Poems about song


№ 1210449

Fairy Song


~Evening glow
Precious wing
Gently floats
Hear her sing
Twilight breaks
Soft of hue
Constant dreams
Of only you

~Take my hand
Close your eyes
Feel the breeze
Moonlit skies
Sweet the scent
All night long
Listen to her
Fairy song

On the wind
As we kiss
Once again
Magic forms
In the trees
Here tonight
*you and me

fairy,  song.

Author: Chris
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1210121

"The Song Remains the Same"

Why can't you be horrible and full of unforgivable flaws?
Why does it gets worse and not better inside my stupid, devoted heart?
Why do you still feel the same to me?
Your skin hasn't lost that scent I knew
The scent I still know and can remember by simply closing my eyes
The scent I still desire and find familiar
Even if it really never was

remains,  song.

Author: Grumpy Dwarf
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209578

Silence of song part 24

Matthew heard her blow.
That stroke belonged to her yet.
Passed her by.
Nothing changed until.
Red chill removed a sleeve.

silence,  song.

Author: Leroy J Harris
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209433

A Song for the Unsung For

I rubbed my skin against the morning's water
Whispered through a forest's green
And hushed a running stream

I shot through the fog in a car
And danced with the core of the heat
Lifting blankets and secrets and hopes and dreams

I told him to leave
Conceived in him the idea of perpetual insignificance
Taught him the truth behind meaning

I watched him with his toes curled over the edge
A graduation day
Seeing the glassy water and feeling like a
Martyr, a saint
My hands coaxed him in, my cries scratched his ears
He left the land
Choosing some notion of solitude
Choosing to drift with the tides

I blew the winds fiercer on her
Sending new waves of shudders through her naked body
Flinching with each whip of my winds
She curled tighter up into herself
I beat the sun into her back
I cracked her skin and bled her thirst
I caked dirt into the wounds I left

Desert or Sea?
Burn or Freeze?
Which Hell is harsher?
Will pain make me free?

I ate her after she withered back to dust
I drank his diluted blood

They will die today
And it will mean nothing to tomorrow

song,  unsung.

Author: Lorelei Adams
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209292

A Song


It's two in the afternoon
And I'm nodding my head to a song
That sounds like sitting on a bench
In a park full of cherry blossoms
While you seem to be growing onto
A coming of age.
And there are angels watching over me
From different angles; even though I forget,
They remember that beauty is subjective
And my visuals will be more than a platonic guide
And more of an erotica and a love story
To a different pair of eyes.


It's now two in the morning
And I'm swaying to a song
That reminds me of a humid night
That asks for forgiveness because
It chokes you of air.
It's a dream of God sending guardian angels
To lull you to a slumber sleep
And awaken you to an early morning.
They whisper the language of the Heavens
And as they speak in tongues,
They caress each and every golden strand
On your head.
Ar hyd y nos.


Author: dewdrop
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209249

I wrote a song

I wrote a song for you,
To be something you could relate to...
I wrote it staying up at night
And bled ink till morning light.

My days went by in those lines,
I fell in love, swooning, in those times
A love consuming me the way,
Candle light is devoured by the day...

Then the bad days came and you went away
Without a word, you – who had promised to stay.
My song – half written, with a pen stilled,
A writer's soul – lacking her will.

Then seasons changed and what would you know
He has come, thank goodness you had to go -
I completed that song, half of two men...
Ah! But you are all the same, so what matter, then?

song,  wrote.

Author: Shuyaasha Misra
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208789

Theme song

Money talks that's true
Poverty is known to shout
They say fear is all we need to duck here
You tell yourself
Fuck man
Try going without
That's a horror show
Closed books on forgotten shelves
One day
The script writes itself
Call it common folk
Just another lost light misplaced the original in the mist of a long life
I'm tired
I'm not myself, I've exhausted all my avenues
It's costly to talk like I've given in
I would cross over
If the bridge were lit
I forget my place
I'll fade forgotten once it's my time the world turns
Furies pace
As my head spins, damaging the handwritten art on canvases
I keep a candle lit,
Pen bled remembrance as I brandished it
Hard to stay on a sovereign thought
That's sobering, like running out of private stock
Spilling out you're liquor
The cascade of dreams is where the plot got thicker
Life's always been a bitch, so of course I'm obsessed with her
I was the rarest in the section 8, to take with me both potential and diploma was highlighted gifted in the second grade
Climbing mountains
Pause, explanation is I came up hard so I'll probably fall
And when I'm dead and gone
I leave behind a legacy and indentations on the landing spot
You can record the aftershock
Call it my theme song

song,  theme.

Author: StaticNSage
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208702

Alternative Song For The Severed Head In 'The King Of The Great Clock Tower'

Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?
All those tragic characters ride
But turn from Rosses' crawling tide,
The meet's upon the mountain-side.
A slow low note and an iron bell.

What brought them there so far from their home.
Cuchulain that fought night long with the foam,
What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?
Niamh that rode on it; lad and lass
That sat so still and played at the chess?
What but heroic wantonness?
A slow low note and an iron bell.

Aleel, his Countess; Hanrahan
That seemed but a wild wenching man;
What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?
And all alone comes riding there
The King that could make his people stare,
Because he had feathers instead of hair.
A slow low note and an iron bell.

Author: William Butler Yeats
Date: 05/04/2020