Poem written in USA

Come

for Comy by Tomy

Lips that once crossed my heart
Come with me in the unknown,
Hips that touch at last
Come with me in the sweet sin.

There's no love like the future love,
There's no You like the future Me,
Come with me,
Feel with me,

I feel love, i feel love,
Come together summoned in one,
Come into the sky, future lovers ride
I can turn back time into a world thats mine.

Come and see my story,
I know where beauty
Takes the life you can't see,
Come now and tell to live,

The true is never far behind,
Come and seek me,
You'll never have the chance again,
Come pure and naked as a train.

Madonna

This is a poem written by me in Romanian (sorry non-romanian speaking readers) and even if I am a fan of Madonna's music, this is not a poem dedicated to her. Madonna here is the actual Madonna ;)

Madonna

Faţă palidă între sfinţi
Cuprinzi lumina-n braţe;
Intind mâinile ca două maici cuminţi
Madonna-i pentru voi confrate.

Viaţa-i un test pentru mine
Acolo unde imaginea ta mă sufocă
Sub priviri crunte de mânie,
Madonna-i pentru voi o cocă.

Leopard cu şase capete
Cuprinde-mi inima în şase,
Dar mai-ntâi numără până la şapte
Madonna-i pentru voi un şarpe.

Să uit cum el şi ea priveşte?
Mai bine mor între insecte,
Ros în sânge putred de neveste,
Madonna-i pentru voi decât secte.

O să-ţi spun despre dragoste,
Ai vrea să-ncerci păcatul?
Simte-o cât e caldă cât o oaste
Madonna-i pentru voi lăcatul.

Dragostea-i univers aparte
Ce lasă-n urmă moarte,
O simt azi tot mai aproape,
Madonna-i pentru mine tot mai departe.

Lyric of the week

Dead boy's poem

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in becoming a god

Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry
Time will tell [this bitter farewell]
I live no more to shame nor me nor you

And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

A lonely soul... An ocean soul...

Source: Dead Boy's Poem

Lyric of the week

Fairyland

Bewonderment, bewilderment
Welcome to establishment
Everywhere and everyhow
There's no need to ghetto now
Yet come with me and take my hand
I'll lead you into fairyland.

Dangerous clothes, designer drugs
Highly wonderful, not for thugs
Pound nipples, pierced notes
Pretty boys on which to dote.
Anywhere and anyhow
There's no need to ghetto now
Yet come with me and take my hand
I'll walk with you through fairyland.

Purchasing taste, expensive power
Ad execs, golden shower
Now accepted, now in fashion
Tell it all, but spare the passion.
Everywhere and everyhow
There's no need to ghetto now.
Yet come with me and take my hand
Still we cling to fairyland.

Fairyland paradise, fairyland hell
You'll always remember the day you fell
Into a world of glory,
World of pain
Love it, loathe it
One things for certain
You'll never be the same.

Not anywhere, not everyhow
Many still and hiding now
But come with me and take my hand
You will be free in fairyland.

Source: delicatlydeviant

I see an Angel

This is a poem I wrote long ago, might have grammar errors or just be stupid, but i don't care. Don't bother to comment.

I see an angel

I see this toy
Which brings me joy

I see light in a 1000 eyes
A bright light which cries

I see the distance, the sadness and desire
In my soul in passion's fire

I see true love covering me
Bringing life in my empty me

I see people look,
With a hate-filled, envious look

I see friends which hate,
Old friends which fight me.

I see the priest, which turns his back
But I see an angel bringing hope back

Is this right?
Is love a fight?

It is said: Love's for everybody
Is it so? Do people accept everybody?

An Angel's touch erases all
Hate, Envy, from all

I see the lips touching
I feel the souls melting
Giving birth to the perfect being
Stopping time, dead and the pointing.