Song Lyrics

The notes that fly in between
The melodies and harmonies of music were born to entice and reside on center stage, But take a moment to tune in to the smaller notes in between- observe them, and engage.
By Sherie Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
Why
There's a memory I've buried deep, That hearing you somehow unlocked last week, I went home and played you on repeat, “And I can't tell you why,”
By Tamesha Morrisabout a year ago in Poets
Why
There's a memory I've buried deep, That hearing you somehow unlocked last week, I went home and played you on repeat, “And I can't tell you why,”
By Tamesha Morrisabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
DENIM PSALMS(OUTSTAGES CAFE PRODUCTION)
“By the power of plush sheets, protest chants, and outlaw harmonics, I initiate this vessel. May it stream memory, sanctify chaos, and sing in denim.”
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Smoke In The Rain
Whispers calling to me in the dark fingerprints appearing on my door Building me a fire, all I need's a little spark and the courage when my feet first hit the floor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Cupid - Where you at?
Cupid Where you at – Song. I thought this was the year for sparks to fly, But Cupid's got his bow on the other side. He flew right past me, oh what a shame,
By Paula Rowlandsabout a year ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
HEX TO HACKERS. Content Warning.
Guys, I created this today on my cell and my older because I am hardheaded and too old for this shit. Whoever dd this wanted to shut me down. I need my other bread and butter to my social security. Excuse the language, but hey, I am being nice compared to what I wanted to say. PEACE OUT!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets