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Frustration fills my soul, As I search for something whole, Something missing, something true, Something that I only find in you. But you are far away, Living your life day by day, And though I try to go on, My heart can't help but feel forl
H E A R T A C H E I S G O N E The weight that once held me down, Now lifted, I'm no longer bound, The pain that once consumed my heart, Has faded, and I have a new start. The memories that once brought me pain, Are now jus
Without relationship i think this world won't exist That's why i appreciate every friendship its the most beautiful thing between families,friends and colleagues Embrace your friendship!!????
The poem/song I wrote is complicated, yet; understandable. I grew up in the Army traveling from one state to the next, so by the time I hit my teenage years I came to realize that I was/am a loner! I really never belonged or fit in anywhere. The girls liked me and the boys wanted to fight me!! lol Til one day in December of 1988, I met this girl, she was 16 and I was 18; and from that point on life gave purpose! The word loner no longer existed. Unfortunatly, over the span of 30 years being together our love lost it's luster. A little over a year ago she told me she no longer loved, nor; wanted me anymore and that she's felt that way for a long time. When I talked of future travels out of state and perhaps living there for awhile, her thought of travels are to the mailbox! lol
I want to date, and then I don't...Will it happen?
When I met you first To love you was my thirst I love in such a way That none has a word to say But see the greatest lover on his way To meet his partner in the bay Birds fly high and days roll by But I stand here dusk and dawn
It's a long journey And a hard fate. There is no elevator going back. Falls and take-offs again! I play my life Like plaing music notes. I never stop by staircases And floors. Only one way ticket. There is no choice, Questions and answe
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Just a little fanciful confection for consideration
Country song...
Wandering and Lost
Heavy Metal
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It is about the differing results of how we react to a warning.
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Song I wrote...I can see the 1%er's in a board meeting somewhere discussing their fiendish plan...
Song... Sometimes... longing for a love that was, You forget all the bad and only remember the good...
A hacker has come to cohabit my flat controlling whatever I do Regrettably too and on top of all that wherever I go it comes too Since it arrived and infected my thinking my life has been truly debased to where I’ve practically doubled my dri
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If I was your man I would help you stand I would hold you up and pull you out your sinking sands And I know its hard for you to trust a man But if I'm anyone, I'm the one you truly can I know you got your walls And girl, I understand You ta
Wanna put my arms around you Gathering you in Till I can feel your heartbeat Pressed against my skin I will draw you even closer Never letting go, So forever feel me holding My arms around your soul. (Chorus) I can hear you now I can se
In our lives we will make billions of decisions, thousands every day. Each has the potential to forever change our lives. So be wise as Solomon, don't let things get you down, and enjoy the journey Down Life's Road.
Most poems I title after they're written. But I've carried this title, and idea, around for days not receiving the words to express it.
In England, they talk about having your heart on your sleeve... in France we talk about having your heart on the edge of your skin.. à fleur de peau... which is kind of difficult to translate... on the edge doesn't give credit to it.. but the idea is there.. just underneath the surface.. I say I wear my heart on my skin.. kinda combination of both languages I guess... Anyway... I like the text.. I made a nice blues out of it!
This is actually lyrics for a song I wrote for a female friend going through a tough time. Begins with -I can tell you things...... and then- You can tell me things... A symbolizing of an open communication of the heart between friends
What may haunt us inside or outside of ourselves? This is one that just ‘came to me’- you know, the muse came to visit for a while. The setting is ‘walking through the spooky ole woods alone’ but I think there’s more to the story. What do you think? And this also evolved to become a song.
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
I was feeling suicidal a few hours ago, and these lyrics just popped in my head. It made me smile, so I jotted them down
I dream about your lips, I dream about your white body, When your mouth was giving me the kiss, I’ve been totally with you forever glady When I felt you to me so near, And you so sweet words whispered to me, I’ve been lost in love - oh my
I feel you like a flower from the meadow, I hear you like a silence of the winter’s night, for my dreams you are my small pillow, I look to all by new another sight You are my poem from a book, I must read it every day, I’m your shy, litt
My heart overflows by you, you run from my eyes like a tears, your charm, beauty, love always - I knew, will destroy my sadness and heavy fears I desire for you without frontiers, I feel your lips forever on mine, your voice sounds so s
You are on the sky my little moon, In the darkness, which covered my mind, but I feel the morning behind horizon, this dark makes my so blind My reason protects my heart, its eyes look so distant, sometimes the times are so hard, sometimes
I feel you so near me, And I don’t know why, So far over high mountains, over wide blue ocean, Did you come to me from the sky? I’d want it’d to be deep of my living soul, I’d want it would to be a nice place, For your long, sweet walking
~ For the Children ~ Children's Ditty!
the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up all the stories in her mind
It is about someone in crisis within themselves, and pretending to everyone that they are okay.
When someone who does not know how to express love has children, they pass that inability on to their child. This coupled with knowing how things can go wrong in life, creates a fear of closeness in that child because already being fragile generates the resignation of feeling like any loss will be to much to take.
Operating from love instead of fear.
I agree with these comments about your unique way of telling Mr. Cafe that he'd better have 'some' stored away.... I'm busting my trousers in laughter once again.... "THIS" is why I LOVE POET'S CORNER!!!!!!!...
online today!Thank you Martina. Decided to do a series of poems based on advent month's weekly candles: Hope, Peace, Joy and Love. Kathy...
Thanks for the comments Morgen ...........much appreciated regards n61...
Thank you dear poets for u comments....
online today!Just awesome my friend.. Keep them pouring, will you? Take care Laura......
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