Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

oh how I miss talking with you ,now that your gone I feel so far away, what's is the price for love is really money diamonds or gold, or filling someone's heart with joy and touching there soul ,creating memories that last forever, I guess those time are gone, hanging on to on to dreams that never come true I wonder if it is really faith or chance you find that one person in this life I guess that's a price you pay, when your gone .....

I think I love thee
With the violence of a storm
And the grasp of a bird of prey
- With the ardor of a consort.

I love thee in such a way
That the bowels of my being
- Like an incandescent volcano – are ablazed
With the fire of passion.

I love thee as purely as a child – amazed
By the great light of the sun
Over the crests of the waves
- As the one who aspireth for Heaven.

Like a prayer at dawn
I love thee, so serene
And calm and silent.

I think I love thee
More than the cicadas hanker for the summer...
As a flower blooming in the morning
- Naked – bathed by the dew of the night, I whisper for the touch of thine hands.

I love thee with all my soul
And all my pride...
To the length and breadth
And width
Of the universe.

In the lines of a verse
I love thee
With all my strength
And breath and life.
With the allegiance
Of a priest worshipping at night.

I think I love thee
With all the poetry of the world
And the joy which filleth every heart.
From the mountain highest

I love thee
From the bottom of the sea
And the deepest valley
- In an unutterable way...
And if God may,
Thou too, shalt love me.

You have stolen my heart away
I beg you let my heart close to you stay

If you dont want it please
then my heart release

My heart been borken before
It cant take much more

How will i ever tell you
that i already love you

I'm the sun in your eyes, but you don't see me, I wear no disguise yet you don't see me. I'm a total surprise and you don't see me... You don't see me.

Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince,
Good looking and ever so kind was he,
One day while out hunting unicorns by chance,
There crying by creek bank, he met an old lady.

Getting off his charger, he asked what ailed her so,
She said she just needed to get back home,
But the creek was swollen and bridges too far to go,
The water cold and muddy just made her moan.

The Prince simply told her to dry her tears now,
He would carry her across most gently,
Though she was as fat and heavy as an old cow,
And smelt quite putrid, incidentally.

Reaching the other side showed his care for another,
She smiled and laughed at his great kindness,
Then she transformed herself to a fairy godmother
And granted him a wish for his noble fineness.

Spying his grand stallion, the Prince made quick recourse,
He asked this strange, mystical godmother fair,
If he could have genitals just like his horse,
The wish granted, she vanished into thin air.

Back at court, the Prince just loved his new gear,
He was besieged by many a lady's endeavour,
But the news of it soon reached the King's ear,
And he too went in search of the fairy godmother.

The King while hunting found an old lady by a creek,
He carried her over and she became godmother, of course,
She asked the King gratefully, what wish he would seek,
And he told her he wanted genitals like his horse.

However, the King had been riding a mare that day,
But it wasn't a complete disaster,
The King and the Prince got married straight away,
And lived happily ever after!

Last night, I looked up into the stars and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars.

T here by the lighthouse embraced by the mist,
H eaving up eastward is the pride of your ship,
E ntagled, the seagrass will tell you the myths of a

S ailer who solely conquers the deep
A reas of your thoughts, daring your navy. The
I les and the rocks to beware: she’s a
L ady.

O f advantage deprived and of a
F ortunate star, she navigates

C rests, exploring your heart
O ver and over without a compass.
L eaving her fate on the lines of your past,
O mitting maps and
R ules too obscure, she happily

W recks in your arms and securely
H eaves the vessel upwards the ninth wave.
I rresistable passion makes her so brave
T hat it is frightened when she turns to your core and
E motively finds her promised shore.

Far away in the tropical waters of the Caribbean,
Were two prawns named Justin and Christian,
They loved swimming around and being larks,
But were constantly harassed by hungry sharks.
Finally one day, Justin fed up and forlorn,
Told his mate he was sick of being a prawn.
“I wish I was a shark and couldn’t be beaten,
Then I wouldn’t have to worry about being eaten.”
A mysterious cod appeared out of the dark,
And turned Justin into a great big shark.
Christian now fearful of being tempting bait,
Quickly swam away from his once good mate.
Time passed and now Justin was bored and alone,
When his friends saw him they scurried off home,
Justin soon realised that his appearance outright,
Was now the cause of his unhappy plight.
One day while swimming alone in his domain,
He encountered the mysterious cod again,
He begged to be changed from his menacing shark form,
And lo and behold he once again became a prawn.
With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes,
He went and bought cocktails for all the prawn guys,
(Ah! You might be thinking prawn cocktails in this verse,
Is the punch line…but no… believe me… it’s worse).
Looking around the gathering amongst reef and coral,
He couldn’t see Christian, his dear old frightened pal.
“Where’s Christian,” he frantically sought,
And was told he was at home and very distraught.
Looking to put things right again and to make amends,
He shouted through Christian’s door that they should be friends.
“No way man,” said Christian, who had grown so much thinner,
“You’re a shark! I won’t be tricked into being your dinner.
Justin replied, “No I’m not…I’ve learnt my lesson,
I’ve found Cod. I’m a Prawn again, Christian!”

Everyone chooses for itself
Woman, religion, road;
To serve a devil or the prophet,
Everyone chooses for itself
Everyone chooses on itself
The word for love and for a prayer.
Sword for duel, a sword for fight
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses on itself
Board and armor, staff and patches,
Measure of final payment
Everyone chooses on itself
Everyone chooses for itself.
I choose too — as I am able.
To anybody no claims I have.
Everyone chooses for itself

Hurricane Michael sending rain down
All this bad weather is like the IT clown
Somebody must be behind all this mess
Who is responsible?
I can only guess
Is it the government seeding clouds?
Is it all the global warming from too many cows?
Belching methane out of their cuds and their behinds
I just wish we could find some way to rewind
When there wasn't so many doing so wrong
Driving their CO2 producing cars
Trying to turn this planet into Mars