Song Lyrics

Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
A drop in my ocean of devotion.
It began so quietly, a murmur, a sideways glance, a shift in the air’s temperature. Something small, something slick,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a month ago in Poets
Dolphins Swim
Dolphins in the surf in their own turf. Swimming, leaping, never weeping. The world is theirs, the rightful heirs. They own the sea,
By Dean Traylorabout a month ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Seen
I don’t want to be read—I want to be seen. Still I refresh the numbers, watch them feed. Yet every night I bow before the screen.
By Richard Patrick Gageabout a month ago in Poets
Jesus Never Gave Up On Me
Play YouTube to hear the song. Lyrics follow. [Verse 1] Once I didn’t know my true soul, Each day I struggled to get through.
By Steve Lanceabout a month ago in Poets
Full Moon Fever
Full Moon Fever “Lorik Sancti Sy, The Holy Flame of Freedom” Artguru Full moon fever got me going, got me singing, got me glowing.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
The Loverʻs Paradox
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen about a month ago in Poets
“Payday Panic, Living Light”
Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
My Therapist Encouraged This Song
I spend my days, a basket case, and anxious When there's a million other things I'd rather do Being an empath, pleaser, couldn't be more thankless
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets