Example #1:
A River Flows
A gentle river flows
In the valley below
A gentle river flows
Where blue carnations grow
On the shores of
heartache
In the valley below
where loves dreams re-awake
with the passing seasons
on the shores of heartache
no
one knows the reasons
loves heart will beat once more
with the passing seasons
on this lone distant shore
where
sadness is lifted
loves heart will beat once more
when the spirits shifted
A gentle river flows
where sadness
is lifted
A gentle river flows
Copyright © 2003 Crystal Rose
Example #2:
September
September, drifting in with glow of moon,
You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves.
In guise of fire,
then Fall comes all too soon.
Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves.
The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues.
You
stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves.
In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse.
For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze.
The hills and woodlands
then reflect new hues.
Though warmth may linger through your final days,
old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong!
For as you pass,
the trees are set ablaze.
September, you’re a melancholy song.
Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk!
Old sun is waning,
yet he still seems strong.
October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque.
September, drifting in with glow of moon,
though time be short,
you paint a brilliant dusk.
In guise of fire, then Fall comes all too soon.
Copyright © 2006 Andrea Dietrich