Songs Poems - Poems about Songs

...Beneath the moonlight, by the water's edge. I harken the songs splashing bullfrogs sing and of the whippoorwill an echoed pledge: "Be still. Listen. My hand will soon be seen." Hearts lost in ......Read the rest...

...The milk coffee skies of Paris in May, make the Seine river look insanely gray. At sunrise it’s quiet - the traffic’s mostly bikes our digs are luxurious and private my school stress is waning......Read the rest...

...The Magic of Music Bring to mind your favorite song. How does it make you feel? Where do those feelings originate in your physical body? Think about the lyrics, the poetry, that speaks to......Read the rest...

...Haru and RItm often seemed out of place and often with a certain concern. Yindiao told Jidiao Giam Jiezou not to Jiving Biayan he was cheap on the Xuaniu and lacked concern with his Cantar's......Read the rest...

... The sky offered no sign of rain No pitter patter songs were heard It seemed flowers would wait in vain The sky offered no sign of rain There was just a dusty refrain No nimbostratus were......Read the rest...

...Messenger It rained on the day I stood up to my calling The sun was so happy The moon was full at night There was a lot of beautiful stars The air was dancing to nature The trees was wavi......Read the rest...

... Watch that big moon, It smiles far away. It's brighter than ever, It has so much to hide. The queen among the stars takes care of its castle with all the secrets inside. A prin......Read the rest...

...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until it becomes flower verse The......Read the rest...

...Women, secret priestesses of the soul and undying dream, Whispering ancestral secrets woven in the threads of destiny, Knowing men like parchments deciphered under the full moon’s glow, Understand......Read the rest...

... Most of my morning walks begin in silence…it’s just me and thoughts I turn into words. but for a week, now, when I reach a particular tree I’m greeted by the song of a mockingbird. Her song, wh......Read the rest...

...Mobile ring tones at morning light, disturb the shapes under covers, the outlined echoes of last night, two star-crossed microphone lovers, drawn from opposite ends of town, yesterday’s pub ente......Read the rest...

... Written: May 20, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell  splendid summer shoreli......Read the rest...

...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...