Most Liked Lyric Poems (681)

Love doesn’t need eyes
It’s only heart enough
Doesn’t need wealthy
What with authority
Love in your heart, will teach you sincerity

Love wouldn’t care less about
It’s enough the feel exist
Wouldn’t care with class
Or also with race
Love in your heart, will scrap disparity

Love is not a dream
It’s enough loving and affectionate
Without memory
Or hope
Love in your heart, will give a serenity

Perhaps you don’t realize,
This gift is beautiful

Get started to try to experience
Life will be wonderful

When someone uses violence,
To control another's life.
It causes lack of confidence,
Be it daughter, son or wife.

All the anger and frustration,
Can build up inside of you.
Til your desp'rate situation,
May lead you to vi'lence too.

It is often carried forward,
To the children of abuse.
Who then point the finger backward,
Use their parents as excuse.

But you always have your choices,
On this long and winding road.
You can listen to those voices,
Or just choose to change your mode.

You can stand up to that bully,
And thus remove his power.
Even though you realize fully,
It could be your final hour.

All the courage you can manage,
Will just barely be enough,
But you can control the damage,
And prove you're of stronger stuff.

So be kind to those who love you,
So that love may come to you.
Just don't let your demons shove you,
And to thine own self be true.

High school sweethearts, from Sweden they'd gone.
He moved to New York, she came later on.
They moved to L. A. and built life for two.
When they reached the age, retired near you.

No children they had, but a dog instead.
And after some years, knew he'd soon be dead.
They couldn't leave him home alone, and so,
On seperate vacations, they had to go.

For the first time, since crossing the pond,
They traveled alone, though still had their bond.
He didn't say, just where she had went,
But for the first time, he'd sleep in a tent.

And so for a week, he'd hike and he'd camp.
No worries, two guides would be leading the tramp.
Expensive it was, but well worth the price,
This wasn't a thing he'd be doing twice.

When two worlds collide,
There's mayhem far and wide.
Equators and poles,
Explode with gaping holes.

In orbits sublime,
We've spun through space and time.
Not knowing one day,
This crash would come our way.

Now pending events,
Will end our ignorance.
But surely, it's true,
We will collide, we two.

On that fateful day,
Will true love come our way?
Will this be our start?
I pray with all my heart...

Psychology can mislead you,
Make you sometimes read too much.
Often just taking face value,
Can be read simply as such.

I am not that complicated,
Although women think me so.
What I say is simply stated,
I'm just telling what I know.

An inflection or expression,
May be only random chance,
And can give a wrong impression,
Though it's only happenstance.

So please hear what I am saying,
Just my words and what they mean,
And don't try to insert meaning.
My lines have no inbetween.

Tomorrow holds so much promise,
May be great but you never know...
Will she be glad when she sees this?
Does wishing ever make it so?

Will she be pleased with how I look?
Oh why'd I have to cut my hair?
Will she enjoy the things I cook,
And what about my underwear?

I know it's insecurity,
But I just cannot help it, my sweet dear.
And yet in all sincerity,
Will you still love me when you're here?

My greatest hope and dearest wish,
Is that we will be our best friends,
And each tender loving dish,
Will make a meal that never ends.

Freinds and lovers, bound together,
Free enslavement, entered gladly.
My one hope is love forever,
I can't help it, love you madly.

People killing people,
And grownups raping kids.
The sickness and disease,
This country's on the skids.

The money is all gone,
I wonder where it went.
So after paying bills.
There's nothing to be spent.

The price of gas is high,
The cost of living too.
So many unemployed,
Just what are we to do?

You can't walk down the street,
Without a gun and knife.
Just hope to make your car,
And lock it for your life.

Hate to be a downer,
But these things are all known.
Just hope the powers that be,
Might throw us down a bone.

So help your fellow man,
He needs it much as you.
And lend a helping hand,
For you may need one too.

A single mom at age fifteen,
A mind of her own, entire.
When women's lib came on the scene,
No changes were required.

She raised her daughter up to be,
Equally independent.
In ev'ry way, I have to say,
She was her mom's descendant.

She didn't like the "Grandma" name,
Being only thirty-five.
So Gan-gan was the name she chose,
When her first grandchild arrived.

She worked at jobs for other folks,
No time to be romantic.
My first memory of her work,
Shipping vitamins organic.

Her only child raised up and wed,
She started her own bus'ness.
And quite successful was she too,
To that I am a witness.

Chiropractors phones she answered,
Black phones with dials dismounted.
She never missed a call for them,
The only thing that counted.

Twice a year she would take time off
At Christmas and Thanksgiving.
On Black Friday, go downtown,
To do our Christmas shopping.

The window decorations charmed,
Our little eyes with wonder.
We'd stop and stare in rapt delight,
As the crowds around would thunder.

On streetcars we would make the trip,
Those special times with Gan-gan.
And memory still melts my heart,
Even now as an old man.

Could not believe what I had seen,
All the horror and the killing.
How could anyone so cruel have been?
As if lives weren't worth a shilling.

But for each of those who destroyed,
A hundred heroes rose to save.
Ev'ry art and skill they employed,
Making sacrifices so brave.

Risking life and limb they went in,
To do ev'ry thing that they could.
And battles with death they did win,
As we always knew that they would.

And let us not ever forget,
The other victory that day.
Those who decided not to let,
The mad destroyers have their way.

Those heroic souls who fought back,
May they live on in memory.
The brave ones who thwarted attack,
Of United ninety-three.

The mourning came but never went,
It's going on to this day.
But in this war we'll not relent,
Nor let terror have its way.

A little buzz can make your day,
Give your spirit quite a lift.
A rose cloud on all you survey,
As realities you shift.

So, illegal though it may be,
I will exercise my rights,
To injest me some THC,
And give in to fancy's flights.

Although some may call it a sin,
I don't see what harm is done.
Just to take on a diff'rent spin,
And to have a little fun.

Sometimes difficult to obtain,
And expensive it may be,
Still my old friend Mary Jane,
Always there to comfort me.