Best Song I Poems
13.
You are the one I shall ever adore,
I hear your love song deep within my core,
with you, I shall find my way through love’s door.
From your wonder, my love shall never part,
you are glory, in the joy of my heart,
you are the one who does make my love start.
You are the glory of all of my days,
before your temple, I now kneel in praise,
within the joy of passion, love displays.
You are love’s star, that is shining so bright,
you shall ever shine, Heaven’s brightest light,
my Valentine queen, throughout gentle night.
We sing in the dawn of love’s midnight hue,
glory I know when love’s door we walk through.
14.
Glory I know when love’s door we walk through,
within God’s timeless sea, we love so true,
within the bright stars, I will dance with you.
Let me sing the song that we do adore,
together, we stand on the starlight shore,
forever we are a part of love’s lore.
Come, my love, I hold you in love’s embrace,
I feel your desire, I know your love’s grace,
before Luna’s gaze, your beautiful face.
Love is your song, ever shall it echo,
your love, the dream that sets my heart aglow.
We lie together where love’s breezes blow.
Oh, my beloved, our love is so true,
love is the song I ever sing for you.
15.
Love is the song I ever sing for you,
painted on a night sky with a golden hue,
glory I know, for I do love you,
In the morning when our dream it is done,
I lie alone in the light of the sun.
I wait for the night when our love is won.
You are forever the light of my dream,
you are my wonder, my glory supreme,
we come to share love, by the starlight stream.
Come, my beloved, we stand by love’s shore,
together, forever, we open love’s door,
you are the one I shall ever adore.
Glory I know when love’s door we walk through,
love is the song I ever sing for you.
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How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
I remember that song just'a singing
And I knew the thing that was wrong
I remember that song that was singing
while it was more and more that song
Being sad from September to September
just being sad for so so long
I asked God Himself to answer
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on
How long has this been going on
Well I try my best to be humble
But my soul was fixed to grumble
Everyday my troubles would double
How this sad aweful truth made me crumble
How long has this been going on
How long has this been going on
I could stand up strait but my soul would relate
how it was on it's knees everyday
like a clock counting down every moment
All my joy would stay away
The waves of depression were had such a session
at the end of everyday
How long has this been going on!
How long has this been going on!
Cloudy storms they made me wonder
What in the world would happen to me
with the fears that often thundered
How long this thing would be
I couldn't remember the day my soul was paid
with a warm and calming down for me
All I had was the feeling I had
when myself was killing me
How long has this been going on?
How long has this been going on?
(Sang to the rythem of that song. It was true at that time.)
We raise up to the place,
We’re reaching the time,
On the place, when the dream wakes up
In the moment,where the reality will fall asleep
In a dark shadow, a cradle,
blinds the ridges
With bright cloud,? cover
darkens the lake.
I hear America singing,
The girl next door sings her life with great aria,
As she gets the new Lexus she always wanted,
While...
The boy in my dreams sings his sorrow,
As they bury his mom's coffin...
Have you heard their songs?
Your turn will come, my child,
Your turn will come.
Little Timmy down the ally sings warmth and comfort,
As his mom holds him tight from the bitter cold,
While...
Little Angelica sings anger,
As her parents do not grant her wish,
A big pony for her birthday!
Have you heard their songs?
Your turn will come, my child,
Your turn will come, my child.
I have heard their songs,
I am the song they sing,
Will you come and hear their songs, too?
In these days of the dance
I will handle the bass
And strike with my finger
The strings of the guitar
Playing the tunes of love
Just to sing I love you Lord
You took me from the miry clay
You are my rock and stay
In your goodness and mercies
You showered me blessings
You school me in your kingdom college
That inspires my every knowledge
To you I give my whole heart
It will remain like that
I won’t cause heart break
For I have known how it pains
Let me be simple and plain
I want you to believe this:
I will not stir your jealousy
I will not break your heart, never
This is my song forever
This is the tune I’ll keep playing for love
Just to sing I love you Lord.
Lets Dance
A slow song is playing and we get up to dance
We gel as one, like in a trance
Our bodies so close, our hearts skip a beat
The feeling of warmth, forever to keep
Two bodies sway smooth, slow, as one
He whispers in my ear, I love you hun
Our eyes meet as I give him a kiss
Slow dancing our moves in pure bliss
He holds me close as the song comes to an end
I whisper into his ear, till the next song my friend
Written by: Debra Falgout
September 21, 2012
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And even the band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
When I heard thy beckoning song, my eyes
Saw signs of things to be done. Things your mind's
Eyes made different and sweet, and so I
learned the songs rhythm, letting it come to me
Again and again till I knew each pause
And beat and enjoyed the patterns of an idea
Filled song reminding me of my own dreams
I was a patient dog yet not hungry
For meat. I followed thy path even on
Sunny days, I watched thy hand master thy
Every tool, I watched some more till I
Was good and they wore me beads and chanted my
Name, yet behind their praise I heard your voice
Saying honour should follow gray hair, and gentle
spirit should never die. I heard thee till
thou turned to dust and then I began the
Beckoning song preserving the circle of
Life and your dream since our problems began
Explain to me the language of your body,
Assure to me its ulterior meaning,
Pure like an angel's wing, or else,
Perhaps,
Let me discover
The ghosts of its meaning, something more akin to the
Fleeting flecks of the flowers in our irises, or
The fatal hints of the Siren's whispers,
Where words meet their end and slowly becomes a barrage of
Touches—meaning finds itself more comfortable in
The oils of our skin than the notes of our tongue.
The burnt pink tips of my fingers brushes across fields of purple wheat, who's
Edges are scorched a soft brown, like a frothy nebulae...
It asks:
How is your hair like the wheats of the English?
How are your lips like the kiss of the Italians?
Your eyes like the glances of the Arabic?
A pink summer,
Duly fitted around the pale azure of your oceanic figure,
and softly beckons to the oval
Leaves that were left,
Bled from decaying trees...
You love me,
I want to assume.
For what other reason
Would anemic sunlight be weaved into you
Hair that's speckled with mourning dew? And lately the walls have been
green with some Festering memories from
Yesterday but
The faint and sweet smell of sugar is enough to
Convince me otherwise of oblivion.
How are your eyes like the cosmic s c a r s,
Laced with an ardent yellow between an all-consuming purple and
Flecked here and there with
Pollocks of white and blue, streaked with
Light orange along the dark celestial rip a charcoal black…?
I love you,
Perhaps…
But can a door compose its candor without rusty hinges?
Perhaps…
Let it flow, let it flow
Only when you have to go
Every moment of the day it is the right time
Don't forget to do your dance
Just before you wet your pants
And quit drinking that lemon-lime!
I'm sick of having to wait
You lock the door every single day!
I pound and I pound
You never hear the sound....
hurry up! And let me be,
I only just got to pee!
Let it flow, let it flow
Hurry up I'm gonna blow
Right now, this is not the right time!
I begged you to let me be!
I only got to pee,
just go away,
you do not to see.
I'm sick of having to wait
You lock the door every single day!
I pound and I pound
You never hear the sound.....
hurry up! And let me be,
I only just got to....pee...
I got to pee...let me pee!
I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be, your not that far
You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta to find you
You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Been feeling lost, can't find the words to say
Spending all my time stuck in yesterday
Where you are is where I want to be
Oh next to you... and you next to me
Oh I need to find you... yeah...
This song is dedicated to Ed Owens.... I love you buddy:) !
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
eAnd the band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Something has got to change...
snap out of your foolish rage;
be honest with yourself,
and say," I don't want to be yours! "
Not long ago,
you adored me
like there's was
no other man on earth;
a moment ago,
you refused to be touched;
and while I'm playing your song,
you look away...
Something has got to change...
how come you can't breath
the same air that I breath,
and have the same needs that I have?
Why can't you,at least, feel the joy
of being loved so faithfully,
and why you hate my looks of sweetness;
don't I love you nevertheless?
Something has got to change...
our moments together
can't turn into memories:
they must live inside of us!
Something has got to change...
I laid everything at your feet,
hoping you'd keep this secret;
I offered you more than love,
and you shouldn't kick it and step on it...
like it was a worthless stone!
Something has got to change today...
search for kindness and pity,
and be willing to care!
A flower of mature sound,
A dominant low sound guides the tale,
Words make us think hard,
From my life and theirs,
Words join sound with its guide,
A song.
The pages written in my book
Are pages made of second looks
They tell the days of happy sad
And sometimes sprinkle crazy mad
The game is played and often lost
By those who fail to count the cost
The dreams I have are often false
And failed the chances come across
The search for love bewilders me
And often leads to poverty
Incredible insanity, indubious integrity
It always makes a fool of me is what I see
It’s incomplete she makes of me
She always makes a dunce of me
Indiscreet to her degree
Insatiable this thing I see
We learn the truth at seventeen
That love is often just a dream
A hindrance and waste of time
The author of an awful crime
Laying claim to those we name
Becomes a hopeless silly game
Knights would strive and pawns would fall
The Queen's last move would end it all
To sing a song a serenade
Write the poetry feelings play
Hold the pillow while I lay
Pretending solace while I crave
The end begins to end it all
The days we spend in love must fall
And nights to come with melodies
Of love and what it makes of me
(To be sung to the song, "Seventeen's" music)