Beautiful Song Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Song poems are examples of Song poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Song Beautiful poems written by international poets.
Acrobatic birds can dive energetically for glucose,
Even as the felines watch,
Waving their tailfeathers in the air,
To their perch, they add another notch.
Felines gain hope, inspiring jumpy keen longing,
The birds keep teasing the predators,
Flying lower as if doing the limbo,
Despite tempting fate, shunning grim reaper creditors.
Masterful nature offers perches quaintly, rightly spaced,
The birds take breaks from sweet drinks,
Fly lower, eating little leaf gnats,
Watching the cats snicker, as wingbeat winks.
Radiant songbirds travel ubiquitously, valiant warriors,
Beautiful as they fly, spreading song,
Despite teasing the cats on the ground,
A day without these creatures would feel too long.
against the cold backdrop of a monochrome sky
resplendent music permeate from a blackbird's sigh
I met a beautiful song today
The melody was outstanding
The lyrics were commanding
I was compelled to pay attention
I was drawn to this musical connection
So that I began to hum
I encountered an awesome rendition
The arrangement was unbelievable
The composition was unachievable
Except by an angel’s finger
Except by a moment that lingered
So that my feet were carried along
Today I was kissed by the music
The harmony was distracting
The chords were exacting
I was unable to be restrained
My heart has forever changed
My world was altered by a song
Is there still time for us?
vs 1
I wake up to a sunrise,
and a beautiful blue sky,
so many questions unanswered
I'm still left with the big why
vs 2
I see that the earth still turns,
we watch as our planet burns?
will humans never learn?
Is there still time for us?
Chorus
Is there still time for us?
Haven't we seen enough?
What happened to the way we cared
Dear God, please have patience
Listen to my earnest prayer!
Vs 3
I look to the blackened space,
I wish I could see your face,
Our past cannot be re-traced
I raise my eyes to the skies
Vs 4
I'm sure that you're still there,
Help me believe you still care,
I'll follow you anywhere,
Listen to my earnest prayer!
Chorus
Is there still time for us?
Haven't we seen enough?
What happened to the way we cared
Dear God, please have patience
Listen to my earnest prayer!
Chorus
Is there still time for us?
Haven't we seen enough?
What happened to the way we cared
Dear God, please have patience
Listen to my earnest prayer!
Chorus repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2021
Copyright © John Hamilton |
revised with music and vocals July 29,2025
Posted August 8,2025
I try to write of tulip skies,
but my pen finds the shadows first.
I want to speak of beauty,
but my tongue can’t carry the weight… -dishonest-
I try to sing of lilac air,
but every note becomes a bruise,
a wound that pretty things can’t use.
The air becomes… -suffocating-
The easy things…
finding laughter in wind chimes,
they won’t stay still for me.
They slip through the ink,
as it’s written upon the lines.
The page rejects the grace,
of summer’s touch on a freckled face.
It calls instead for broken hearts and scars,
For bruised-up dreams behind prison bars.
I leave the pretty things
to someone else—
and write what stays
when pretty things fade away.
Choose to live
When darkness falls upon you,
and, you can't see the light
Look to the maker of the stars,
to show the way
Sometimes the pain of heart is,
too much to bear....
Life can be beautiful...
despite the pain.
Chorus
Choose to live...
even when it seems
the whole world's against you
Choose to live...
forget about the pain
they've caused you
Choose to live...
Remember your life's
a gift from God,
and you don't have the right
to take it!
You may live in a mansion,
or a... cardboard shack
Life can be beautiful
either way
Affliction may bring you sorrow,
but... that's o.k
Look to tomorrow's sun to
shine a better day
Chorus
Choose to live...
even when it seems
the whole world's against you
Choose to live...
forget about the pain
they've caused you
Choose to live...
Remember your life's
a gift from God...
and you don't have the right
to take it!
Bridge
Everyone is beautiful,
in their own way...
look inside yourself
to find YOUR special gift!
Repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 05,2021
Revised July 28 with music and vocals
What a beautiful morning,
how sweet is the song !
Then I heard the news,
and the world is still wrong.
(07/24/2025)
Sponsor: Oliver Mckeithan
Rolling Stones Song Titles : 16 lines
submitted : 17/7/25
Placed 1st in Contest
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ANGIE, my devoted dark Love
really and truly I don’t want you
UNDER MY THUMB
it hurts us both as you
PAINT IT BLACK~ makes me wanna hack
freedom’s our choice, our soul’s ardent desire
YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
we have to escape this mad matrix mire
TUMBLIN DICE ~a dangerous dire vice
let’s gallop to the Camargue without any masks
like WILD HORSES white with gypsy flasks or
fly to Mars if we choose, to booze alongside
HONKY TONK WOMEN, then snugly snooze
each a beautiful hue, feeding our Heart’s muse
on RUBY TUESDAY, we can gaily frolic in hay
THE ROLLING STONES,WE AIN’T NO CLAY !
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Written By:
A. Pseudonym
The Motif was decided to
precede each new verse
The words were written
to inspire a sound
a big bold beautiful
sound
happy enough to smile
melancholy from the frustration
of lacking inspiration
having been blessed with those
who share the interest of completion
and a strong spirt
those music lovers
are willing to collaborate and compose
to complete that full rainbow of
emotion that put's signatures
on something which
pride allows those
to understand.words that inspire music
the joy of collaborative efforts
the sadness of not being able to full afford
the full Orchestra
the freedom to create
the human experience( in celebration of)
and the natural way it feels to be around lovers
of Music in a creative sense!
Characterized by Professionalism
and Collaborative Effects.
Strong Bold Big Sound Music Company
Performances By Us Inc.
Tux-Gowns
rags and Sheet' music
I saw him put sand on the epoxy rosined floor
to create a sound when he Tap Danced.
It was his way of helping up
create a sound a melody and beat.
It worked we did several Compositions from
this feat.
What is This?
nothing can be said
apparently
no time and distance
for figuring This out~
language opts out
without subj and obj~
nothing makes sense
nothing to explain
so say nothing
which is everything~~
I’VE MOVED ON
They had me in a box I am movin on
I am moving on my Father raised me up
I am moving on I stand above the clouds
I am moving on was in despair
I am moving on I’m out of there
I am moving on graced and peace stares
I am moving on My Father cares
I’ve risin rose beyond the storms
I’m in my Father’s home
I’ve overcome by His love
I’ve moved on
I’m moving on Hallelujah
I’ve moved on
7/6/25
Written words & music by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
From “I CRY OUT TO YOU”
He has a iridescent sheen
that looks metallic in mid flight
she is soft and she is gentle
and a healing to his night
he trembles when he's frightened
and his wings , like roving clouds
but she's strong, to elude the enemy
his descent entrapments , found
but her devotion is all her life
his return, devotion mate
her lips, they never lie
her words not found, in any hate
they bow their heads together
as if in lovers kiss
but be innocence and be cautious
for there's enemy destroyers, wish
So she draws him like a songbird
and fight she'll never do
as he floats he finds her kindness
her love, he always knew
'Look! your beautiful, my beloved
Look! your beautiful.
your eyes are those of .................doves '
The Song of Solomon 1. v:15
An empty room
Standing center stage
She waited for her cue
bassoon in hand
She breathed life into
"MI Stro" a ballad by
Piffston Grisser"
A song which curated
More than four minutes
She incorporated
" it's gotta be"
by Danny Dewmore
A very popular song
To the delight of those
In attendance and to those
Who were to view the film
The staff stood and applauded
She bowed and smiled
And then letter the stage.
I heard one saying "she wowed us"
Her male factor spoke whisper to
Her "I should be nervous to lose you
to someone who is as talented as you"
He kissed her. We found it to be romantic.
The reliance of performance allows us
To speak of you as "the deal sealer"
You have mourned in triumph to get the part!
We spoke this moment as her "monomythwhere
The bassoonist has arrived at stardom!
moss embraces stone walls
l
i l
a skylark sings over h s
warmth s e e p s into earth.
Fingertips
fall—
not like
stones,
but like rain,
plucked silver
threading the air.
Each string
holds a hush,
a breath not yet
forgotten.
The musician builds—
not a score,
but the curve
of a heron’s wing
skimming dusk
softly vanishing
in a single glissando.
The guzheng does not speak.
It spills:
vibrato,
a tide rising
then breaking
against memory.
Sound leans back—
not toward silence
——but toward a
distant shore
we once
heard.
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Note: Guzheng is a traditional Chinese musical instrument.