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Best Poems About / On SONG
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two hearts and a song
two hearts and a song
morning so beautified
mourning
hum the harmony for humanity
like this truly like this
writing in the wind, calling the wind
a man like you are for men
you said two hearts a song
and created and composed
many a songs
many a hearts
its purely for all that hearts
that can beat for you
peace through love
and
love through peace
if love is two hearts and a song
I may be torn
I may be lovelorn
Amidst we
I...
Global festival of human songs
Try singing these and smile
Hum even if the songs has broken rhythm
The Ragas of life
Why carry a broken heart
I may be playing the broken flute
Its not only the two hearts and a song
But for many a hearts that hums
I believe
I shall sing on these lovesongs for lovely people.
Songs not yet shaken
For love knows its own unlimitedness
open-endedness
lovita j r morang
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Please Not Another Love Song
Please not another love song.
Pease no more baby,
Baby I need you.
Honey honey
I love you.
Please no more.
We all know the truth,
We all know how people leave us.
Just please not another love song.
We all know it's a lie how people are always there for us.
Then they turn their backs and we will be stuck with that love song.
So please no more songs that involve love.
Please no more sugar sugar your the only one in my eyes.
Sweetie, sweetie I want to me with you.
Just please not another love song.
We all know what happens at the end,
We get a heartache while the stupid love songs are on the radio. Please, Please no more.
No more songs about love
Cause we all know the end of the story.
We will be in pieces.
Please Please no more Sunshine, Sunshine
Your my sunshine,
Or no more Hunnybun, Hunnybun I am sticked to you.
We all know there's not a happy ending.
So just please not another love song.
Our hearts cannot take another.
We all know how the nightmare begins.
We'll be happy,
Then you'll go break our hearts.
While we'll listen to that love song.
So please, please no more love songs.
No more hun, hun I need to be with you.
We all know the truth about these love songs.
Please no more sunsflower, sunflower your my only sun.
Please not another love song
Cause we don't need to get hurt then listen to a sappy love song.
We all know the truth.
So therefore please not another love song.
Makayla Straight
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Song of love
You are the flower
That shines when the sun rises.
You are the dews that makes
Roses shine like diamonds.
You are the fresh scent
From flowers in mid-spring.
You are the waves that wash
Away my tears,
My sorrows, and
My heartaches.
You...
You...
You are the precious gift.
You make big deep rivers,
Shallow and narrow.
You sing victorious songs,
Inspirational songs,
Pride restoration songs,
Songs of beauty and dignity.
You sing songs of love,
Whispering those romantic
Words into my ears..
Singing...
Singing...
Singing songs of love.
You are the angel from
Heaven to this heart-shaped earth.
You are the innocent
Butterfly with two crimsons..
You are the honey-bird
Which sings honey-songs.
Incomparable beauty...
Indisputable beauty...
Unforgettable beauty...
Irresistible dark, yes dark beauty.
Sing this song for me,
Sing,
Song of love and happiness.
What can i do to deserve you?
What can i say to convince you?
Which song can i sing to impress you?
Which can i?
Which?
How can i say it in the love song?
How can i?
How?
Bite me with your charming smile,
Insult me with this song.
Sing it for me babe,
Sing it,
Song of love and happiness.
Song of love.
Siyabonga A nxumalo
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When I Will Sing My Own Song
A time may come when i'll sing my own song,
And that time is coming fast.
I'll sing my own song,
Perhaps a lyrical song coloured with joy,
And maybe a dirge bursting with sorrow
A time will come then i'll sing my own song,
A song in praise of fallen heroes,
A song in huge honour of hunger
A song for incessant insecurity,
A song of unemployment.
One thing i don't know
Is whether the church will sing to this song,
And dance to its tunes, or make it
A song for offering of offerings
I don't know whether to make it secular;
If it be ungodly, perhaps it may be a hit.
When i'll sing my own song
Children will hop over hills in awe;
Mothers will sing its tune mutely,
And fathers will remain unsure whether to join
Not long, i will sing a song.
I will sing to my own song,
Then the world know i desired peace,
And love, and accord.
Then the world will know
I'm tired of wanton carnages,
And famines that breed hunger,
And being quagmired by floods,
And being mixed in hysteria
Of dirty and ethnical politics!
When i'll sing my own song,
I know it'll be long overdue.
It may never be heard anywhere
It may remain deep rooted within my heart;
Or i may never have money
To pay for its acceptance by the people!
Eric Lungai
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