Best Tenor Voice Poems

The black cloud

Sounding like a herd of buffalo rampaging through a valley.  
In its...
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deep... DARK, 

trembling tenor voice...
 
It spoke- 

Thunder!...

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He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side, he 'stilled' moonshine way back...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with bitter taste, hearts torn.

They heeded not the cries of pain,
Nor smelled the putrid stench of death’s domain,
They bore the scourge...

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My father was a musician, with a beautiful tenor voice. As we seven siblings witnessed his coffin being lowered into that cold earth, a blackbird sang his heart out on the church steeple.

his pure spirit rose
    on the softest summer breeze
 ...

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On early Friday evening I get everything ready for a long fishing trip,
having checked out the weather, I'd be ready by Saturday afternoon;
and while driving I'll sing lyrics louder than a happy coon...
my tenor voice wouldn't be muffled by an incoming ship!


The landscape is still...

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I have no problem
Finding beauty in the most ordinary things
Like sunshine’s crystallized mourning song
Falling down the Arizona sky like raindrops from India
Purple, pink, orange destiny
Slowly reclining before the ebony embrace of twilight

There is nothing wrong
With a coffee before bedtime
Rich pumpkin spice scent wafting from the...

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We’ve painted your smile disarming
Your glassy marbles alarming
Ignored your feeble warning, your face blue
We made our very own papier-mache Prince Charming

In what false light you’ve been hung
Your dreams must in harmony be sung
No solos for your tenor voice, honey 
We force your hand on the...

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On the cool afternoon of a Fall day,
sunshine is replaced with hail clouds,
then the icy rain begins to fall on grass
making the parched robins fly away.

A foggy window with clear raindrops is like 
thin, sweaty glasses filled with hard ice;
all one can see is only...

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He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught junior high Sunday School and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in...

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Hands of Surgeons

Our friend Bob Lynott is undergoing
cancer surgery today at Duke University.

God, hands of surgeons be sure to guide;
Who we trust and on them have relied;
Now is not near;
Our prayers hear;
Give them things needed and not denied.

Jim Horn

This should be sent out to each...

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How does the music flow?

Subtle single soprano notes and chorals sing out
in whispered melodies, blustery bravado mix doubts
when one tenor voice begins its solos on the rise 
blending with the symphony surprise.

At first comes the birthing lullabyes
raising smiles and laughter to a mother's eyes
followed quickly...

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Paper Hearts

Paper hearts
Alas desire waltzed.
And thoughts chortled.
Every yearning was
Youthful temptation
And hot love.

Words not found
Shaped a fated soul.
The feast: fleeting feelings,
Put reason away.

Love, laughs
Evening stars
Suburban streets
A tenor voice
Technicolor dreams
Scattered wings
And a parking lot
Tell the tale.

Words soon found
Shaped our loving souls.
The feast:  fun filled follies
And full...

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So would you shiver
And then start to quiver from
Cancer of liver?

It was terrible
And had been unbearable
When we did find out.

We all prayed a lot
And many tears back had fought
And were highly wrought.

To friend we do love
Save a space while up above
While you wait for us.

Jim...

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Smokey Robinson
Liquid tenor voice
Poetic lyrics created
Through a life of sadness,
Talent remains
Mother encouraged her boy
to be greatness in song!


I saw a special on Smokey Robinson and it inspired this poem. He was a talented musician 
and song writer. Smokey is a product of the detroit car...

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No sunrise sparkled brighter,
No thunder clapped,
No trumpet sounded at your birth.
You were just born,
Grew to live youth,
To fish back country ponds, summer streams,
Run roadways and highways like a deer,
To work, to marry,
Raise a family, 
Retire to loneliness,
To find yourself
Within yourself 
In back woods you loved.
Your...

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