Best Song Voice Poems
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe,
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over
As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope:
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”
The night; collected on the leaves,
drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium,
it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits
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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze;
gilded words of adoration
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me,
strengthens me,
nurtures me
like Mermaid’s milk
Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...
With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.
So much is lost.
The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me.
Sing me a song while you do,
and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.
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Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part--
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :)
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...
Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song
but your howls become hard to abide.
You loudly roar blowing doors ajar,
trees bent weary by ceaseless pummel.
I hear your rumble, beginning far
announcing yourself, never humble.
Beneath blue skies, a rustle of leaves,
a gentle breeze stirring grains of sand.
Clever Wind sending Zephyr to tease
but we now know the tricks in your hand.
You can charm dust into whirling dance
spinning her round as dust devils fly.
Then do your best to spoil a romance
with your chuckle as they reach the sky.
Unmentionable tantrums and blows,
your foot stamping when you are annoyed.
Leveling towns, do you regret those
heartbreaks caused as you merrily toyed?
Sometimes forlorn, or is that a guise,
when quickly you stop, tempering voice?
is that sadness I see in your eyes?
With flashes of scorn, you make your choice.
April 23, 2023
for "Word Challenge--W Words" poetry contest
by Constance La France
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In my Dreams
I dreamed in my dreams that I could sing
That folk would find it worth listening
I saw myself standing on a stage
Below bright spotlighting glistening.
With diamanté mike in my hand
And fans all wildly, madly cheering
I was in splendour of happiness
And hoping that the world was hearing.
Sadly when my song came to an end
I found a silence was descending
I believed I’d receive loud applause
Truth was brutally condescending.
I asked the Lord above what went wrong
He said that I wasn’t meant for singing
Tears slid down alike a mountain stream
And my poor tortured heart was stinging.
So I never sang a song again
But in my dreams I was still wishing
That I would be on the stage again
But then, the wistful voice was missing.
Though I had always dreamt I could sing
Singing decidedly isn’t my thing.
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2nd June 2023
moving, washing clean
weeping course of broken dreams
river’s song quiets
Hello Church Family
There is something I want you to know
When I was saying yes, Jesus said no
When the Doctor says, "There is nothing I can do for you"
I was devastated and felt deep down in my soul
I still say yes, but Jesus said no
All who knows that I truly love singing for the Lord
Today was a special day, Church Anniversary, Deaconess Sunday
To be led by me for devotions, however,
I say yes, Jesus said no.
Sometimes God has a reason, a season for all of us
To go through the valley
No matter what day or what we say, stand still
Be obedient, He's in control
I can't say yes, when Jesus says no.
Lyre that you strum
Melody in hum
A tale, myth or a thrum?
A Dog called Leo
I once knew a Dog called Leo
Who loved singing Sole Mio
Then one day out of choice
Gave up his soulful voice
Now barks at the Moon, poor Leo
His mask revealed mankind’s soul
closing my eyes, I fear it is so
He drew near, for questing songs
need music’s company
My regrets seep sadness deep
as his face steals my sleep
The Phantom of the Opera lives
in each dream I weep
Dark catacombs blazed unknown
specter to accomplish bleak deeds
Now deaf, small hearts hear not my pleas
for music’s company
Pray I, new songs tend him well
as adrift he now dwells
The Phantom of the Opera lives
in tears my eyes swell
My curse seeks his damning mask
impossibly lost to lovelorn’s task
His voice still sings aloud to me
as music’s company
Thoughts of lurking shadows be
chilled notes afloat to sea
The Phantom of the Opera lives
in my peace he finds glee
Aesthetic melodies that carries the waves to dance
The sweet voice of an opera singer flew by in the wind,
As the sparkling sapphire sea cooperates the tunes to enhance
Being forcefully driven to her seduction you are sinned
The fishermen by the ocean lusted for her, yet fear’d
Her melodies will fade into the salty ocean air with tunes untuned
She would vanish into the deep cerulean world and disappear
Under in the depths of the waters of lukewarm, she crooned
Her slippery fish tail brushed against the ligneous boats,
Tangled hair with the smell of seaweed lured them like fish
With an empty wooden frame that remains afloat
What the vengeful creature sought to seek had already fulfilled its wish
On the monstrous rock that sat in the mist of froth, she hummed
She awaited her luscious prey to enter her irresistible world has yet to come
Billy Ray Cyrus sings of a state of mind
Donovan of periwinkle shells
The Bionaut's of streams aquamarine
Paul McCarty rocked about those bells
Carole King about a royal hue
Frank Sinatra croons of sapphire skies
Fleetwood Mac has album Cerulean
Brian Wilson cries of shades of eyes
Blu Cantrell of cobalt powder
Big Moe has lyrics about teal green
Double Trouble turquoise teardrops
Jake Bugg beautiful indigo horizons
July 15, 2016
Brevity in Blue Contest by Dale Gregory Cozart
Fifth Place
A voice makes noise
when it annoys.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Me you
You do.
Your sway
Will bay.
My new canary no more sings;
such grave chagrin her silence brings.
My friend said, "With my violin
I'll teach your bird to sing again".
He played a haunting melody;
tears formed as he sang harmony.
But my canary stood there, still -
her stifled voice a bitter pill.
He lay his instrument aside
and one more course of action tried.
He hoped my pet might soon attune
to him whistling a happy tune.
Still hushed, there was but one course left
for he could see she ached, bereft.
"It's not a song your songbird craves,
but liberty from what enslaves".
He tossed aside his music page
and to my shock, opened her cage.
Then as she winged to uncaged skies
we heard once more her song arise.
Written 26 Oct 2022
Still we hold a colour at our watchful eye,
a voice in our attentive ear.
We escape nothing from our mystifying past.
Perhaps we sing a song, old or new,
feel dark or light against a so unsheltered face.
In ears a voice remains.
In an eye resides the face of a loved one.
Colour, voice, songs will never leave one's life,
though one stands before that loved one's grave.
(Aug 2022)
The opera isn't over until the fat lady sings,
the demotic aphorism goes
Before the curtain goes up at the opera house,
someone least expected comes out to close the show
She was no fat lady. Rather, a young soprano.
A shy young girl about the age of sixteen.
She takes center stage; unsure of herself.
Her eyes nervously scanning the audience
as a hush fell over the packed house.
All were breathless with anticipation, waiting to hear
her sing. Then she sprung a show-stopping surprise!
Mouths were agape, the applause, deafening.
A show-stealing star was instantaneously born!
It's difficult not to be moved by
the young soprano's lachrymose powerfully sung aria
The audience made their exit, astounded!
Free Verse Fever - A - Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Date written: 01/19/2020
I chose: Astounded