Songs Poems - Poems about Songs

...Poetry, the supreme form of knowledge and expression, is the window to infinity, Through which the soul traverses hidden, unseen, and deep realms, Religion, science, philosophy, mathematics, art, a......Read the rest...

...My blessed Jesus, eternal Sovereign One, prayers lifted up in whispers and songs to the Son. I was ruled by sin, yet, in sinner's grief, restoration flowed in. Hosanna to the gentle Lamb of seve......Read the rest...

...Intimacy is.......... Knowing how they feel without having to explain, Being able to show your best and worst sides without fear, Knowing how they drink their coffee, Saying good morning and good......Read the rest...

...Nobody ever ask them how they feel, they are always looking for something’s to satisfy their needs; they questioned everything that they do and toss the evidence out the door when the defense kept......Read the rest...

... Those silly old love songs from decades past Still meander through in my mind Those love songs that speak softly of the thrill Of a blossoming new romance That promise “I Will Always ......Read the rest...

...In the quiet slipstream of night, where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke, some dismiss dreams as mere echoes— brain farts, they jest, leftover gas from our wakeful hours. But dre......Read the rest...

...When I saw snow falling from the sky, I said: ,,hah!" And went outside without having socks on even if I hated to step on my shoes which were full with little stones. No jacket even though I was a......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The whispers of the wind speak a language, The soft, comforting touch of love on my face and body, The fragrance of lilacs wafting through......Read the rest...

...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......Read the rest...

... guess with Walter all set enjoying his coffee upon the plaid square twice folded over to give a little cush back to Judaism i might just write tonight *********************......Read the rest...

...Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons; Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions. Jack was a little small for his age,......Read the rest...

...Look at this smile on my face, do I look sad and alone. With no one to give me love, and no one to call my own. Can you look into my eyes, see them filled with happiness. Would you ever realize, m......Read the rest...

... Delicate feathers, Pieced together by the most fragile feelings, Seeds, insects, air scented With the freshest light, soft and still, Tranquility, Listening to dusk’s gentle quiet, Firefli......Read the rest...

...The beautiful sound of music vibrates throughout the air A night to have some fun and let down my hair Can you remember your first dance , was it fast or slow Did that happen to be the person that......Read the rest...

...We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, w......Read the rest...