Song Lyrics

Truth Of hopes and Dreams
Why do I not want to feel my breath, Why am I not astonished by myself? How strange is this human death! Seeking truth that's lost in stealth.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
Mariah Carey
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Love = Leave. Content Warning.
I've had this raggedy old elephant for a little while. Some days it seems to be the only reason I smile, 'cause he's leaving out the driveway.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Even When. Content Warning.
You claim you want me, but would you really? If I truly poured all my heart out to you? Would you still want to take me
By Angel Bladeabout a year ago in Poets
The Dream Visitor
Something feels off. I can't figure it out.
By Malleswariabout a year ago in Poets
Blueberry Hills of Solitude
woman of the poem Somniloquy in sleep transforms into ecstasy in the heart, while desire, born as dreams in the eyes, manifests into reality.
By Malleswariabout a year ago in Poets
My Heart
My Heart My heart is gentle and loves to love. It loves life, loves beauty, and it would wither if it could not love. A friend to all who love, my heart knows no hatred but can be angered and then made peaceful. It cannot sever ties; it’s too delicate, and to cut off love would be to cut itself. It feels wounded and could die, its spirit revived only by the grace of those it holds dear.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Imagine
"Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life." — Sophocles I pause across the way and contemplate the Elisabeth Street Picture Theatre.
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
On the socioeconomics of being humane
The socioeconomics of humanness lies in the beauty of balancing the aspects of togetherness and isolation. In a world where life coincides with the duality of forces, oscillating between the forces of light and dark, beauty and hate, love and hatred, birth and death, humans are the most endearing and detrimental beings ever to exist. The prowess of intellect and communication, with the stellar mind that created the strides of evolution and lapses of civilization, is undeniably the most striking aspect of what makes humans the most resilient beings of them all.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Wildberry Rain
In absence of clouds, rain melodies descend upon me. Could it be because of you? Even sans wind, I find myself soaring high.
By Malleswariabout a year ago in Poets
Transforming Love into Art
I craft all of his words into songs, Convert all of his footsteps into music. I transform all his naughtiness into poems,
By Malleswariabout a year ago in Poets
Music Of Kiss
If the sky turns into love, We're birds soaring within. If love transforms into a book, We're the pages amidst it.
By Malleswariabout a year ago in Poets