Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

You used to make me feel beautiful,
You used to say I am wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you,
You say I look like a used broom.

You smile to everyone but me,
You praise the look of every girl but mine,
Because I'm already next to you
You let me down...

You do not treat me like a lady at all,
You do not let me feel I'm special,
You said "we are just friends", and wall,
That heavy wall apparted us at once.

I never be "just" somebody to anyone,
I know how unique I am,
I know every word or look of mine
Brings difference and makes a day.

You used to make me feel beautiful
You used to say I'm wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you
You let me down...

Getting closer in time,
Getting closer in mind.
Although we're far apart,
You've invaded my heart.

When we meet, you and me,
We will finally see.
That when push comes to shove,
We are really in love.

Though it's not happened yet,
In my mind it is set.
And on that fateful day,
It will happen this way.

When together that night,
When I hold you so tight,
Heart to heart loin to loin,
Soul to soul we will join.

On lonely days such vacant space,
An empty chair, no warm embrace,
Her smile no more my life to grace,
The loss inflicts much pain.

Still haunted by the happy days,
Fond memories a smoky haze,
Warm seaside walks in sunshine rays,
Now all I feel is rain.

Those magic times I fondly miss,
When we enjoyed our lovers bliss,
I yearn a single fleeting kiss,
We join no longer twain.

In quietude a lonely prayer,
That hope won't wither to despair,
Across my eyes a vacant stare,
Peers out my window pane.

Time slowly helps my mood improve,
On with my life I've tried to move,
But wistful thoughts I can't remove,
Where lost love left a stain.

A candle flickers in the hall,
It faintly glows should e're she call,
Just once more to my heart enthrall,
I'm waiting here in vain.

Let’s listen to the silence – it’s important,
We lose so often great and special moments.
Just look at sky – it’s full of dreams and light,
And our lives – significant and bright.

Keep quiet and listen to new baby born,
And look at growing smiling happy corn,
And flying bird with little pretty wings,
And blowing wind and running river rings.

Its time to live – not time for tears, sorrows,
Its time to feel – right now and not tomorrow.
There is no past or future, there is present,
And we r all not lonely but – Together!!!

As a child I recall such horrible visions...
Staring at four corners of the room in my prison...
Spirits would appear in such abhorrent conditions...
And torment me, I felt no choice, yet made my decision...

Lacking toys that normal children play with as kids...
A broken mirror, most pieces clear, I formed a crude sphere...
What was I to do?......I longed for light in the dark...
A spark of thought, I do recall, I'd lost all my fears...

I summoned several Demons through a process of prayers...
They dared me to surrender on invisible chairs...
Then handed me a laser and said...'child don't fear'...
'Just point the light, into the shards, no need to be scared'...

As light reflected into the first piece of sharp glass...
It's speed continued to proceed....it went very fast...
It traveled from one broken piece, then into the next...
Complex it was, the Demons knelt.....'Twas Satan at last...

'Confused' is not a word that I would use to describe...
The feelings that the Devil made me feel deep inside...
He offered me some candy in exchange for my soul...
His goal was done, Lucifer won, a fallen Angel's Son.....

Ev'ryone seems to have answers,
But speaking for me I have none.
Naked to all, I take chances,
Just try to survive and have fun.

Purpose in life has been living,
While doing no one any harm,
Once in a while maybe giving,
Somebody a hand or an arm.

Seeking the truth, staying open,
To other's suggestions and thoughts,
Although it is blather most often,
The answers still need to be sought.

If your beliefs and convictions,
Lead you to share them with me,
I'll give them my full attention,
With a mind that's open and free.

If you be Christian or pagan,
I'll listen, but don't be deceived.
I won't dispute your conviction,
But that doesn't mean I'll believe.

I sit here in a darkened car,
With three small ones at my side,
All huddled in blankets escaping cold's spar.
Lack Of Money 's the train that we ride.

This train someday will halt its wheels.
A destination will come to pass.
Having boxes with more than just love for our meals,
And bags just full of faith in our grasp.

So in the tunnels of the deepest despair,
Three smiles appear to me.
All warmed with hope that can't compare,
This trip strengthens internally.

We play an imagination game,
And stories we tell out loud,
Of the future's treasures we soon will claim.
On departure, we'll stand right proud.

So when this train stops and we depart,
Like with most trips, we'll all have learned,
Life's journeys are lessons to make us smart,
For our wings we have to earn.

Psychology can mislead you,
Make you sometimes read too much.
Often just taking face value,
Can be read simply as such.

I am not that complicated,
Although women think me so.
What I say is simply stated,
I'm just telling what I know.

An inflection or expression,
May be only random chance,
And can give a wrong impression,
Though it's only happenstance.

So please hear what I am saying,
Just my words and what they mean,
And don't try to insert meaning.
My lines have no inbetween.

I like to slack off
I really do
I brownnose the boss
And compliment him too
My coworker are so jealous
Of all the work I don't do
They don't know the game like I do
Cause I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
Morale is low and I know why
Cause I'm always in the bathroom
They have to do their work and mine
I don't care cause I make the most pay
It's not how hard you work but who the boss likes
That's why I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
That's right
I'm going to the bathroom I love

Why can't i walk down a street
...free of suggestion?

Is the body my only trait
... in the eye's of men?
Within the eyes of man

Well I've got some skin
Do you want to look in
Cause Ive got some

There lays no reward
...in what you discover
You spent yourself boy
...watching me suffer
Suffer your words
Suffer your eyes
Suffer your hands
Suffer your interpretation
...of what it is
of what it is to be a man

Well I've got some skin
Do you want to look in
Cause I've got some