Short Song Song Poems
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Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.
(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")
A robin’s song flies
Up into the air and meets
Small silver snowflakes—
The song spreads its wings to dance
On top of snowflake silence.
The phone rings the song bird sings flowers grow in the garden
then the rain decends the song just ends
and puts out the smoke less embers
as a broken man says yes i am
the man woh just surendered
Among the morning dark
I hear her song like meadow lark
Wake by ring in whispers sung
Within my head, pass hours tune
At dusk, her touch, her warmth, her hug
As lips asunder lyrics song “Husband, I love you”
What fills the air?
The song of birds?
The song of nature?
At a football game is it the sound of cheers?
the people taling aloud?
The marching band?
I feel that this in my ears is all wrong...
What i hear is the song of my heart wanting you
Whistling breeze, a pleasing song so dear to me
The sunlit drops dancing upon warm cobble streets
Dancing sakura so pink and pure of a snow below
Small creatures gliding across the pastures beside me
A perfect day to begin a song filled melodic spring
O friends-
How to convey –
The song this heart play-
Though silently-
In the form of invincible waves-
It’s a song of heart, but-
Really is a wish-
Of seeing you always bliss-
Of your Intellect getting wings and joy-
Never have you reached-
There you fly-
(sami)
Susana played a flaunting tune,
That lingered near the haunting moon,
The song was tragic, sad ,and sour,
Which filled her with the darkest power,
And when her song was over and done,
She knew she had the best of fun,
For when her mother scurried in,
There was a floating violin.
On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree
My heart has its own rhythm it has its own beat it plays a song i love to keep i sing it loud from deep within and sometimes see it caving in but what people don't see is how beautiful my song plays it releases my soul from a very dark place my song is never heard and never played it just hums through my mind like a wonderful day
Form:
Your beauty is like a never ending song
The melody is the words that poor from your heart.
The rhythm is your life.
The harmony is what makes you who you are.
The song its self is the words that people try to write but they cant compare.
Your a blooming rose, growing each day
With such beauty, words can not say.
Form:
I'm running across a tightrope of strings...
Making music with steps to the words I sing...
Each footprint a different sound, some happy
some sad...
But together they play a song to all the things
I've held and had...
It's a musical composition that doesn't miss a note...
A diary of me in song that resonates of love and hope...
Hear the song she plays night after night
Willing it calling you to make peace or fight
You hear the song calling on all
whether it weak or strong, you hear the call
calling the willing and unwilling
The song she is sure to sing
Listen true
It will catch you
How its interpreted is how you hear
The song she sings with a tear
No song is sung
No heartfelf laughter dances
Prances empty thought in jest
Mocks the aging bard the mocking bird.
Surely some small tune arises
Somewhere in this universe
Surely some broken heart's lament
Is heard behind some hidden door.
But no song arises here
No words of inspiration
Yet something stirs I know
Some hidden force awakens near
If you close your eyes listening to the song that plays,
You can be gone.
You can be far away.
You can be the sky above, the earth below, and everything in between.
You can become, through a song.
I’m sure there are many other ways.
Like in the written word or a portraits face.
But for me so far,
the only way,
is listening to,
the song that plays.
The field is wet with sunshine,
Ripe grasses green and high;
With a reaper in the meadow,
And a bird flies in the sky.
There's a nest with little babies,
With three beaks opened wide;
A reaper's in the meadow,
And a song hangs in the sky.
The meadow's ripe with summer,
And a tragedy passes by;
With a scythe in the meadow,
And a song up in the sky.
A song by the bridge,
we sang towards the end,
when the sky seem dim,
and the sun seeking refuge.
A song by the bridge,
when an ocean between us,
we watch the tides apart,
singing the chorous together,
A song by the bridge,
the common thing we have,
when the feelings were gone,
a song by the bridge,
a song of memories,
will remain our song,
till we meet ashore!
Form:
Your song touched many hearts
as it hit the top of the music charts.
What wonderful lyrics and melody
to a song titled “I’ve Never Been to Me”.
This is still something we occasionally hear.
However, what happened to your career?
Everyone would like to have you back here.
We don’t know why you disappeared from the scene.
The world awaits for another song, Charlene.
Why you wanna go there ?
I don’t wanna go there,
I guess I gotta go there,
you asked me out on a date,
then we go to a place that I hate,
you said the place would be nice,
but all I get is a sweet tea no ice,
not even a parfait with granola,
tal vez él habla española?
So please don’t ask me,
and I wont ask you,
because if you wanna date again,
then you better let me supersize
Love gone ,
but love that is never meant to be ,
guys that i know are growing up in their minds too fast
chase after me.
how do you choose from the good and the bad ,
and how can i keep from being sad,
Mr.Right may never come along,
but I'll keep patient and sing my song for loving the wrong guy
could make me wind up getting hurt.
So I'll sing my song and judge him for myself.
Sing a song of hope or sorrow
There's another day or no tomorrow
Time it keeps moving forward
and if I don't I'll get left behind
Take a flight like a distant shore bird
look away and I'll be fine
By the power invested in me
I fly away across the sea
Like a stone before it's sculpted
Like a song before it's sung
like an art before it's painted
Like a deed before it's done
Rain drops Softly falling down ....
softly falling to the ground ....
can't you hear the sound ....
of the rain coming down.....
It sounds like a constant beat ....
a beat that is so neat ....
it makes you want to dance ....
what a beautiful chance of a romance ....
Or maybe it is a love song ....
a song that goes on and on
tender and romantic ....
man is it fantastic ....
Form:
Toby Keith, there is so much we owe you
for your song “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue”.
Your country band backed up your strong singing voice.
The sound you produced became a nation’s choice.
Since those twin towers in Manhattan were downed,
the might of the USA was motivated by your sound.
Every man, woman, and child felt patriotic
once they heard your song that was terrific.
I close my eyes and breathe
while a song I never heard
flows through every part of me,
and I center myself in the universe.
While a song I never heard
stirs inside of me
I am at peace
with my time and place.
Stirs inside me,
vibrations and harmonies
with my time and place,
while the song becomes me.
Vibrations and harmonies
greet another day
while the song becomes a part of me,
this meditation of life.
As acts go, you were considered very good.
A recording group that came from a Philly neighborhood.
Your big selling hit song became a dream come true.
It rose quickly up the Billboard charts in 1962.
“Let Me In” was a song everybody got to know.
We heard it played so many times on AM radio.
There’s just one category we have to file you under.
You have joined the ranks of the “One Hit Wonder”.