Songwriter Poems - Poems about Songwriter

As my ship blows on the sea of life... I'm a man with a golden voice! And I... search for my one true love... so I can feel that underlying joy... and I can be something whole! Tears fall on my sleeve. The wind flows on me... and the moon is my only company! My ship...ooooo...blows on the sea of life... and I'm a...

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As I.. talk with you... I feel I'm sitting here... under a rainbow... in the sky! Which is a recipe... for love and harmony! And dreams... as cheesy as they go... dill like a pickle... or false like fools gold... can come true! If you only knew... how to reach... for those very stars! And my heart... was forever lonely... till I met you... my true love. You make my vision... come true... oooooo! As I.....

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Songwriter The songwriter gained great wealth and fame. Until the songs no longer came. The price paid for wealth and fame is never known. Until the moment it comes due. At his moment, he knew. His price was suicide....

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you were haunting, elusive, bitter, sweet your hair was long, dark, lost, lonely you sang the scars of the streets And when I die... New York tendaberry… and the past is a blue note I wanted to embrace you as I drowned in your lovely soulful primal songs Spring whispered in her ear… upstairs by a China lamp La la la la la la you welcomed...

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I'd like to write a song I thought that would be fine One that is original Much more than just one line Not rely on the music As some writers are prone to do The lyrics should be different Not Yah!Yah or Boo De Boo The musicians are important They are essential for the song Without a fitting melody The song can go wrong The writer and...

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It is six minutes to midnight I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours. It usually inspires me. Nutbush is going around in my head, but it has been done. By Tina too. The deadline my songwriting partner gave me is one a.m. She knows that I have an avid belief that my muse has her best ideas at night. Especially from midnight to...

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master of gibberish lines of metaphor acclaim and awards from the poetry corp coffee house pied piper study and decipher dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore...

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The words are swirling today. They are gleeful and happy and kind-feeling. I am lying in a little stupor after taking a sleeping pill that knocked me out for ten hours. And I am watching the words whirling and curling and floating ever so gently in a cloud formation, Not so high that I cannot reach them, for...

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Painting pictures with your words, Will you slay them with your tune, Can you make them sing your melodies To their unforgiving moon Will you watch them leave their seats Dancing solo on the floor, Bid farewell unto the heartache They keep behind their quiet door Can you take them from their darkness Share with them your star-filled night Can you gift...

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Friday came and the workplaces Surrendered their weary to the weekend Tiredness dissipating as the precious days Are contemplated with anticipation. Another crowd of friendly murmur Gathers in the little upstairs room Gloomy by day, evening transformed to a theatre within the music bar. She arrives having travelled With her instruments seen and unseen Steps up on the stage again Boots discarded, tippy toed...

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