Song Lyrics

Meditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Desert Fire
By sands that shimmer, sun-baked bright, A steed of fire, a wondrous sight. Coat like satin, night's deepest hue, A stallion proud, the desert's due.
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Song: Broken Heart
(Verse 1) Yes, I’m pacing back and forth through the memories, late night in my bubble, Stuck on the pictures from when we used to call this place home.
By GiftsFlash.com2 years ago in Poets
Six Days & Counting Once
I listened to a song once and an hour later I learned my love had died I listened to a song once and danger entered a love's nest at night
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Is It Love? (Ask Me in December)
Grace, the MFC, used to be a dancer until her mom died when she was younger (I'm thinking pre-teen, early teens). When her mom was buried, Grace buried her dancing dreams with her mom, feeling like she couldn't dance without her mom. Years pass and Grace meets Dylan, the MMC, who sparks the dream in her again, along with what feels like love.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Moonlit Confessions
The silence of Moon 💞 I told on you to the smiling moon like you were a little promise I wanted the stars to hear about.🥀
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Life-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Elvis’ Blue Suede Blues
Elvis had a pair of shoes, That was special, oh so fine, He called them his blue suede shoes, And they were his pride and shine.
By Ewa Patoka2 years ago in Poets
Layla's Eyes
By day, the sun ignites the sand, A scorching gaze across the land. But in your eyes, Layla, I see, A moonlit oasis, cool and free.
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets