Song Lyrics

Tomorrow
Tomorrow, when you see the tear and the shadow You'll put your hand in mine to say no I will be there for tomorrow Tenderness in the innocent smile on your face
By Tony Herlinabout a year ago in Poets
HmDADAHmDADAHmDADA
In the Special Ed Room, the dreams are kept in cages, He wore his best hospital gown for the meeting but spoke in a rat's voice.
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
"ALTRUISMS OF AN AGING EMPATH"
ADVENTURE & EXPLORATION Travel, excitement, novelty, discovery, challenge, spontaneity, playfulness. HEALTH & WELL BEING Self-care, physical health, mental, resilience, balance, energy, vitality, rest & recovery, emotional well-being.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Do Not Live a Half-Life
Do Not Live a Half-Life Do not love half-lovers, Do not entertain half-friends, Do not indulge in works of the half-talented.
By Kamel Saidaniabout a year ago in Poets
The Power of Words
Small in sound, Yet heavy in weight, They carve deep wounds or build tall gates— A Double-Edged Dagger. Spoken in haste,
By Kamel Saidaniabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of a Love Lost
I still set the table for two, though the chair across from me holds only air. It feels wrong to take away its place, as if erasing it would erase you too.
By Kamel Saidaniabout a year ago in Poets
Living With Your Ghost
I can still feel the way it was when we were us when you'd come up behind me in the kitchen soft neck kissing arms around me just because
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Only Lonely Trees?
All there is, is a tree, Standing in a raging storm. Unable to move, Yet, It stands tall, As the clouds Stain its eyes with undying fear.
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
"THIS IS MY JAM"
I WRITE MY OWN WORDS, ARTICLES, STORIES WITH MY BRAIN NOT AI. I wrote this on a whim' yesterday as part of a homework assignment for my therapy sessions. I WRITE ALL WORDS. I purposefully created a non Websters Dictionary slang expressions. This is CREATED AS A FUN JAM! I used Suno AI for creating my music to the song. I have over 20 years of musical training. I do not throw music out there. I spend hours editing my songs, music, & videos. I use stock footage & write my own prompts for my stories, songs, & articles. I downloaded the footage that I pay to use. I edit my editing in my art studio on my PC. I WRITE MY OWN STORIES. NOT AI. I FIND MYSELF AT 75, DEFENDING MY ART, MUSIC, ARTICLES, STORIES, AND MY INTEGRITY HAS BEEN AS TO SOME PEOPLE THINK I JUST THROW IT OUT THERE. I USED TO BE INVOLVED WITH MULTI-MEDIA PRODUCTION. WE ALSO USED STOCK FOOTAGE. I DO NOT HAVE A CAR TO DRIVE ALL OVER LA LIKE I USED TO BACK IN THE DAY. I ENJOY USING AI FOR MY ART PRODUCTION. I WRITE MY OWN STUFF! I STUDIED NURSING, BUSINESS, JOURNALISM, ART, COMPUTERS, AND ATTENDED COLLEGE UNTIL I WAS 52.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Ladder of dreams
🎵 "Ladder of Dreams" 🎶 On the ladder of my dreams, I call the sweetest dreams, Searching for a brand-new life, where my soul is free. Oh, time, don’t fade away, don’t erase my days, Show me where my future lies, guide me to my way. I call once, I call again, Can you hear me through the rain? I’m afraid to lose tomorrow, Will my dreams just fade away? Oh my Lord, let my voice rise high, Sing my dreams across the sky. Every word, every song I pray, Let them shine, don’t drift away. Oh, my heart beats with desire, Set my soul in flames, on fire. May my words forever be, Filled with love and harmony. On the ladder of my dreams, I climb, I rise, No more fears, no more goodbyes. With a song that fills the air, I will dream, I will dare.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Little Girl With the Curls . Content Warning.
They tell me they miss my youth When I was curly-haired and sweet. It's like they hate that I grew up Like I ruined everything.
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
"THE THERAPY OF THE ROSE"
This is the therapy of the rose. We are not promised roses without thorns. In this year of 2025 we cry, we smile, but all the while we are faced with storms in America as we cry & smile. Smell the rose, spread petals of the scent of the rose to everyone across the globe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets