Short Vocal Poems

Short Vocal Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vocal by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vocal by length and keyword.


Premium Member Vocal Lines

stoic
calm
tragic-
brief cries
from the shadows
of patient silence:
a lament-
a definitive mirror
into the smothered
             recesses
           of the mind
Form: Verse


Vocal

Breathe
Inhale
Conjure up
Rhythm and soul
Voice loves melting into music and words.

Flooded by peace intertwined with raw life
Poetic heart
of a girl
reaching
sky.

Thirst
for calm
shivering
beloved on stage
resembling divine humanity.
art
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member Poetry, My Vocal Outlet-JU

I speak in tutored rhyme schemes 
of a world etched in wild dreams
deep red hue as ample phrase
from my voice that worldly maze

Lyric torrent’s golden twang
versed in magic tone I sang
pouring heaven on a page
laced with bright notes to assuage
Form: Jueju

Premium Member Vocal Coach

The vocal coach will help my voice,
He’ll help me sing, it was my choice.
I turned up there with just myself,
He politely enquired about my health.
He asked if I could sing a note,
I obliged once I’d cleared my throat.
He looked and said ‘you cannot sing,
Next time you’re voice you’ll need to bring,’
I told him that was all I had
And he just said, ‘well that’s too bad!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Vocal Poetry

the me-too movement was started by young black women lacking social
opportunity...the media turned that into 'sex between the stars'...now,
while there is quite lewd and gross modern music, the blind fish in the
tank are lobbying against old style vocal-poetry to take it off the radio:

(try to write poetry that sounds like this)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMHS6D8tFvE
you're not sick you're just in love


stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


Vocal Chords

A singer's life is far from free
who would know more about it than me ?
Late hours and circles under the eyes
flowers and perfume and so many guys
peering and watching the moving of hips
hoping they'd listen to sounds from the lips
the pounding and hearing of drums in the ears
has made me half deaf over the years 
the glittering dresses cost so much 
rough to the skin and to the touch 
       I sing a lot and drive and roam 
I guess there's just no place like home

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