Promise Song Poems | Examples
These Promise Song poems are examples of Song poems about Promise. These are the best examples of Song Promise poems written by international poets.
Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up
Its very clear to. For disappointment
me. Ah broken heart needs more
If you know what. assurance
Love is. If you really really love me
You could hear it's. Find ah way to show me
Sweet melody
Harmonized for
The ages
A celebration of
You and me
Love keep us
Together
You know I am gonna
Do my part
Trust in me
This comes straight
From MI heart
But if you still
Need that assurance
I'll dedicate my love
You do the same
It's for us
Tell me you love me
If you really mean it
I'll buy the ring
You all ready seen it
Take my hand
Love me forever
Promise I
I'll leave you never
Play me a song, but not just any tune.
I'm not here to dance, or sing along in June.
I don't need rhythms that make my heart leap high,
Just give me notes that echo, and a melody that sighs.
Play me not a hopeful melody.
Hope is a promise dressed in disguise.
It soothes for a moment, then slips away,
Hurting more than it ever helps.
A whisper that fades, leaving you high and dry.
Sing me no song of fleeting joy.
Joy dances in, then fades just as quick.
A blissful moment meant to make us forget,
Then leave us with tears it failed to predict.
Do give me a song, but not for love.
Love is a myth wrapped in pain.
When it fades, only sorrow remains.
Happy memories now slipping away.
A wound that hums and sings along,
Trying to soothe where love went wrong.
I need a song that speaks to my soul,
A melancholy tune that makes me whole.
A song that paints my nostalgia, and brings back the past,
A reminder of what's lost, and what will forever last.
Play me a sad song, one that knows my name,
A song that understands the depths of my pain.
Not for hope, or joy, or love's sweet lie,
But to help me face the ever lasting truth.
My entry in a poem challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
I chose: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964”
words of love
I’m the harshest critic,
the truest of nonbelievers,
when words of love are used.
Soapy words will not deliver
so please stop trying to be smooth.
Don’t compare me to a summer’s day!
I know that’s from some Broadway play.
Waste not flattery’s rose
praise not my grace,
at least not to my face,
you’re better off praising my clothes.
Forgo sweetness, promise nothing
then you may be onto something
say it, straight up, I won’t faint
trust me, sir, I am no saint.
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A song for this:
Words of love by the Beatles
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Maddy’ Music challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964
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Poem challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964
My Lover My Friend LYRIC
I wrote you a love song
Lying in a garden grove
Where birds flew free
And flowers bloomed
I watched the sky
As cloud rolled by
And waited patiently
For you to arrive
I sang a melody
So pure and true
And wrote a choirs
With words of truth
And when you arrived
I kissed your lips
And gave you a promise
Of love I confessed
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My friend My Lover
Let's pave the way
To stay together
Tell our dying days
My friend My Lover
Endless and Forever
You are my priceless
Loving treasure
They promise peace, serenity...to all
Everywhere masks ,masks, masks....
The unending war against Him...
We live in an unjust chaotic society......
O ,God i beseech you to fortify my soul
against the devilish society...
The wise sun never fades...
soft as dawn’s hush they whisper and coo
a melody spun from the sky’s golden hue
two hearts entwined in a feathered embrace
singing of love in the warm morning grace
branches sway gently as echoes take flight
woven like ribbons in shimmering light
notes sweet as nectar drift through the trees
carried by whispers upon the soft breeze
no walls can contain what their harmonies weave
a promise, a secret, in songs that won’t leave
for lovebirds sing not of sorrow or flight
but of love that lingers, steady and bright
I say what I wanna say, day and night
Do what I wanna do, when it’s right
No body knows me, the way that I do
I’m just being me, so you be you.
My words might be one, only I understand
And I do what I like, I don’t need a hand
There’s no body like me, they haven’t a clue
No body knows me, the way that I do.
Some days I wonder, if I’m losing the plot
Some days I’m smart, some days I’m not
But one thing I’m doing, is just being me
Going about my life, happy and free.
So mind your own business, stay in your lane
You be you, sane or insane
Don’t you be worrying, what others think
Life can be over, in just a short blink.
Take me or leave me, it’s happened before
But one thing I promise, I won’t be a bore
I’ll sing up a storm, & do it my way
& I’ll keep rockin’ each night & day.
No body knows me, the way that I do
I’m just being me, so you be you.
"Just breathe, you're having your breath taken, 'Aweigh anchors away,' the blessed follows," ... by The Poet
The unnoticeable lulls a fancy
as obscurity stares at a lost
such are promotions
of a trance
stages all ages
a momentous chance
for lifetime promise of romance
shattering glimmering
convinces glimpses
alarm bells--"Hush little baby don't--OH NO!"
"Release the Kraken ... or mices ... an ant if you have any?"
She comes, A ROWER?
It's The Specifics of the Ocean
Those islanders will come out - rigging
and surfing, Aurora, in a pipeline ... she's a dreamer ...
OH NO! WIPEout, its ecliptic ... but there at the ocean's edge
o'er the horizon, Aurora, RISE
the shacks are empty, the fields aplenty
The Drums of the Islands, Aloha Alive.
While the gentlest sigh,
Shatters the surface of stillness,
Blending light with hues of wonder,
Broken thoughts, blessings, brilliance
Moments poured out on the seas
Music, melodies – lushest peace,
Aching songs, whistling through the winds,
Caressing the soul with a joy
Boundless breath of serenity, soothing
Sounding so much like the easy grace,
Falling through the oaks and birch,
Erasing the melancholic dreams,
Inspiring the soul to see, grasp the edges
Of a silence…
As she exhales smoking trails
Of restful things, gestures of grace
Sincere and unafraid…
Silence lingers on the edges of a day
Before night overshadows her light
With inklings of stars and moon,
Urging away the trembling truth…
Silence is beautiful
Silence is soothing
Silence is the ache – just beneath
A heavy taste of amazing…
A hearty hope, a promise, seclusion
A dream that leaves its lesson
A faith that leaves its blessing
A love that is the question…
Silence, resurrection… God’s gentle protection!
So much good to be said of raindrops.
Without them, there would be no crops.
Without them, the world would soon stop.
Imagine raindrops falling on your head.
It's like being awakened from the dead
after a day filled with thirst and dread.
Those raindrops, so filled with promise,
soothing my soul with qualities that nourish.
Let them pour down, remove the dust,
and free us from dryness and disgust.
Let them drop from the clouds, cooling all of us.
It's a song I heard, filling me with inspiration,
releasing hope, and dismissing desperation,
enabling me to reach my intended destination.
Raindrops. I feel their influence just thinking about them.
Raindrops. So much more precious than a precious gem.
Raindrops. Oh, the beauty that they bring.
Raindrops. Makes me want to sing.
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Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six years ago,
as I see the vision of my siblings,
and I leap through sprinklers bright
with rainbows,
I promise, Spring,
I won't cry.
Spring sonata of the bird's songs,
as I recall the natural wall of hydrangea
blossoms of mint and powder blue in
our backyard.
Royal young roses so blushed on
the white trellis.
The Good Humor truck jingled down
the street.
Neighbor's children waved large wands
with giant iridescent bubbles floating
aloft to the envy of the cumulus clouds.
Oh, springtide, you're our lively maiden
with a honeysuckle crown.
The presence of your rising moon monarch
in the eve casting her silver cherish on
weeping willows.
You sail through the ages,
but remain a debutante emerging from
the gray of winter's waning.
I promised springtime, I wouldn't cry,
but my tears are healing.
I dreamily walk by the modest little
home on the sidewalk,
the beloved place,
the streets of my youth,
spring sonata of my heart's song.
I'm in no need of my walker-
as I'm a child again. ~
Gusts thump the windows,
Never seen, but always heard,
Hastening to meet the tallest oaks,
Urging them to sway, bending,
Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way,
Wherever the curls and turns,
Wherever the wind’s song impresses
Them to move – east or west,
North or south, this way and that way,
Every way leads to the lingering burst of wonder,
Amazement found on the crisp edges,
Shadows betraying the notes, the music,
Revealing the laughter of a breathless moment,
When the wind meets the heart,
Silences the doubts and reassures there is hope,
Wherever the wind lays its trembling fingers,
There is the promise of a fresh, cool breeze –
Bold and strong, releasing the moments,
One by one, fading the dark, the fear,
With the dewlike sparkle of a clear joy…
Thumping at the window, impetuous and warm,
Willing to color the world in hues of soft gasps,
Wind’s song invites even the past to hold on,
Because it won’t be long before she is gone.
Just listen to her scream, then – suddenly…
She just up and leaves – the whole world,
Quiet as can be, quiet as the softest grief…
Her death such a mystery!
Dawn chirps a melody
Birds of promise beckon me
High-fliers inspire emulators
to flap our wings, become creators
Ahead lies adventure
sunlight, the perfect mentor
In my pinions, the day awaits
rise and shine, tempt the fates
Too far across the sea
in a place I'd rather not be,
on the winds of war ...
another day slips into forever.
I keep my head low,
pray Charlie doesn't know;
once again I'm running for cover.
The napalm flames get higher,
like an effigy on fire ...
burning down my high school memories.
I wonder if love still resides
in the places we used to hide,
or have they disappeared
into a jungle another world away.
The rapid beating of my heart
means another fire-fight is about to start;
the M16's fire through the dark
like a semi-automatic snare drum.
Another battle has begun
“Screw this hell hole” rolls of my tongue;
this is no way to treat any mother's son …
Today have I learned what it means to die?
As mortar leaves the sky ...
the enemy have given their reply;
I listen to other men die
seems life all around me is failing.
If I ever make it home,
I plan never again to roam …
get lost in her forever charms ...
and on the winds of love,
I promise we'll be sailing.
When the butterflies dance,
To the moon's song,
I smile and glance,
The song of love,
Sways In the sping breeze,
I wait for the one, whom I belove.
A promise made to the young heart,
I see it blooming in the moonlight
Hear the anklet's ring, indeed god's art,
In shy steps, she smiles and walks steady,
Like the moon shines shy in silent night,
I glanced at her, my heart's in nectar plenty.