Short Lovesong Poems
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LOVES SONG TO YOU ABOUT TOMORROW
Plant dreams of me on feath’ry pillows
Dancing thru thorns—we blossom
Dawn into periwinkle glory
Take away painsong
Let hate be planter of lovesong
Walking down hazy surreal corridors of blue sublime
I let destiny’s hand
Guide my heart.
I take all you give
locking it inside my heart
once a vacuous chamber
empty echoing
now resounding
with the song you sing
a song of love
love for me
love lays...
liquid lunar light
licking lips, lobes, languid limbs
lovemaking, loosening linens
loving looks
leisurely liaison
lingering, lyrical lovesong
love's lullaby
you know the song in my heart
you knew it from the very start
music by angels' lyre played
strings of gold, love portrayed
you know the song in my heart
instilled the day we met, our start
a pantomime of love
a song that doesn't play
a memory marked in time
a song from yesterday
guitar with a broken string
a chord you couldn't get
no lyrics anyway to
this song that I forget
I know I 'll never find you again
I remember every moment with you.
scattered thoughts aches
I had a crush on you
Is it too late....?
There is no going back for me
Too late, I'm in love...
Can I find you again?
The infestation of life is lacking it.
A choir singing praise aloud to Him.
With lack of song and love, now lost abound.
Our song has pow'r forgot in our silence.
To lay our lives upon the ground in hope.
To die for those we know and those unknown.
it begins, an untitled song
a song for a winter's day
without lyric or refrain
a catchy little tune
that I hum while
the seasons change
winter to spring, spring to
summer, summer to fall
the tempo growing stronger
till once again, winter returns
lyric forming in thought
the song to be sung
a duet
enigmatic quills of silver, write swan lovesong always near
momentary snow white dreams, slither buoyant in lotus pond
dead leaves fall,.."you're not alone" ...drifting wisps of evergreen hope
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Count 15 syllables in each line
there is a song I keep deep inside
no one has ever heard it before
there is a small crack that light shines through
ajar now is that door
I think I can sing this to you
can you write the music and the melody?
can you hear the whisper of the words I sing?
if I hum a few bars will you sing it with me?
this song that plays in my soul
this song I want you to know
A slow song that I want to share with you
There not another thing I want to do right now
Something to express how I have felt
Being yours and you being mine for all this time
I want this to last for the rest of our lives
Spend this song together so that we last forever and ever
A slow song that I want to share with you
So we can live from this moment on
Form:
I have walked with strangers in strange lands
I have seen those lands through their eyes of madness
and not been afraid to keep looking
I have sat with them and shared their songs of insanity
and not been too frightened to listen
But the land that you live in is far too strange for me to understand
and your song is too discordant for my ears
I never want to walk with you in your land
or hear your song again.
Tis always be..
Songs.. of many colors
As within my heart..
Tis ever so sings..
There tis one.. tis always within me
Our Song of "You & Me"
Oh.. yes.. there is one more..
Smile.. My Darling.. this one is for YOU
tis one you sang to me..
or should I say.. displayed to my heart
Tis be.. first song you gave to me..
"Come on baby Light my Fire"..
So I say to you.. come on.. Johnny..
Let's Dance.. Smile
Form:
For my only love
If I could write you a song
it would be like rain
It would fall gently
upon your sweet heart and soul
like dew on the grass
The words would be soft
as a wind chime on the breeze
hanging from a tree
And the melody
would be the sound of bird song
at the rise of morn
The tempo would be
that of rain dripping on leaves
of the mighty oak
All this I wish you
If I could write you a song
For my only love
I will mourn for you today,
and ache for the comfort
of when I used to lay my head
across that Buddha belly of yours,
and you used to sing me
your drunken lullabies
(though I knew no difference
at the time).
And I will listen
to this song:
mariachis' high-pitched gritos
accompanying the blaring
brass-tasting trumpet players.
This time, when I see you
dancing to it, sombrero atop
your silver strands,
you won't reek
of that amber-colored
death
anymore.
Dusk sings a lullaby-
I lie in the arms of sleep.
Then I begin a voyage
In search of her who cradles my love.
I tread a luxuriant meadow
Across a placid waterfall,
The lovesong of a lonely bird
Echoes my pristine longing.
Then I see her!
She is clad in splendour,
Dainty lips sing her praises,
Her fragrance caresses my nostrils,
The root of my heart is tickled.
She sings a serenade
That soothes the longing of my soul
Till the echoes of dawn
Snatch me from the arms of sleep.