Song Lyric Poems | Examples
These Song Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Song. These are the best examples of Lyric Song poems written by international poets.
Written: September 11, 2026, for a contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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Close your eyes—
let the music find your feet,
let every heartbeat be a drum beneath the street.
No need for light when rhythm knows the way;
the night has learned the language of your sway.
Reach for the sound—
let it circle, let it rise,
feel the thunder blooming softly in your hands.
You are not lost;
you are the motion in the song,
and every step says: I belong.
Do I write from the heart? Do I write as a song?
This voice inside is so far from all wrong.
For once in this life, in these hills that I roam,
I'm not afraid to give my new love a home.
It hasn't been gold, nor grand open plains,
Life was atop this high rocky range—
Learning to do at a half-lived age.
Now, it's all different; the spoils are all gone.
But the wings are all spread, as the wind lifts the dove,
Higher, and higher, above,
To bask in the sky where I feel totally new.
Love is atop of the cool mountain view,
Where I'm in love with you, too.
Now the pair of white doves will soar,
On to the place we've never been to before.
A beautiful freedom that belongs just to us,
With a wide-open sky soaring only for love.
- Debra
Hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
be beat di drums
i spin di drumsticks wit mai guns
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
7/8/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
The price demanded was the highest ever
to ransom my lost, dying soul from hell;
yet, He paid it all without a murmur,
God’s wondrous grace to me let this song tell.
A life of hope is mine because of Jesus;
He gave me joy I never could afford,
opened my blind eyes to view His splendor
and brought me peace, sweet peace, God’s perfect peace.
His life was offered up, the sweetest savor,
love’s sacrifice; sin’s awful cost was paid.
I cannot tell why my Jesus loves me;
I only know He died my soul to save.
CHORUS
For all eternity my heart must praise Him,
the King of kings, the everlasting Lord,
the only one who gives my soul salvation
and a heavenly mansion as my reward.
July 16, 2026
For A Gospel Song Poetry Contest
Regina Mcintosh, Sponsor
Eileen's Poem was put to song in Honor of her heartfelt and deeply talented work. I haven't noticed her participation in the soup lately, so offer up my prayers for her and her loved one to be safe. God bless Eileen and Thank you Eileen for this emotionally riveting song.
Lord I'm just a sinner.
Do with me what You will.
You sacrificed Your life for me
But I'm a sinner still.
My eyes cannot behold You
Yet, in my heart I know You're there.
I come to You on bended knees
To ask forgiveness with a prayer.
Chorus:
I sing Your praises loud and clear
So every son of man may hear
That the Son of God is always near
And someday soon will reappear.
My soul awaits Your healing touch
So I may receive Your grace.
Show me the path that I must take
That I might someday see Your face.
May You find me worthy
As a Christian on the mend.
I wandered years in darkness
But saw 'Your Light' in the end.
Chorus:
I sing Your praises loud and clear
So every son of man may hear
That the Son of God is always near
And someday soon will reappear.
For 40 years,
They had roamed about.
Now, it was time to shout.
At the Jordan River,
And oh what a quiver!
Those strong walls fell down,
When they heard the mighty sound.
There was another shout in the
Promise land, heard by every man.
The enemy strengthened their hand.
They fought back and never ran.
There was another shout in Bible land.
Too many people could not understand.
Shouts of joy and praise did rang out.
If people did not, the rocks would shout.
We say: "So long",
not because goodbye is kind,
but because we hope,
time will hesitate,
before being gone,
before until rings shut.
We stretch our longing,
so thin, so long,
it begs its time,
to delay its gong,
'til after the last bell.
We trick our leaving,
until it forgets to go,
betraying the staying;
left in the swan song.
Time keeps the till.
Love keeps the change.
One counts what is leaving,
The other what is remaining.
Both wait so long—
'til the till clicks shut.
Remember the time of the televisions humming song,
That snowed-out picture that stayed too long,
We'd strain to hear a voice, a single steady note,
Lost within the winter of the signals remote.
But look between the lines where the static parts,
The chaos is a canvas, mapping all the charts.
When the crowded world, loud with blurred design,
The jagged, restless friction still forces out the line
It is not in the silence that the truth is finally shown,
Wading through the white noise, seeds of light are sown.
The background roar grows sharper, until it falls away,
And leaves a sharp silhouette against the fray.
Beyond ordinary
you de di rightouesness for God
fine, colorful hraced gifted for love
Beyond ordinary, you are, you are
beyoind reconition you de give
faith, mercies graced, beyond ordinary
fine ordinary, by far
you deBeyond ordinary
You are the rightouesness of God
Beautiful, colorful graced gifted in love
Beyoind reconition you are given
Faith, mercies graced
Beautiful ordinary, by far
You are
Beyond ordinary
You are the rightouesness of God
Beautiful, colorful hraced gifted in love
Beyoind reconition you are given
Faith, mercies graced
Beautiful ordinary, by far
You are
5/31/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Unrolling red carpet
In swoop of precipice
The euphoric circuit
Underline emphasis
Fame gets the life and wife
Glittering…beautiful
Soon come the cracks and strife
Stardom delusional
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
Her song pumping iron
With fate’s path steamrolling
Tires over gravel her turn
Praise steepness controlling
Cameras follow her
Every move zigzag
Her former life a blur
A soul caught on a snag
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
The Morning Symphony
by Kevin Davis 2025
Right before the world awakens from the dark,
Before the sun provides its first bright spark,
Nature sings—a melody through the air,
A thank-you for the night, serene and fair.
If you find yourself listening, still and aware,
Wait for the crescendo as dawn paints the air.
Give thanks for the beauty surrounding you here—
These gifts are presented for your eyes and ears.
The world’s symphony is fresh and new,
Ready for joy or sorrow’s hue.
A command performance, bright as dew—
This moment exists for none but you.
No one else will witness it quite the same,
A fleeting gift that whispers your name.
Hold it close, remember it clear—
The morning’s song will always be near
True Lasting Love
Have I met you before?
Somewhere in time...So close,
I remember it from before.
You and I together,
Forever more.
I knew your eyes before they spoke,
An ancient bond that never broke.
Your voice, a song my soul once knew
Leading me back, home to you.
No longer searching, no longer blind,
For you are the one I was meant to find.
In Him and Him.just Him
May your new day
Be filled with promise
For the promises of God.
Are yes and Amen
For you are alive with the purpose
Created for the Glory and righteousness
and the Father we shout Hallelujah. Hallelujah
In Him we are the righteousness of God
Created for His purposes to be
Purposeful with grace prsise and worship
We honor praise and worship you Oh, God
4/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
The ripple remembers the stone,
even when the stone is gone.
It renders time as visible,
in presence tense, echoing what's passed,
spreading, widening, breeding,
dividing and resonating,
coming into being.
But, the pond cannot ripple again,
until the being has been, and gone.
Like a bell it fades its final gong,
gathering up the still pieces,
remembering the lines and rings
of its last song for
coming into being,
for the coming into being,
coming into being.