Resonated Poems | Examples

Night of the James Taylor Concert during Freshman Year at College

My friend most beautiful
sat shoulder to shoulder with me
after the lights went low
and the show began.

We took in ballad after ballad
the tender voice hour after hour
and a spell was cast.

The song of Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
spoke to me— I could almost cry.

I glanced at her
and she looked straight ahead.

This was the night I wanted for months
although we had some casual dates

o the times when I pleaded for more

but tonight she was so tender
when I put my arm around her shoulder.

I knew the night was good for her
when we stepped out the elevator
onto her dormitory floor
and the music resonated in my mind.

The taste of her kiss was so sweet
on that special night.

She must have known
it was our last.

In the Shadow of the Chalkboard

In halls where silence speaks louder than words,
I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen.
Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords,
Pierce through the facade, where I've always been.

Once, my voice resonated with pride,
Now, it's drowned by murmurs and disdain.
Yet, I endure, with dignity as my guide,
In a place where respect is hard to attain.

But within me, a fire continues to burn,
For teaching is more than a mere profession.
It's a calling, a passion that will return,
To a realm where my worth is not in question.

So, I'll rise above the shadows they've cast,
Seeking a future where my spirit is free.
For in the end, it's not about the past,
But the legacy of the teacher I choose to be.

Imitating Abbey Road Cover

The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the
Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine,
fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised.
An iconic album cover for the image resonated with the fans.

There are wall posters of this photo and it seems men, my age,
in music industry have one in their living rooms or studios.
The photograph of the most influential band in the world walking
on a zebra crossing became one of the most imitated of all time.

I am one of those who imitated it five months ago, 19 of October
at eleven fifty in the morning, when we had photos taken crossing
Abbey Road, amidst a busy road in northwest London in St. John’s Wood
in the city of Westminster, outside Abbey Road Studios, formerly EMI.

We crossed Abbey Road in single file with me leading, followed by my
daughter and my granddaughter with our fourth person, my grandson
taking the pictures so he was not included, kind of disappointing.
How I wish we were there on October 9, John Lennon and my birthday.

The Echo Returns Not

The sea was calm, the shore silent, 
         No echoes resonated there, 
      A walk along the ocean meant
To cleanse the soul and lay it bare;

As shadows lengthened, they strolled on, 
      No feelings stirred, no words spoken, 
         What they had before was now gone, 
What was left was all that's broken;

No memories rang through the shore, 
         No relationship left to care, 
      They drifted apart more and more, 
No love echo returned to share.

The Fab Four

The lyrical quartet hearts of Liverpool pulsated,                                           
turning the mundane drab shades into tuneful light                                    
with the mesmeric melodies that enticingly resonated                                                                                                       
with iconic songs “Love me do”, “Let it be” of delight,
that became a legacy of the musical golden age,
suffused many souls with synchronized joy and sorrow,
as The Beatles rocked and rolled on the world stage
with wonderful attraction of magnetic musical show,
where guitar strings echoed within the songs soaring free
on the rhapsodic wings of peace, hope and love galore,
beyond their time into the domain of sonic eternity,
where their fabled music lives adored forevermore.

Etched In Stone

This or That, Vol 30 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh



As soon as my eyes cleared from the tears
I could see that his body and soul were long gone 
He layed frozen in time 
Lifeless, naked and sorry
Where the songbirds in his eyes
Lost forever in the morning storm
Still the sun peaked thru our bedroom
It's long rays covering the bed
Comforting, consoling and calling
And lending its hand in my time of need
In the background I could hear and feel the doom
As the ominous sound of the ambulance closed in
Only to confirm what I already knew
Where this validation tore at my heart
And this punctuation and pronouncement 
Bringing a flood of unstoppable tears
For this was real
And a defining moment and turn in my life
From that point on
My mind was etched in tears
Where the montages of my husband's death played on
To his past voice whispering and echoing in my head
"Honey I had to leave on the night of a full moon"
It resonated, etching it's way in large block letters
For the mourning, and that morning never ended
I kept his secret seventeen years later
... now in the depths of a grieving heart
And in my eyes, where the black ravens keep multiplying

The Oath of My Ancestor

One poem of mine that warms the heart,
And reveals wondrous secrets from the start.
If I am enraptured you by my verse,
Remember, I was born in Zhylioy first!

To those who delve into life’s deep essence,
And find joy in its boundless presence.
When my poems shake through the earth,
Never think of me as dead of worth!

I resonated with my ancestor, Tonykok's lore,
And conversed with Kultegin, spirits of yore.
I shall not perish while Kazakh blood flows,
Through centuries, with you, my spirit grows!

I awakened one day with ancestors' might,
Hence my tongue remains fearless and bright.
Freedom’s pulse beats in my veins,
A rhythm alive, unbound by chains!

Centuries-old traditions, steadfast and wise,
We sought freedom under open skies.
Let not outsiders corrupt with their filth,
The pure waters of our blood and its wealth!

Open your eyes, rise, awaken, Kazakh!
Your name was always free, bold Kazakh!
To roam like the wind, across the earth,
Do not break the oath of your ancestors, Kazakh!

Like Stars and Dreams

Alone, I could see the lights
strung on top of Mercy Hospital
from anywhere
in the northside of Davenport
the reds and blues and greens
and I believed there was magic.
I was a senior in high school
out for a drive 
in my mom’s Mustang at night
and A Kind of Hush
played on the radio.
A Kind of Hush
played on the radio
a hit for the season
a song about love.
I dated someone one year ago
and knew the touch of a kiss
but didn’t know love—
I could only imagine.
I passed the house
where Marcia, a classmate, lived.
Her dark blue Vega was parked in the driveway,
and I thought it was so cool.
I’d seen her in the hallway
by the cafeteria at school
many times, but I never found a way
to talk to her.
I looked to the skies
and could still see those lights
as I found my way.
When the song ended
I turned off the radio
but the song resonated
as the tires sung.

THE DOORMAN

THE DOORMAN

He announced himself 
as doorman pulling   
veils of vortices 
archetypes tumbled out
there was Einstein and
St Theresa even Blake
and Stalin

Floating like elementals
with elevated subtlety 
he blessed them all as 
enticing experiences 

Excited he widened 
a door to expose 
emissaries stamping 
time and space
Monroe curled 
statuesque legs 
around his waist 
wobbly, said she 
only resonated with 
his doormanship

Then throated her
red lipped lust 
with vapour dust

He closed the
door


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024

Free words 10-01

The breath came in
and then was gone
Just as the beautious visions resonated
with my dna then resolved
Each inspiration 
paired with expiration
wonderfully frames
the joy of living
the joy of loving
the day will come 
to honor this beautiful life 
with one beautiful death

SHE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY--

SHE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY--

She caught me thinking about her heart
 She saw me looking at her breath
 She felt me as I resonated her consciousness
       She took my breath away

 She is love from God
She manages to be devout
Above all things seeks out
          This beautiful woman, she took my breath away

 The righteousness of God
 That what she is her heartbeat of love 
And solace promises
I love the truest essence inside of her


She felt me as I resonated her consciousness
       She took my breath away



08/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©

A Lonely Hymn At Night

Time, a pathway to the final end
Death, a pathway to a new beginning
Time and death are subtle allies
One to reveal, the other — a fulfilment

A sad one ponders alone under the night sky
Wondering at the beautiful tempest of life
Sick, secluded and submissive to the raining flows
His shimmering tears' lost in his vast but empty sighs

Now do the birds weep their supportive cries
The sorry breeze whooshes calm to his grieving spirit
The trees sway lightly to the band of night's wind
For so it is, the top one sings to nature, his strives

Man and nature thus resonated a hymn at night
An ode to the weak strength of man
Man and nature did chorus a hymn at night
A praise of man's perseverance against all odds

I AM

Spark the flame, burning I am energy fire
From heaven lightening down brightly soul shining

 Deliverers spark contained karaoke voice desire
 Thunders blues blazes sound I am resonated winds

reverberate blast I am flame energy voice
 thunder blast heaven birth born light might energy

I am choice energy fire reverberate I am light
how I testify centrally heavens tenancy  
7/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

ABANDONED

That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.

Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices. 
Without a name.

You brought me relief and rescued me
from bearing the burden of historical anchorage.
Swept me off my feet, resonating
Ceremonial celebrations.

Your careful maneuvers, knowledge and style, 
in structure, orchestrated a symphony of dreams . 
in the rooms, in every corner and breath
Culture resonated.
.

Disconnected, yet with a regard
You shaped me in your taste.
I felt my being rapture, with a sweetness
Unspoken of.

No longer empty, I felt myself glow.
Chandeliers, banisters whispered gratitude.
I felt life ripple through meetings over dinners.
Anniversaries over years.

Then one day you left.
A change. Catastrophic.

Knocks or footsteps no longer sound.
Nor curtains or candles lightened
The gloom of emptiness
Dark and deep.

A mass of broken brick and mortar now,
Shorn of cemented hopes in my crevices---
I feel shattered, ashamed of being
damned. Dilapidated.

Lonely Songbird

My volatile mind wandered in the terrain of trance, 
drifted in the draft of reverie on its latticed wings,
a lonely bird floated in the sunburst recess of sky,
made the fascinating fresco of formless fantasy. 

Captive in the suffocating cage of sordid craving,  
I broke the bars in dormant dream to be free,
flew beguiled in zephyr when it began to blow,
fluttered in the thicket of yonder pleasant plateau. 

From the dust of the demolished dreams I arose,
the dismal sigh of the desolate heart I heard,
the music of love resonated in ardent symphony,  
I glided in its cadence, soared in the bowl of blue.

I heard the whispering spring wind singing for me, 
as I serenaded with the silver-lined cloud convoy.
After the storm the spectrum of horizon embraced me,
while I ascended suffused with the colors of twilight.

As the departing rain drops sparkled in my eyes,
through the washed pristine prism I could see
the rainbow hues spread on my dancing wings,
while I returned to the nest as a lonely songbird.

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