Vocal Poems - Poems about Vocal

The great Elvis Presley stole the show When it came to music, fast and slow Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine Without a doubt, her voice would shine Hank Williams had a son with his name Like father,...Read the rest...

I am lost, my eyes wide, and my heart quivering. My legs are paralyzed, and I have no memory. I stroll silently, my consciousness wandering. I am alone inside an unexplored territory. I would wish the room to be...Read the rest...

while being vocal we found point which was focal of a local yocal...Read the rest...

I love you lady, singing velvet night sky, singing azure violet wounded woolen stitch. I love your lady quavering haunting cry, intoning shades of purple in fevered pitch. I love you lady, even trilling, scraping in torment, your voice straining...Read the rest...

As if a child should understand an adult’s muddle, putrid oil slick puddle, the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring. Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure, whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...Read the rest...

The vocal coach will help my voice, He’ll help me sing, it was my choice. I turned up there with just myself, He politely enquired about my health. He asked if I could sing a note, I obliged once I’d...Read the rest...

Butterfly box In your throat a box of sound To your human being bound Take a breath and spark a chord So your beings’ needs emplored Of a mind filled with thought Lips are a net with which they’re caught Resonating in...Read the rest...

the me-too movement was started by young black women lacking social opportunity...the media turned that into 'sex between the stars'...now, while there is quite lewd and gross modern music, the blind fish in the tank are lobbying against...Read the rest...

stoic calm tragic- brief cries from the shadows of patient silence: a lament- a definitive mirror into the smothered recesses of...Read the rest...

When my chest splits out come the crows Where they land nobody will know I ripped my heart out the scars will show Where they pitch is all in fate Life for me is far too late Observe the crows...Read the rest...

Accusatory high-pitched voices singing in the masculine reign Humiliated pride getting drenched by doubtful, male chauvinist disdain Emotional double octave level of pain, bitter ... bitter — Sad and angry Enough to drive a decent woman insane Violated women...Read the rest...

vocal drapes draped casualties blindfolding fate marauder lipstick shaped kiss kiss kiss vocal drapes ?...Read the rest...

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Listening to songs, through the ages of rock, Some bands owned a gold timbred vocal stamp. Like the new noise in ‘68, Led Zep’s power frontman, The enigmatic absolute tenor, Robert Plant. The original baritone rocker, Jim...Read the rest...

A singer's life is far from free who would know more about it than me ? Late hours and circles under the eyes flowers and perfume and so many guys peering and watching the moving of hips hoping they'd listen...Read the rest...