Best Song Song Poems
If the leaf wore a tree
And the ocean ate fish;
If a flower sucked the bee
And beans ate the dish;
If a beggar was chief
And a boy was a girl
A song would be brief
If a bird wore a curl.
If the grass chewed the cow
And night turned to day
I'm wondering how
Work might be play.
Wouldn't it be great
If the sun was the moon
If early was late
And a line lost its tune.
If all of these things
Were natural to do;
Then a song wouldn't sing
And teeth wouldn't chew.
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I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
I want to be inspired to find
a cure for this cancer thing;
I want to be inspired to reach
out for the golden ring;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at getting by
with the good old college try.
I want to be inspired to lead
a revolutionary coup;
I want to be inspired to be
the best at everything I do;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
to make ends meet
and not live on the street.
I have the motivation;
I’ll put in the perspiration;
I can give it concentration;
But, I lack the inspiration;
Inspire me.
What will it take to inspire me?
I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
Encased in earthen form, I rise,
held chest-tight with fear my eyes belie.
Tumbled stone and ancient steps so steep,
lead to a mound and valley deep
where I let loose my song to sky.
The song resounds from crag to peak
a lonely echo blue on green.
The soulful song from quartz careens
and shames the hillside cold cheek
returning brazen, seldom meek.
For once sent forth, it must return,
its formless flight, a brief sojourn,
A repetition not unique,
a hollow copy which respeaks
of lovers lost and trust unearned.
Boomerrang Contest
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.
O friends-
How to convey –
The song this heart play-
Though silently-
In the form of invincible waves-
It’s a song of heart, but-
Really is a wish-
Of seeing you always bliss-
Of your Intellect getting wings and joy-
Never have you reached-
There you fly-
(sami)
The field is wet with sunshine,
Ripe grasses green and high;
With a reaper in the meadow,
And a bird flies in the sky.
There's a nest with little babies,
With three beaks opened wide;
A reaper's in the meadow,
And a song hangs in the sky.
The meadow's ripe with summer,
And a tragedy passes by;
With a scythe in the meadow,
And a song up in the sky.
As I sit in front of these black and white keys,
I can't find the right tune to flow with my breeze..
I stare out the window, over the trees and past
the sky of mine..
Searching for a word and note that can capture
my feelings in a rhyme..
Sometimes a world away or a mile, but still out of
reach to hold..
Then my fingers move and a thought comes out
with a melody not yet sold..
A song of peace, a song of desire..
That builds in my mind and a heart of fire..
Glistening night, stars
Reflecting the joy, wonder
Peace, be still, enjoy
Soft nocturnal glow
Glittering memories, hopes
Soaring, winds praising
In moments, whispers
Graceful and whimsical, light
Rousing the wonders
Bidding the heart hope
Stirrings of faith, so bold, brave
Lingering in praise
Night blends peace and thrill
Taking away the darkness,
Embracing still warmth
Bleeding light on night,
Rising moon, starlight twinkling,
Moments of reason
Erasing darkness
Feeding the music with grace
Moonlight soothes with praise
A song unsung is not a song
Until the music plays.
And the verse meant to come alive
Is just a meaningless phrase.
But there is no song without the words
That give meaning to it all
And to separate the two will bring
Nothing you’ll recall
But if the two are blended
In a very special way
Something magic happens
That you don’t see every day.
You’ll find rhythm in the music,
And a rhyme for all the words
And if you listen closely
Angels can be heard.
To put it all together
May seem a mighty chore
For what you’re really looking for
No one’s heard before.
The words may come from wisdom
Or from deep within your heart
And the chord that brings these words to life
Requires a very special art
Then, when you think it’s finished,
And all the work is done
Just give it one more edit
And then enjoy the fun.
Written by John Posey
04/02/13
my girl
has a strange effect on me
shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times
but i dont mind cause
shes all mine
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me
there are always times when diamonds
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes
shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes
this girl is more beautiful than anything
she is my perfect vision of life
she means everything to me
shes my angel and my dream
but at times she can be
the devil to me
we are crazy in desire
we fit together well
shes crazy
and im crazy for her
shes bad
and ill be bad for her
my girl
has a strange effect on me
shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times
but i dont mind cause
shes all mine
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me
there are always times when diamonds
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes
shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes
yea my girl
with the diamond eyes
she makes me feel crazy
sometimes
but i dont mine as long as i can call
that girl with the diamond eyes mine
i pray they always shine
I was walking along,
And I was singing this song,
That has been playing inside my head.
If you’re as old as I,
You know “American Pie”,
About the singer that has long been dead.
And so it seems,
I was lost in my dreams,
When this beauty came up to me.
She said, “Hey Mister,
I know your sister,
And I heard about your history.”
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
Although I tried,
My tongue was tied,
The words were stuck inside my throat.
I crashed my Chevy,
Into the levy,
If from that song I can steal a quote.
I just stared at her,
Everything else a blur,
I knew my world right then had changed.
I pressed forward fast,
Erasing all my past,
As if our love had been arranged.
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
We will keep my history,
In this song a mystery,
But it brought to me this girl.
Just know my soul was saved,
By the path she paved,
As I welcomed her in my world.
Now when “American Pie” I hear,
It puts in my eye a tear,
Remembering that fateful day.
When my angel came,
While on the third refrain,
And my loneliness passed away.
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
Singing songs that fill the air.
Contagious is the song they sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Their melodies are beyond compare.
They make a weary heart take wing,
singing songs that fill the air.
Happy they, no burden to bare,
when their rich songs they shall sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Sad thoughts you cannot share
when listening to the song they bring,
singing songs that fill the air.
Their lilting voices in the air
are welcoming the coming Spring.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
I shall hum while they sing with flair
and all around us music will ring.
Singing songs that fill the air,
the canaries are joyful, without a care.
Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood,
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)
She slept limply beneath a lantern glow
a stitch of frown upon her brow
through her dreams wove a song she did not know
a distant lullaby from long, long ago.
Outside the cold was muffled with snow
that sailed through the night and against the window.
Her sleep gave a sigh that deepened the woe
It rustled the worn blankets that crouched below
The winding song dove and sprinkled the morrow
and behind closed eyelids she smelled the sorrow.
Life is like a song I sing
To the world whether or not, they’re listening
And cast into the atmosphere
Notes and bars of love and tears
I suppose if my song is a worthy tune
I will have the attention of the sun and moon
And maybe some people in the bargain
Will turn their heads during the refrain
I could sing loud and powerful
With vibrato and volume
I’ll force my voice from deep within
And shatter the earth with its dynamic pitch
And maybe when I’m finally through
I’ll have a perfect note or two
I could sing soft and fairy-like
And tip-toe round the edge of night
And whisper to the air around
With silver, trills of sweet, soft sound
And maybe when the end is nigh
My spirits will be lifted high
Life is like a song I sing
Someone must be listening
To ensure someone remembers me
When all has faded into infinity
I’ll find a kindred soul like yours
That inspires me and opens doors
And when my song is finally through
I’ll have sung it all with you.