Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

'Twas in the darkened shadows,
Which were blacker than the night,
I heard the sounds of howling strong,
Two felines in a fight.

A neighbor from a window shouting.
"That's enough, go home!"
A quiet came upon the night,
And never did I roam.

But 'twas only a few minutes past,
The brawl began again,
And in the eyesight of my mind,
I wondered who would win.

A whine, a howl, a howl a whine,
Went ripping through the air.
'Twas not 'til morning would I know,
Just how the two would fair.

I thought I'd see in early light,
The victor or his foe,
But if 'twas not for the night before.
No signs were left to know.

While trading emails or in chat,
If a joke you tell.
You couldn't hear me laughing so,
I'd have to LOL.

And If the joke was realy good,
The way that I would show,
How funny that I thought it was,
I'd just LMAO.

But if you told me something mean,
That made me wish I'd left,
To show my indignation then,
I'd WTF?

And at the converstation's end,
The chatty way to tell,
The person that you're signing off,
Is to TTYL.

But then there's the old fashioned way,
By far pedating text,
To tell someone just how you feel,
OXOXOX.

You've ran the distance, but you're still in the race
You stayed strong and faced, what you had to face
You held on tight, what else could you do ?
Even when there was nothin' more, worth holdin' onto
Those ones that you once thought, surely knew you best
Are now the very ones, who have put you to the test
So how can they profess to know you, at your core ?
When they don't have a clue, of who you are !
And there's nothing else, that could ever matter more
Than them not even knowing, who you truly are !


You always thought, somehow you could change it all
You kept on standing firm, when you only wanted to fall
You just held on, for what else could you do ?
When all you ever wanted, was a strong arm holdin' you
Those same ones you thought, that surely knew you best
Are the very ones, who can't see, your soul too needs rest
When they don't even know you, at your core
How can they ever really know, just who you are ?
And what else, could ever possibly hurt you more ?
Then them not never, ever knowing, who you are...


Yes, you went the distance, you've came so far
But how can they ever know, just who you are ?

In my eyes, You can be anything,
a Poet or a King.
And though yet a Babe, so very small,
You are the very center of it all.
In my eyes, the sun surely rises-up through you,
as you greet a world so new.
And with each passing day, as I watch you grow,
I pray somehow, you will always know,
In my eyes, you shall forever be,
a most amazing, accomplishment to me.

Waiting is pleasure,
sometimes it makes pain.
Every one have to wait for something,
it gives pleasure and hope.
Hope leads to a long life,
life will make happy to someone.
If you didn’t have any one to wait,
just wait for a good dream,
some times it helps you
to get an unforgettable life in earth.

When did I learn to forget my own heart?
Surely I knew of it when I was small;
For I remember that most pleasant part-
that which can cope with the pain of the fall?

Why did I learn to forget my own mind?
Surely without it I can't even think...
Inside myself, I am left deaf and blind-
while I am steered to the edge, to the brink...

When did I learn to forget my own soul?
Surely I knew of it when I was born...
And who did teach that my innermost goal
should be to ensure that I'm innermost torn?

Why did I learn to forget all those things?
Surely remembrance would better have been…
Sleepwalking slowly through fiery rings
which I'd avoid, if the rings could be seen.

These are my Heart, and my Mind and my Soul-
Surely they only belong but to me;
Share I might, after regaining control-
Out of my own free will, as you see.

...When did I learn to forget my own will...?
Surely, without it I'll never regain
the castle on top of my innermost hill-
All my attempts will be always in vain...

So, I awaken. And slowly I walk
slowly I open my eyes to the light
shining inside me. And slowly I talk-
Say to my self: "See-it will be alright..."

Do I remember? But, surely I do.
Slowly, but surely my memories return;
stronger and stronger, until I can view
The fire which inside my heart still does burn...
(WJB)

The jester is a clever one,
Though a fool, as some may say.
At your expense he has his fun,
With your mind he makes his play.

He will jibe and jape at you,
With his mocking, clever wit.
And he will run you through and through.
With his sword each nerve will hit.

Don't give him the satisfaction,
Of causing your rile to raise.
He'll only take counter-action,
Make another fire to blaze.

So take it on your funny bone,
Allow him to have his fun.
Then later get him all alone,
Shoot him with your widdle gun.

While talking there online last night,
You found that we could play,
Some games while we were gabbing so,
To pass the time away.

Backgammon was too much for us.
At pool we took a shot.
That too proved beyond our ken,
So checkers was our lot.

We got into the game and then,
It turned into such glee,
As if we both were drunk as skunks,
Though not a drop had we.

My moves and jumps and strategies,
All proved to no avail.
Your kings and soldiers overcame.
You soundly whipped my tail.

The game was just a vehicle.
I lost, but did not care.
The fun we had was more than worth,
The beating I took there.

We laughed and giggled, talked some trash.
It really was a ball.
As we grew ever closer there,
While playing on that call.

We both had needed that relief,
From daily drudgery.
A game of checkers brought us both,
Together you and me.

Down here where I live folks take it slow,
"Hurry"'s not a word they understand.
Ev'rything's put off til tomorrow,
Nothing's ever done when it was planned.

Even when they've got something to sell,
When you come to buy, they disappear.
Won't hear from'm for days and then they'll say,
"Waited for you man, but you weren't here."

Starting to adapt, but is that wise?
Becoming one of'm may be mistake.
Will I never get things done on time?
Guess that's just a chance I'll have to take.

Time will tell the tale, I will not change.
Just assume a false identiy.
Need protective coloration here,
It's my life, but it's not really me.

I'd sure like to stop and look around,
Guess that's just goin' to have to wait.
'Cause exploring takes much time, I've found,
And besides I'm running much too late.

A group of girlfriends on vacation,
Find a five story hotel with a sign that reads,
"For Women Only Destination,"
And decide this will serve their current needs.

A good looking bouncer at the door,
Explains to them how the hotel works,
They can choose to stay on any floor,
If they are happy with that floor's perks.

So they go to the first floor but in vain,
For a sign there written in large text,
Says,"All the men here are short and plain,"
They laugh and move up to the next.

The second floor's sign still presents a problem,
And just doesn't satisfy their desire,
The men here are only short and handsome,
So they decide to move to a floor higher.

The third floor's sign reads that the men are tall and plain,
They still want better and with two floors left,
They decide there could be much more to attain,
Surely the next floor won't leave them bereft.

On the fourth floor the sign is more exciting,
All men here are tall and handsome for sure,
They start to go in, it is so inviting,
But wonder what they'll miss on the fifth floor.

They move to the fifth floor and read the sign,
"There are no men here," it states with caution,
For the floor was built only to define,
That there is no way to please a woman!