Short My Song Poems
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went i sing
it rings
he cure my pain
so much i have gain
its a godly thing
so much for me he done
i
PRAISE THE LORD
WITH MY SONG
went i sing
it rings
he cure my pain
so much i have gain
its a godly thing
so much for me he done
i
PRAISE THE LORD
WITH MY SONG
Composer John Ireland once did begin
music for his only hymn
'on the back of a menu twas first shown
twas entitled' My song is love unkown
You are my song,
You are my song, You're the verse those words that undo my wrong~
4/35/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Zippity-doo-dah, Zippity-ay
My, oh my, it's a dismal day
My song has been canceled
Bluebirds in dismay
Zippity-doo-dah ~
Disney took me away
My song will be out of tuned
Distorted and seaming in ruin
A matter of false fact
Under a pretense that
The truth will be told
And not bought and sold
Once there was a dog called Sam, the treesung
he sung a great song as anthem,my song
Casikusur, a riddle
Zicasukur, a riddle
bloody how could sam sung my song?
Lord hear my plea.
my song I lift to the.
I know you are the key.
Please dear Lord hear me.
and happy I shall be.
and fall upon my knee.
when I reach eternity.
Song
I sing
for these empty chairs
as well as the sea.
The sea hears me
it translates my song
into a language.
A language
that every fish in the sea
The sound has become rowdy,
And the breathe seems to stop
As the wounds open suddenly;
While my song is swallowing by blood!
I have to admit I'm almost dying of happiness!
with an iron cross on my chest
I will stand my ground looking strong
and it seems like no one sings my song
that’s okay being alone is best
after it's over I can finally rest
Soul’s psalm; spirit’s hymn
Serenades with love
Stirs faith to serve and share
Soothes heart midst triumph of God...
Sounding my song of praises.
Lord,
Help me
I can’t go on
I’m not that strong
It’s been so long
Help me
Lord,
I’ve lost my song
I’ve been done wrong
I don’t belong
Lord, help me
Help me, Lord
Help me
Roya
In my song
I am singing, As the
poets words conveying;
Father’s Grace in your lives
Hallelujah!!!
8/16/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
my heart
blooms bud of love
in the breeze of desire
on wings of my song the scent flies
to you
____________
May 16, 2023
Contest : Song Of My Heart
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
Multi-leveled beauty
Of motion and of mind
Unbridled, raw emotion –
The music and the rhyme.
A haunting melody
And harmony belong
Within the lonely rhythm
And sorrow of my song.
Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose
when your lips went dry.
The salt now speaks
of vacant eyes of a
covered nude.
Untitled my song. I
leave at your steps
for a waterfall.
Satish Verma
Free-verse is my muse.
Her twisted cadence my signature.
Her chaos my beauty.
Her simile my symphony.
Her metaphor my song.
She takes my emotion and creates life
In splendid fashion!
Moon Melody
Full moon
Whispers light
Beneath branches-
Dancing shadows singing
My song
08/11/10
6:08pm
-For Constance's contest
-Inspired by her poem "The Melody Of The Dawn"
I am intoxicating... my beautiful voice soars. Singing with pulsating tones my song is quenched in sweetness, Each breath I invite ravishes souls elegantly dance. Romancing love to ignite.
MLA 12/15
I believe in the power of words.
I believe that my pen is the source of truth.
I believe my paper is my playground.
I believe my poetry is my song.
I believe that swirls of joy flow with this black ink.
Form:
Noticing that less said, more heard
The sound of crickets' chirp
Music of tires on asphalt, then birds
Wind chimes my song usurp
Oh! How those wind chimes bring delight
All through quiet nights
Walking through gardens and chards of glass, roses and thorns contend
Sailing on whitecaps, drowning in fear, blues skies surrender no sun
Souls that are tortured forget how to dance but I will find my song
sleepily
I cozy up in my blanket
and stare at our Christmas tree
you sleep next to me exhausted
your even breathing is my song
and calm
my hand on your chest finds your
strong even heartbeat
I lay my head
my song is gone
my lips cannot speak
my tongue’s tied
my head’s turn’d bald o’er-night
my people what do you say?
death’s cruel!
death’s a grinding machine
show me the house
that receives her blow
& stands firm!