Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

In the realm of so many words,
I stumble and fumble, lost in the blur,
But when I catch a glimpse of your tender face,
All my eloquence fades, I'm left without a trace.

And in the quiet moments, when the world falls away,
I hope you'll always hear, the words I don't say,
For sometimes the silence speaks louder than sound,
In the language of love, where true hearts are found.

So let's revel in the spaces that words cannot hold,
as we find a deeper meaning in what is untold,
For in the unspoken whispers, our connection is found,
my words may fail me but my heart's song is loud.

life can be bitter
life can be sweet
life is what u make it
every single week.

undoubtedly life has changed with covid-19
i think u know what i mean
once we were free to do as we please
now we are confined bcuzz of this disease.

i do believe we will overcome this obstacle
and rise again to a pinnacle
it is a constant battle
but it is one we have to tackle head on.

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

What’s the holdup? What’s taking so long?
I don’t have all day you know.
Let’s get this done whilst I’m still young,
‘Cause I‘ve got places to go.

Holdup! Wait a minute! What d’you think you’re doing?
That ain’t what I came here for.
What you’re suggesting is wishful thinking,
So I’ll see myself out the door.

This a holdup! Give me all you got.
Don’t bother to scream or run.
I’ve seen what you got, and you’ve got a lot.
I’m just helping myself to some.

There are days when you cry
though not a single tear
does not run down the cheek.
There are words
that are born in bitterness,
though they will never be said.
There are moments
of great loneliness
although it is full of people.
There are cloudy days,
full of rain
and one would like
to sink into their streams.
There is a time
when you want to find yourself
but don't know where to look.

Chrysalis
never thinks of herself as a beauty
but she knows that
what will become
inevitable.
She's waiting
until the right time comes
pupation time.
Chrysalis
will never impress with its appearance
no one will look
at her any longer
poets will not write about her.
She's waiting.
Metamorphoses
are an element of existence.

And like an eagle feathers white
I will float
high in the air
under the black canopy
studded with jewels
the dreams of all

And like an eagle feathers white
such soft beating wings
under the light of the moon
I will guard you

And like an eagle feathers white
someday you will understand
what "love" is
while I sing
to chase away stormy winds
so that forever
your smile
can warm my heart


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This place is packed!
People waiting outside in the cold
People waiting inside stacked
This overcrowding is getting old!
Then my name is called out
I got a table
It's hard to hear as the people shout
I hope my waiter is able
We get the chicken fried steak
Cinnamon butter roll
Seems someone made a mistake
Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal
Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve
I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device
I just didn't have the nerve
I should have asked for more than rice
So I'll go home
Next week I'll be back
To Texas Roadhouse I will roam
To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack

That woman took a bite outta me,
As if I knew she could,
"Your songs are nothing but poetry,"
"And none of them are no good!",
"Sit in front of that computer, you see,"
"If you want to eat,"
"Later, ask your son if you can come play,"
"In your land of make believe,"-

I just wanna be....,

So, I went over to the high school,
To play some of my shit,
Until the principal himself approached me,
And told me I had to quit,
"You're scaring the Hell outta of the kids!"
"They're starting to look deranged!"
And has they gathered around for my autograph,
This is what they said,-

They want me to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star,

By the time I made it back home,
I received a phone call,
It was the preacher from the First Presbyterian Church!,
If I would play at the county ball?,
"Sure," I said,
"Let me gather my gear and all would be well,"
And when I got on the stage,
I played Alice Cooper Goes To Hell!,-

I need to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star

A recording scout spotted me!,
"Let's hit the studio!"
But that woman was with me at that time,
And she said, "Hell no!",
She told me to go back to the house,
"You know you are too old,"
But I already signed the contract,
Now I'm a god of Rock-n-Roll!,

What am gonna be?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!
Cantcha, cantcha see?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!

When I look at the window
stray clouds are starting to argue.
The heavy rain is crying with tears
washing the windows of my memories.
When I look at the window
fuzzy faces from the past
are rolling in my head
I can't forget them.
When I look at the window
I hang in the reflection of the face
which I know and seems alien.
When I look at the window
my days are leaking
through a sieve with large holes.
When I look at the window ...