.
I can hear and feel everything speak to me.
I feel I belong here,
I feel I am One with connection into this world.
I feel I am free, that I am home finally in my inner sanctum.
Do you want to come join me Under The Moonlight with me?
The raven’s cry bellows with twilight’s grip
Echoing the staggered throb of a dirge;
Where grief’s murmurings become unheard
Down the walkway of crushed expectations.
A strained lullaby becomes incoherent amidst wreaths
As a young mother quells a song for her child,
Interred through the icy pause of birds’ refrain, ebbing.
Nette Onclaud Contest: 6 TO 8
25 Oct 2017
There, beyond the garden wall,
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...
She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...
This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...
A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall,
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unloved, and shunned
Is finally kissed by heaven's sun
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By Carrie R. For Gail's Contest:
where are you going little girl,
little girl?
where are you going little girl,
where are you going today?
where are you going
little girl
do you ever come out to play?
how do you keep going little girl
little girl?
how do you keep going every day?
when will you stop?
little girl
little girl
when will you come out to play?
what do you think little girl?
little girl
little girl
what do you do each day?
when will you sleep?
little girl
little girl
are you sleeping
everyday?
you need to sleep
little girl
little girl
when will you rest today?
come and rest in
my arms
little girl
little girl
safe in my arms
will you lay
do you like the rose
little girl
little girl
will you love the rose
today
do you like the
red red
rose?
little girl, little girl
as you rest peacefully
in your grave today
by janetta harrington 2007
Loved this earth,
Pour out of my heart.
I wish I could compose a song for her,
Leap, which heard all their lives.
She will be involved in my own love song,
She will be singing all the memories I had left behind.
At the end of the day, as the night comes,
So will my music floated in the air.
This earth has given me many thurst and hunger,
We have received so much gifts from her.
I always watch her with my fascinated eyes,
I wanted to embrace her with my hands forever.
I was born that day evening time,
I couldn't think the game will be finished one day.
Everything seems to me similar to allusion,
O dear earth, fulfill my desire.
How can I repay your debts,
Accept my golden vessel.
Her long flowing hair, still makes me weak in the knees
But all I ever do, is is just watch her cross the floor
I'm here most every night, around this same old time
But all I ever do, is just turn and close the door
She never looks my way, our lives are not the same
Now I'm just a lonely man, who hides here in the shadows
I once had everything, till my everything walked away
Why our lives have changed, heaven only knows
Today I walk alone, with these tears in my eyes
Bringing back old memories, of what we left behind
My arms are cold and empty, aching for her touch
But I'll just go on alone, with these tears in my eyes
Last night she sang a song, with a tear in her voice
I watched her wipe her cheek, while the music played
She paused for just awhile, then continued with the band
Another show has ended, as she walked off the stage
Tonight she caught my eye, as she looked my way and smiled
Her voice was soft and tender, as she sang a song for me
But the pains kept flashing back, of how she hurt me so
So I just closed and shut the door, and threw away the key
Today I walk alone, with these tears in my eyes
Bringing back old memories, of what we left behind
My arms are cold and empty, aching for her touch
But I'll just go on alone, with these tears in my eyes
late day sunshine
warmly scattered over us
and stirred imagination
revealed sweeter than summer dreams
my heart lived a song for her alone
rising and flying on each note that
passed between us while we made love under the tree
shared between us without a word
lost in every sense of eachother
magically as one heart one dream
drowned and brought back to life again in the
beauty of touching with such
powerful passions and the heart's lusts
late day sunshine scattered warmly over us
weaving into our memories forever that moment shared
that beautiful place in ones life where we
touched life's perfect union body and soul
the matching heartbeats rhythm
two young lovers finding deep universes in eachothers eyes
laughing sweetly holding hands in that forever moment
that is cherished a lifetime later
late day sunshine slipping away
but the memory will stay with me forever my love
my sweet love
© 2016 mark john junor all rights reserved
The wolf appears at night,
howling for his lost love,
she was the beauty with
red hair which flowed with
the wind while she sang
a lonely love song for her
Prince of Beasts, beckoning
him to appear before her
and unchain her from her
imprisonment that was imposed
by the wicked Queen Fredericka
who was jealous of her beauty.
While the hour was late and
Queen Fredericka was fast asleep
in her queenly suite, the wolf
appeared before the window of
his imprisoned red-headed beauty,
and whispered sweet words of love to her,
breaking the spell by having the walls of
the prison disappear and making sure
the wicked queen would never wake
up from her sleep.
Instantly, the wolf transformed into the
Prince of Beasts as he and his love
galloped away on his white steed
to his castle far, far away where they lived
in perpetual happiness as they raised
their children to understand that sometimes
their father was known to howl at the full moon,
to break any evil spells that might appear at their
door and to be made aware of any women
called Fredericka.
She asked me for the poppies
painted twenty years ago
half still fresh and vibrant
half, decrepit, old
She asked me for a moon beam
a song for her to ride
something that would calm her
that her soul would recognize
She asked me to be solid
to be sound and to be true
wishing that our lives would twine
and I would mirror you
She asked me to come visit
to elaborate and stay
but she knows that I must leave her
on this painted winter day.