Best Songwriter Poems

Painting pictures with your words, 
Will you slay them with your tune,
Can you make them sing your melodies
To their unforgiving moon 
Will you watch them leave their seats
Dancing solo on the floor, 
Bid farewell unto the heartache
They keep behind their quiet door

Can you take them...

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Friday came and the workplaces
Surrendered their weary to the weekend
Tiredness dissipating as the precious days
Are contemplated with anticipation.

Another crowd of friendly murmur 
Gathers in the little upstairs room
Gloomy by day, evening transformed 
to a theatre within the music bar.

She arrives having travelled
With her instruments seen...

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Songwriter 


The songwriter gained great wealth and fame.
Until the songs no longer came.
The price paid for wealth and fame is never known.
Until the moment it comes due.
At his moment, he knew.
His price was suicide....

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I'd like to write a song
I thought that would be fine
One that is original
Much more than just one line

Not rely on the music
As some writers are prone to do
The lyrics should be different
Not Yah!Yah or Boo De Boo

The musicians are important
They are essential for the...

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master of gibberish lines of metaphor
acclaim and awards from the poetry corp
coffee house pied piper
study and decipher
dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore...

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The words are swirling today. They are gleeful and happy and kind-feeling.
I am lying in a little stupor after taking a sleeping pill that knocked me out for ten hours.
And I am watching the words whirling and curling and floating ever so gently in a...

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you were haunting, elusive, bitter, sweet
your hair was long, dark, lost, lonely
you sang the scars of the streets

And when I die...
New York tendaberry…
and the past is a blue note

I wanted to embrace you
as I drowned in your lovely
soulful primal songs

Spring whispered in her ear…
upstairs by...

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It is six minutes to midnight
I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours.
It usually inspires me.
Nutbush is going around in my head,
but it has been done.
By Tina too.
The deadline my songwriting partner gave me
is one a.m.
She knows that I have an avid belief that
my...

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As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!

And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
how to reach...
for those very stars!

And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till...

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As my ship blows on the sea of life...
I'm a man with a golden voice!
And I... search for my one true love...
so I can feel that underlying joy...
and I can be something whole!
Tears fall on my sleeve.
The wind flows on me...
and the moon is my...

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