Song Lyrics

That's How I Remember It
They say, we live as long as we're remembered but time has a way of rewriting every line Every mistake and win we had, is tethered
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing
How to Disappear Without Anyone Noticing Genre: Poets / Psyche / Social Com Style: Poetic diary/narrative fragments Day 1
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Only God Can Save Me Now
Only God can save me now I keep on falling to the ground I need Him to put me back on my feet And walk with me now No he can’t save
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
When Love Dies
I don't remember the day the exact hour or place Or the song that was playing as I scoured your face Trying hard to recall
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Not Just Politically Correct
Like at a family reunion, you shouldn't speak politics you can't slam a religion, just to stir up conflict You can't slander a gender or say who might love who
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I'm fine
Slap a smile on your face And say you're just great Don't let anybody know ... I'm not fine I'm lying I'm crying I'm dying on the inside
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)about a year ago in Poets
The Cold Wide-Eyed Stare of MAGA women. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
The Cold-Eyed Stare & Sweetie’s Song Executive Producer: Sweetie Bird (Tray-top Oracle & Blink Director) Spoken-Word & Direction: Vicki (Storyteller, Satirist, Soul Sculptor)
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Age of Aquarius
Part I How big was it? How tall? How long? What made it so good, this "Aquarius" song? Part II Why did it bring our mother such joy when "it," we sang?
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
Soudtracks & Wing Beats
“Memory drives. Wingbeats rise. This is where the soundtrack swells.” SOUNDTRACKS AND WINGBEATS Sometimes my mom and dad visit me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Blue star
I was on fire, Full of desire. Spinning round, Round, Round, round, Burning like a blue star. You were so full of passion,
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
THE DREAM OF ODYSSEY
This chapter wasn’t planned: it was remembered. Rediscovered, like a lost track humming beneath the static. Sweetie Bird speaks again, not in dialogue but in echo. Her voice, layered and pulsing through forgotten software and half-lit memories, becomes the heartbeat of this cinematic interlude.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Diogo Jota, Our Hero. AI-Generated.
(Verse 1) From the moment you stepped on the field, With your fire, your skill, you made us feel, A young star shining in the night,
By Phan Thi Phucabout a year ago in Poets