Life is but a song of sorrows,
Days can feel like miserable melodies.
Our heartstrings plucked,
Chords that resonate with tragedy.
The beating drum, a dark percussion,
Can serve as rhythm to the chorus of our love and joy.
That which is memorized by heart,
In every generation, the song is sung.
In every life, a note is played—
Lows entwined with our highest moments,
Giving credence to suffering,
Unifying our spirits in a grand orchestra,
Composing a symphony of our very soul.
All things beings sing the song of life
Be it song of joy or one of cries
If I was a fish I would sing still
Using my eyes body liquid lips gills
If I was a snowflake in a globe
I'd sing of never ending snow
If I was a white weed in the yard
I'd sing of beauty just as hard
As a puppy I'd howl a song
And wag my tail all along
As a cup on the table
Song would pour make you stable
As a butterfly in the wind
I'd sing of color and you'd join in
As an old shoe with black soul
I'd sing to you of silver and gold
As a baby not yet able to speak
I'd babble angel songs perfectly
As a silver elder with no teeth
My song would be of wise prophecy
As a blue bird my wing would play
Music on the wind as I chirp away
As a raindrop I'd baptize notes
Singing song of Holy Ghost
Life is a song for all to sing
Let the music start strum heartstrings
The culture lives
The transfer of traditional song sound like an orchestra
playing a symphony in a ti ton ton tu ti move
I heard a child being lulled with a native song
“Don’t cry o baby your ma la iron soap
Don’t cry o baby your pa la iron soap”
It is a song that kept us all in bed
I missed hearing the lullaby
This cradle song was used to put us all to sleep
The culture still lives and it dwells in all of us
Note: Dedicated to every Child that heard the sound of these sweet rhymes.
My mind in deep trance,
as fingers dance amongst keys -
Soul's ballad takes seat.
Ceaseless revolution.
Purest chant.
Energy of the cosmos.
Power of concentration.
Essence of ultimate reality.
Journey, direction and progress.
Harmony and togetherness.
Confidence and determination.
Growth, change, evolution.
Creativity and wisdom.
Ego to enlightenment.
Evolution and surrender.
A Change which is bound to happen.
Spiral is the essence of life.
SPIRAL POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
14th Jan; 2020
Fly my song with greetings to friends,
Remind them that life is beautiful,
You don't need to count the years by the leaves
There is no need to waste time.
Don't do anything stupid, dear friends,
Don't miss the moment of magical happiness,
Remember, in life all that matters is family,
Only it will protect in the hour of bad weather.
He is not mad who sees the beauty of the world,
He just sees the world very differently,
And we do not notice the speed of life
And we believe that the secret is luck.
We know that there is no perfect life,
And everyone creates their own Paradise,
No one knows the correct answer
Therefore, the person goes over the edge.
Friends, don't try to teach the blind,
And for the deaf it is no longer necessary to read,
Don't waste time on the half-dead,
It is better to live happily and amicably.
I felt her there
Seems so strange
Lost in memories
Hope maybe fading
By and By
The seas are changing
Seems so jaded
These clouds are greying
This place i be leaving
This life i be changing
Strange she seems to me
Love once there
Gone for sure
No chance of feeling
Years have gone by
She can't haunt me no more
The clouds are clearing
This place i be leaving
This life i am changing
Strange she is to me
Memories i have
Smiles I'll enjoy
Won't see up close
Her heart is in something great
This sun is shining
This place I'll leave
Never will return
I let her be free
So i can be me
These clouds will not grey for us no more
She's all strange to me for sure
What if everything I imagined was more than a dream?
If metaphors meant to you, exactly what they mean to me,
And I know it's hard to believe, and I don't expect you to see,
That when I'm not scribbling on a paper, I feel like my life's on leash
But at least, just understand that all these words that I write,
Come straight from the heart, it's like I'm writing my life,
But this paper cannot withstand, standing under that light,
If I cover it with shade, the sun would still be to bright
But the only thing that matters, is that you learn to believe,
that what I write is my life, and it's the blood that I bleed,
My whole life I've been writing, taking in what I see,
I've adapted to heartache, coldblooded is what I've come to be
No need to go in depth, this stream is to deep to swim
You might get lost if I open the door to my life and let you in,
so for now I'll keep the key underneath the rhymes hidden,
You'll have to learn to read between the lines to get in
What day is today?
I've lost my sense and
Taste of direction
But life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
Where the hell are my shoes?
I've got to get moving,
I've got to find someone,
Somewhere, somehow that can
Point me to the next road.
I can make it that far.
But life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
While life keeps changing
This is where I'll be,
I'm here standing still.
Dear: I Haven't Met You Yet,
I hope that you're on your way,
Or should I go and find you?
I hope you haven't changed
While I've been a little caught up
And if I don't see you soon
Well life goes on and
Yeah, life moves on while
I'm here standing still.
While life keeps changing
This is where I'll be,
I'm here standing still.
Imagine a life set so selfless
that even sinners couldn't help it
but carry the weak and offer
strength to helpless.
but this life we lead on
is a cliche' blue song
because we don't even know
when it's right to move on
we don't even know how to fight
to move on
so we might as well get a grip
ingest life till' it's gone.
so I sit here so still
can't believe I'm feeling still,
the candlewick burnt out
tonight on that window sill.
It seems like only yesterday
That you and I were one.
We laughed, we cried, we always tried
To let our songs be sung.
When love was good we made a vow,
All our life to share.
Now you're gone, and I must find
A reason not to care.
You played the game all by yourself,
You never asked me to.
I didn't think you'd go away
Or ever be untrue.
Now that you're gone, my life stands still --
Just memories remain.
Somehow I must learn not to care
And start to live again.
Someday I'll know how not to love.
Someday I'll know how not to care.
But, until then, I'll just pretend
Love was never there.
Love was never there, no --
Love was never there.
If I say it long enough, I find,
Love was never there.
Your telltale blush tells me all your heart’s stuff
Write my name in your heart with ink of love
You can make my life heaven and hell
Fill your dream with my body’s sweet smell
Follow all the trends of my favorite fashions
Paint your mind with the colors of my emotions
I am keen to love you more and more
Make my mind your most preferred mirror
For every mistake we have to pay the price
Enrich your life with my admirable advice
Baby if I see you I feel hot
See the world through my lovely thought
music and me
its more like my life story
it could be my biggest glory
somethin i can hold on to
when my life is falling through
it opens my eyes in a hole new way
opens these times in a hole new day
it gives me just the right words to say
its almost like i can hear it in the air
im stuntin ridin through cause im on fire like a flair
every body just stops to stair
and ima pick up the mic and show u somethin rare
its a musical artist
my times that go hardest
my dreams that come from the farthest views of life
it doesn't come twice
so take my advice
the world is Nathan nice
but music is what takes u away
to a place where everybody can just chill and play
every time i think of every thing i ever had
i look back and think how my life was so sad
never really had a dad
Ive been growing up feeling bad
just a young kid trying to feel glad
but now i see everything's just apart of me
trying to see all the good that could be
and now i just look up in the sky
lisoning to music just tryin to fly
i dont want to tell a lie
so all i really gotta say is why
why did my mom just pass me away
why do i gotta feel this every day
now im stuck here just trying to say
ok ok i get it im here now
step back let me see what i can allow
a life to live
a soul to give
am i aloud to forgive
im stuck here looking at a memory of a young kid
and now i dont even wanna know what i ever did
my life is just a story
moments of my glory
and yet im still trapped in my rhyme
through time and time
i still see things in a line
caut up tryin to make my own shine
my lyrics are just another piece of mine
its like a design to the ways i view
tryin to see the world like i wanted to
but i always knew that i would reach the sky
no matter what happens ima keep and try
maybe even grow some wings and start to fly
can u see it in my eye cause im never gonna stop
no matter how far im never gonna drop
ima reach the top with ever word i say
ima make the hop and make this my day
all across the bay can u hear me
my lyrics are my life can u feel me?
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.