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And It flows, stupidity, born from Who Knows?... We write of love and sadness, afraid to be alone, Take our Que from the past, wonder how long that will last?.... What I tell you today is fact...honest... put in your curriculum, you're not d
I'm new here, and what I see, this world aint ready for me, I'm unique, I'm different, I won't make your mistakes, I know, don't tell me where to go, Your life is not mine, things will be different, but,,,, now I am older, life got colder... I
You didn't grow into you by mistake, You took years, you cried the tears, You played your part, from your heart, And all of what you did was only just you, All of what you will be, will be you too, Strange but true, you created, you dictated,
The walls fall and the debris call, to me, a part of being, now seeing, shut it down and start again, never will that be, Words that mean nothing really mean a lot, don't sweat the small stuff, sometimes enough is enough, Open mind, closed
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
Making love in the rain
Think it is self explanatory.
I dare to wake stumbling through heavens gate, beauty abounds and noone knows, cept me, I see, creations gift, this picture born, imaginaton scorn, but tis the beauty of life, Tis nothing new, for those fortunate few, who live this way....ever
Different people have different reasons, is today a good day to die?, I cant see, a way, to be, me, Unhappy about life?, can't take the strife?, aware of everything, knowing nothing, why? oh why? am I, this way?,...medication, doctor prescribes,
Wrote this one 11-15-1997. This is one of my songs to where I wrote out the chorus and then lead vocals instead of the other way around. Until then
I'm not you, you are not me? but we are you see? This seperation was meant to be, find your place at your own pace, be the you that you want to be, then in time you will see, OUR UNITY.
Not me, ChatGPT again filling in a quiet period of poetry, where are our poets, all enjoying summer in the north no doubt
I feel a burden in my life Having no one in my life It's too hard to wake up Seeing no one by my side Request for a lady to come Into my life to be on my side I will feel satisfied to have A loving wife may be from Long distance but generou
From beyond the vail of my broken heart, Comes a new beginning of what is true. From the oars of a boat lost at sea, Coming to shore to start something new. Up In the sands of this golden shore, Lucid dreams of you come soring in. Just like t
it took forever to my find my forever a metaphorical mooring by sea it was a tougher search to find her and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree the beach is a natural kilometre I trusted the distance by guile we planned our dream house
Leaves change as time goes by Winds blow as the birds fly. The oceans serge and rivers flow. But I shall never let you go. Stars shine and wishes made Sun arises, then slowly fade. Fields of grass upon the range, The love I have shall not ch
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept benea
the day was sketched time added air with roughened strokes in spaces the sea inhaled sands grew around memories bivouacked a swept stroke emblazoned on a hidden horizon counterbalanced by the edges mushroom umbrellas bl
Recently a poem of mine was deleted without explanation Not only is poetry a form art and self expression but historical documents giving reference to thought and feeling a particular moment in time. Lots of writers and artists have faced this situation The poem had comments and views. So I wrote the poem opening whoever decided to delete this work of art?might find the courage to explain why
I was gullible then later I was... ripped off,stuck,floored,nailed,defamed,ridiculed and more. People suck.
Just venting to myself. You just happened to red it. LOL Hugs
Wrote this 6-9-2023. I thought of writing something Rock off a scale of the days of yore of Rock! Perhaps something like a modern-day oldie with rock, blues, and jazz style, or maybe something more The sound somewhat modern studio wise, but the vocals, the group, very old school style. Let's day the 50's early 60's? An interesting aspect, eh? lol Until then
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
A feelings for someone special
It's just a feeling for someone.
just playing around
toying with a rhyme scheme
Such games prevail, but sadness reigns, the Show must go on, be what they want you to be, And then, finally you see, too late, it’s over, Oh such games we play, humanity is where it is, Honesty and integrity, so many have failed, So many pedesta
I wrote this a while back. I believe i wrote it for my soulmate. Theres a story that goes with it from childhood. I dont know if its true but it gives me something to believe in when life is cold and lonely. It sits with me and warms me by the fire. When i was in kindergarten there was a little girl. She had read a book about reading palms. It was just a silly kids game. So i let her read mine. She told me i would be married twice, once for a short time, which i was, to my first wife for a year when i was very young man. A second time to my second wife for a very long time, which i was 23 years. She even told me I would have two kids, which i did a boy and a girl. Then she said I would meet somebody, with red hair to spend the rest of my life with. I try not to read to much into things but sometimes its nice just to have something to believe in you know? Even if its not true i guess its not hurting anybody to keep a little bit of faith in your back pocket. Hope you enjoy the poem and I wish you all the best in your own travels. May your journey lead you to your own heart and home.
What I see! Who holds this world in his hands? Who? Not I? Not you?, then who? The world will never be us, Why?, because, We WILL be gone, won't be long, Tomorrow will start anew, The same game will reignite, For Millennium worlds have died
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Without dark there can be no light, How can we exist, if we are always right? For good to be known there must be bad, For happiness there must be sad, True reality could never be, If all we wanted was what we wanted to see, To live in constant
Today is the last day I write to you, for you have never replied, my heart has died, and all that I was is lost and gone, My love, my darling, I cannot stay I cannot live another day, don't be sad if I'm not here, I cannot shed another tear.
Sitting here waiting for the day, the price I may pay, Age old, not knowing how this came be, I cannot see, For once I was young, seems like yesterday, where life went I cannot say, Life is gone in blink, before you can think, It's over
Don’t lose your way, my old friend, tomorrow is never going to be the end, Don’t fall in sorrow at the expense of today, today may end and fall away Don’t believe there is nothing more, for tomorrow you will be, that’s for sure, So, cry today fo
The guarantee of non existance when it hits you between the eyes, makes you realise, that the games we play in our so called lives, well, it's all just lies. Of course we will end, my friend, and when you know just where you go, a
So, you try and be, what the world wants to see? Lost in the fantasy, When the world doesn't want you, what will you do, find the real you? I hope it's not to late, I hope it's not your fate I hope you have time, to recreate!
Inspired by d4nI314, she will know what it means!
This is the second part I wrote in 1993.
fallenangel7191, suffering is a part of life, just as joy is. I don't know why, just is. this poem says much about you and what you have felt to this point in your life. there is much more to come, both joy and sorrow. write more and you will see you...
I think of the honey bee, most of them female doing all the work while a few males are responsible for impregnating the queen, I could live with that....
Full of spiritual meaning!! I love it!!...
Hi Cafe.... sometimes we need to all reassure ourselves of our courage....to face the carnage...and know when to ask for help........
online today!I really like the message in this poem Lisa, Kindness creates Kindness in others ! Thanks for the post.......Mick....
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