Most Commented Lyric Poems (681)

Do not be afraid my gentle stranger
I could give you the words eternal
but they are as thin lines along the highway
scattered

Do not be afraid my one-time sister
call wild for the season vernal
this mantle on its axis bleeds
serene

Don't trust him, sometimes yourself,
When return I have wanted home.
The one who has thrown this house once,
But again it is knocked under your window.

In what love inconceivable sense
Love not a lodge old idle time.
Whose walls can be bleached anew,
And every time to glaze a window.

Love as fantastic palace,
The fairy tale and to the palace the end has disappeared.
The love is the base monolith,
Will crack, the palace won't resist.

Don't trust him, sometimes yourself,
When the fugitive asks home.
There where ruins in ashes and in blood,
How to revive the palace of former love?

For those of you here, only one that I seek
I write and write, but still no-one will speak
Not a message nor post, not even a critique
Truly it can’t be, because of my physique
I’m using my brain, yes that’s my technique
Hope they all know, that I’m just being sleek
Just because I’m here, does not make me a freak
If anything dear, I’m more like a geek
So one more time, it’s your interest I peek
If I had just one, the world can be less bleak
Give me a chance, let me kiss your cheek
For I want to know, if it makes you weak

Time dosen't wait
But it's never much to late
Give me all your love
And make me feel with my finger, the skies above

Love is the hero, when your life start from zero
Love is the hero, just action and no more biro
Yeah Love is the hero

You don't have time for love, hard to find more excuses
My love can't press you baby, But hell, you tell me I'm your lover
No need no explanations, I can run in any directions but you know

Love is the hero, when your life start from zero
Love is the hero, just action and no more biro
Yeah Love is the hero

He doesn't use a pitch dork
He doesn't have a tail
He comes disguised
as fear and lies,
to remind you when you fail.
He doesn't wear a red suit and he doesn't smell like smoke,
he sneaks around
until he finds your doubt,
and that's where
he makes his home
When he comes for you
all you gotta do,
is take look at the devil
right square in the eye,
tell him,
I have believed you
for the very last time.
Devil I know
you been lying to me,
you do not define me.
All of your power
has been swept away,
your threats are as empty,
as Jesus grave.
So devil go get behind me, because
you do not define me
He knows the ways
that we're different,
how we're tempted
to choose a side.
Takes the beauty
in our diversity,
and will use it
to divide.
And he'll split us over doctrine
Or the color of our skin
And when we fight
with fear and hate
He's the only one who wins.
But when he comes your way
Just put him in his place.
Just take a look at the devil right square in the eye
and tell him
I have believed you,
for the very last time.
Devil, I know you've been lying to me
you do not define me.
All of your power
has been swept away,
your threats are as empty,
as Jesus grave.
So devil go get behind me, because
you do not define me.

midnight, midnight
love calls me out
walking in the neon rain

midnight, midnight
simple thing, simple thing baby
full heart love with no refrain

drive by night
she said drive by night
this world has made it plain

drive by night
she said drive by night
cure my lonely heart again

Mongol was from the beginning
of Human
I was from its matching simplicity
or from its oppressive spirit graft
to Simian
I need Human
Human is for me Mongol
Please marry me as soon as possible
My Love

Summertime, and my liver's easen
Another bottle to the sky
My daddy's gonna risk, my momma's bad cookin'
So hush, little baby, otherwise you will fry

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up stinging
All these mosquitoes, don't help you get by
But when you're scratchin', ain't no-one will claim you
Even daddy and mammy who are standin' by

Two petalled red rose..!

Using your soft lips as a brush
While wet it in the red lipstick you applied on
The artist called love
Has drawn a two petalled red rose
on my neck…!

By: candleinthewind

Your book is
Being opened—
I am in rapture of
Its sensuous delicacy…
Your text is a garden
Left in the sanctuary
Of poetic prose;
Yield the letters
Of your meaning to me…
Let me write verses on
Them with mystic adoration.