Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers

A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly

He catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall

For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure

Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart

He stalks through the dark streets and lanes
looking, searching for a victim
seeing a likely women he follows
for days he watches her routine

Once satisfied he makes his plans
then sets aside all he will need
tomorrow is when he will act
he takes pleasure thinking on it

The following night he is there
goes to the door rings her bell
she opens it and is surprised
quickly he ushers her inside

Shaking in terror, do not hurt me
is the tearful plea, she stutters
no my dear you have it all wrong
I was tasked to check you out

You see you are now an heiress
your grandfather leaves a fortune
to who fills his will conditions
I am pleased to say you do

Now all you need to do is sign here
and all his possessions are yours
with a squeal she gave him a hug
her saviour from drudgery

Before my eyes have wearied
under the heat of a thousand
suns
Before I shelter my ears from
the relentless clanking of the
restless masses
Before my memories, my
thoughts, and my spirit awaken
to the blackness of eternal night..
Touch me

In the past we have had lots of fun doing this type of Challenge and made good friends along the way so
Come on poets join in and get to know each other better

My Challenge is for you to write about

"What Three Things You would Take "

Remember you are on an isolated Island and will be there for at least Ten Years

write in any form (style)

for your title use

The Things I would Take Challenge

this makes it easy for others to read your work

good luck and most of all have fun lets rev up PC

No Speed boats or other such things only what you would find on the Island

Will close the challenge on 30th sept
I will then ask that you all our poets
judge each others poems.
score them out of 10
do not score your own poem
put your score here on this page
apart from your own you can score everyone else
whoever scores the highest will win
in the case of a tie I will ask 3 people not in final
to decide which should win
I will close scoring on the 6th of October
and announce the winner
Thank you to all who have taken part
I really appreciate all your efforts
and lovely poems Shadow x smile

Incandescently shining white
Velvet soft to the touch
Oval shaped shells of oyster
Rings embedded in walnut wood
Yellowing slowly as it ages

BROKEN CHILD WITHIN


I found her you know, the one,
the one they said is never there,
but she was, hidden behind her cascading hair,
dangling across, her gentle caring face.

It hung, as if to hide a truth,
but it was the honesty of innocence,
that was masked,
beneath the hanging trestles, of her hair.

And slowly, slowly she revealed herself to me,
as if afraid, i might take fright,
at some unseen enigma, of her being,
but she was beautiful, in every way.

This woman, with the broken child within,
slowly, slowly reaching her hand in trust,
to take mine, and smile we did,
at each others vulnerability.

And we risked, and trusted, as not before,
reveling in our love for each other,
for it has a beauty, all its own,
one which we treasure like gold.

I will mind her now, this woman, with the broken child within,
fragile, yet strong,
an enigma, to my heart and soul, as no other,
she is mine now to keep, and I hers, and keep her i will.

Treasure poets with spirit
shovels embark upon a
mystic sea
On a ship called nameless
dreams carrying ancient
maps of desire
Voices taunt in errie fog
warning of troubled waters
But treasure poets man sails
of hope and steer into a
starless void
The dreamship is tossed by
thrashing doubt but faith
calms the sea
Anchors of conviction lodged
in the deep
Monsters from the unknown
awaken from their sleep
Poets bail out tears and
slash green-eyed fears
They break the rusty lock
on a chest that glows and
gleams
Treasure poets in a voyage
through time sail away
with golden dreams~

Self-Will.. is I
I Will.. the Self
of I..

Who is the I
of I?

Is it not I?

Yes! it is My My!

Is My I a Lie?

I sigh..

Must My Lie
die to I?

Where does Self
go to die?

Will I be reborn
as I?

Is there a new kind
of Self for I?

Who will control
my My?

Will I?

I sigh..

Then my new Self
is my new 'You I'

Not just my old
Me My

I think I'll like
this new I

This 'You I' Self
Am I~

Hope against hope..
We chase the dream
of life through a
decaying cosmos..

Trying to outrun
the vortex which
shall snatch us
into eternal night

The maze..

The paradox of dream
and reality..

Behold! The vastness!

Look over your shoulder..

It cometh!

The shadow of
consumation..

Yet, fear not..

Death..has been
swallowed up
by life~