Songwriters Poems - Poems about Songwriters

... He handed me the air-brushed t-shirt and I thanked him, said I loved it. He asked, Do you mean that? I said, What would have possessed me to utter it otherwise? Then he kissed me with his ......

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...Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan 1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene, his songwriting skills came into play with this album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his origina......

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..."All you need is love" Songwriters: Paul McCartney / John Lennon I don’t need what you call love. All I need is: Honesty, Thoughtfulness, Kindness, And Respect. ......

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...To the successful best ... I can see the future, it's been calling me I'm gonna live my life, it's how it's gonna be Some people never listen, Some people gotta burn They never h......

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...Feminity is such a powerful alluring force Like a magnet that magnetizes and attracts So sublime captivating and sensually Devine A bee attracted to a flower Something so beautiful and appealing ......

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..."The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet. There's something singular needs to be said, mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best, the subject at hand ......

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... “Your Life will be Filled with Magical Moments” Now what more can be said except that anything is possible at any given moment. Probably the greatest example of something from nothing comes from t......

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...How would I have any idea what I think, if I couldn’t read my own poetry? When I sit to write poetry, my mind transforms the blank screen into a flurry of words and then sometimes a story that I had......

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...Babies galore, I tell my baby, my youngest, who’ve met these birthing-cousins. Bouncing babies born on the same day. A boy, a girl - twinsies and many miles away, another boy - oh the joy! ......

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...Gordon Lightfoot was born on Nov. 17, 1938, in Orillia, Ca. His first concert at Massey Hall in Toronto, encouraged by his parents, He won a contest for boys with unmodified voices prio......

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...I adore every inch of you, from your head to your toes. Call it love, but your sweet scent sets my heart pounding. What is love? I don't claim to know; yet, poets, songwriters, th......

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...What is love? I don't claim to know; yet, poets, songwriters, theologians and dreamers, all swear it exists.......

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...The Market place is empty No more traffic in the streets All the builders tools are silent No more time to harvest wheat Busy housewives cease their labors In the courtroom no debate Work on ea......

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...By the afternoon I was back-on-my-toes. Almost every night my roommates and I sit around a low table in the common room of our suite, crossed legged, on cushions and do our homework. It’s less cl......

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...i have moments when the words are failing me or they are lost in some dimension the screen is white wanting to dance in a black medley that becomes a concerto as attention wanders in a beginnin......

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