Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

YOU CAN FEEL REAL LOVE FROM KISS

KISS OF LOVE, KISS OF FAKE

KISS OF SPLIT

KISS OF WILDDERNESS

KISS OF SATISFACTION

KISS OF LONELYNESS

BUT KISS IS WONDERFUL FEELING

FORGET ABOUT YOURSELF

REAL FEELING IS SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU

Moonglow Beach
She is beautiful lying naked in crumpled sheet's
I’m in synch with her heartbeat as she whispers in her sleep
I wish I could live within her dream's
I'd always be there when she needs a soothing hand or gentle sqeeze
One last kiss before I drift away
The taste of her lips so sweet follows me into the deep

I am just a savage beast but She's a goddess on Moonglow Beach

Beneath amber skys of destiny
The sun is Sinking into the sea pointing fingers accusingly
I yearn for her like the moon yearns for the waves
We make love upon the beach under stars just out of reach
Our rythem's match the ocean's gentle sway
OH, How It longs to rest upon the bay where dolphins come to dance and play

Lost in time, Beyond all reach, on the shore's of Moonglow Beach

Is this all some mad god's scheme
Are we all just wants and need's, all of us just thoughts and dreams
And If it all hangs by a fraying strand
Will we fall hand in hand and have the strength to rise again
For this is all I pray
Let her allway's be my friend, even when the world end's

Bridge
Nothing lasts but earth and sky where angels dance and devils cry
So Let's dance untill the final song, we're here today but not for long
I'll meet her where It all Began, I'll find my way too her again
We'll go back and never leave, back to those shore's of Moonglow beach

Lost in time, beyond all reach, on the shore's of Moonglow Beach
repeat fade

(c) 2009
Keith Winterbottom

Its's true i joined to find a date
Mailing,blogging,patient wait
Somewhere out there,that's my girl
Lovely and kind,a treasured pearl
She's not a dream,she must be real
Intellectual,not just speil
Are you there,or am i wrong
Come on Dave,try to be strong
Lovely lady,are you there
Drop me a line,if you've time to spare
I can but stress,i'm a wonderfull man
Check my stats,this isn't spam
I'll wait your letter,eagerly so
Thats my case,it's time to go
saxonnumber1

The economy sucks, no prospects found,
An' I ain't never stooped to robbery.
I'd be doin' all right, yeah mighty fine,
If I could only win the lottery.

Ain't got no job or even a car,
Unemployment checks are history.
It'd be okay, be a brand new day,
If I could only win the lottery.

I'd buy a big house and a fancy yacht,
Repay debts and my friends and family.
Every minute would be liesure time,
If I could only win the lottery.

I buy a few tickets every week,
So I'm doin' my part as you can see.
Wish the idjits would pick the right numbers,
So I could fin'lly win the lottery.

All I want is Time.
Time with you by my side.
but everything's denied.
And I live on with this pain inside.

I see you on the street.
A friend by each of your sides.
You stop and say 'hi'.
But it's something that I fantasize.

When the night gets cold.
I dream I have you to hold.
I love this warmth that's inside.
I wake and find I cant have what's not mine

Everything upside down.
And I just want to know what its like
To have you around.

In humid gloom
she weaves her doom;

by moon's faint rays,
she spins to lay

her silken trap
of which one snap

will bring to naught
what she has sought:

namely a fly
that has to die

so that it can
perfect her plan.

Flawless her art,
weaving one part

of subtlest doom
in fetid gloom.

It's always too hot or too cold,
And if the real truth should be told,
While climate is what we expect,
Just weather is all we can get.

Why must it be always extremes,
With seldom the nice inbetweens?
Dollar sized hail, tornadoes wail,
Too wet or too dry without fail.

The creeks and the rivers they run,
So someone up north's getting some.
Here it's so dry, water bill's high,
There's not enough moisture to cry.

I long for the mildness of spring,
Or relief that autumn can bring.
Summer is long, winter prolonged,
Should it be a parka, or thong?

WHEN YOUR LIVEIN IN A WHITE FENCE HOUSE....STOP THROWIN TRASH IN MY YARD...PARKIN MY FORD EXPLORE...DON'T HIT IT GETTING MY MAIL-DO STOP DELIVER AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO INJOY LIFE WITH OUT THE HATEIN ....WE PLAY AROUND MY HOUSE WITH THE WHITE FENCE AND WE PIC UP TRASH IN EACH OTHER YARD AND COMEIN DOWN THE STREET BE CAREFUL NO TO HIT ANY THING OR ANY ONE AND MAKE SURE IF THE PERSON NEXT DOOR IS NOT AT HOME YOU WILL EXCEPT MAIL FOR THEM......AND WE ALL JUST STOP PLAYIN THE HATER'S GAME THAT'S NO LIFE -TO LIVE....PEACE !

The tunnel in front of me
opens the mouth of darkness
attracts like a magnet.
I sink into the abyss with a lunatic step
and let myself sway to sleep.
I look through the slides of my life
frame by frame
memories burst a painful
stinging chest.
A bright lamp that is still burning in me
slowly fades,
drowned in waves of despair.
This tunnel has no way out.

We marched to the fore,
With bravery and might,
Hopes of wining battle,
But our hopes were out of sight.

The fight hard and long,
swords and spell clashed in the dark,
with the echoes of defeat,
weighing heavy on our hearts.

We fought with all we had,
But the enemy was strong,
And as our numbers dwindled,
We found all hope had gone.

The cost of war is high,
And now we pay the price,
As the echoes of defeat,
Resound in our hearts tonight.

So mourn lost sisters and brothers,
And grieve for what was done,
let the echoes of defeat,
Remind us what's been won.

Never forget the fallen,
Their sacrifice' won't be in vain,
we'll fight with all our might,
To make their memory's remain.

As we march towards the future,
We'll remember what went before,
As the echoes of defeat,
Spur us on to win the war.