Song Lyrics

Borne Aloft Upon A Gale. Top Story - August 2024.
Three men from Yaryn Born forth on wings Of black dragons Three men sail forth with hope Of gold and crowns Made of legends
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
I Don't Love You
I don't need you Cause I don't miss you I don't want you Cause I don't love you I hope you find this more colourful I hope you find this more wonderful I hope you find this more meaningful I hope you find this more useful I don't want to say loud Cause I don't love you I don't want to say bye Cause I don't love you I hope you find this more colourful I hope you find this more wonderful I hope you find this more meaningful I hope you find this more useful I don't need Cause I don't miss I don't want Cause I don't love
By Rahul Roaring RC2 years ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
"WE WALK WE TALK WE SEE". Content Warning.
“We walk, we talk, we see. We feel, we sing, we play. We think we see each other. We have friends, we have no friends.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
They Write News About Me
They write news about me They write songs about me They write ads about me They write stories about me I wish I never read them But they keep coming keep coming I cannot stop them they must think But they don't know what I will do People judge me like a judge People see me like a fun People want me like a trip People like me like a dislike I wish I never read them But they keep coming keep coming I cannot stop them they must think But they don't know what I will do They write news They write songs They write ads They write stories
By Rahul Roaring RC2 years ago in Poets
Hello Hello
Hello Hello I am not your dirty fellow What do you think? What do you mean? I am not that mean I am not that mean You forget to tell You forget to say Who was he and Who was me Hmm hmm Hmm hmm
By Rahul Roaring RC2 years ago in Poets
Empty Tears
Tired of crying all these empty tears I feel empty Like a bucket with a hole I feel empty Like I've given my whole soul
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Poets
Scars to your beauty
What magnitude of pain can hurt? What is the measuring capacity of the human heart to bear, to accumulate in its precipice before it finally seeks redemption, before it concludes to itself no more? How ironic and disbarring it is to moan about the loss of someone after their demise after they bury themselves on the deathbed or even more unbearing when they bury themselves in their essence. If they bury themselves in their breaths, they break their souls, they pierce their hearts and shed every ounce of their aching identity that constitutes their trace.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Outside.
You flash your plane ticket Like some kind of trophy Always with a packed suitcase Always with a camera aimed I heard your happiness
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Lingering
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Follow?
The hot searing sting of heartbreak on my cheeks the hurt that you refuse to hear the ache that you refuse to own
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Diner Downtown
Verse 1: Met at a dinky diner downtown, whisked me awake, awake with your smile all around. Hearing you speak made everything spin,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets