Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Tears
A watery testament
of compassion
Tears
A dripping oath
of concern
Tears
The rain of
sorrow
Tears
Your liquid
signiture~

The whispering white crept through the night
The cold gnawed right to the bone
The eerie hue of cobalt blue
Gave shadows a life of their own

The rider and horse stayed their course
Ice drooped from bridle and brim
While waves of snow continued to grow
Making trails heavy and dim

Vapors were steamin' and lungs were screamin'
Icy spears penetrated inside
Limbs paid the cost as fingers of frost
Gave warmth no place to hide

Toward they surged and soon emerged
In a labyrinth of pine scented bough
A welcome respite from the hellish cold night
Where the norther continued to howl

Out of the weather he unhitched the leather
And of branches he made a soft bed
His thirst was slaked from the melting of flakes
The warming flames danced orange and red

Another dusk; another dawn, the storm raged on
A savage but hypnotic symphony
A wild moan and whistle that made life bristle
Entombed in all that white canopy

The winter has passed, it's spring at long last
Summer's heat has made its yearly call
And night becomes longer; winds seem to get stronger
Caressing trees and leaves start to fall

Old Sol in the sky marks years passing by
A century has come and gone
A Bible's pages have yellowed through ages
Listing those born and those who've passed on

A blurred entry remarked on page three
Of a grandfather missing along the way
Never resolved and this mystery unsolved
Puzzles all to this very day

In a thicket of pine grown up over time
Rest the bones of horse and rider unknown
And in the cold of December folks pause to remember
A cowboy who didn't get home.

Bright and sunny days,
Can be quite oppressive.
Heat, humidity,
Can become excessive.

Heavy clouds can be,
Shields from radiation.
Cooling fevered brows,
Welcome, soft sensation.

Summer thunderstorms,
Oft bring a freshing breeze,
Rippling 'cross the puddles,
Waving through the trees.

So please don't curse the rain,
Falling from above,
Just another proof of,
Mother Nature's love.

Instead of working horseback and following the cow
I could be afoot behind a horse
And following the plow.

Sleeping soft in a cabin, cuddling a baby,
Loving a man,
Clear water and home cooking,
A settled kind of life.

That's far away, far, far away from the fix I'm in here now.
Here my belly is my blanket and my back my only bed,
Stone the only pillow on which to lay my bleeding head;

Can't even wallow a hip hole where I lie on solid rock.
No one to sing a sad song, no prayers, no soothing talk.
I'm so alone, so all alone, it will be a comfort to be dead.

A stumble on the rimrock;horse and me both took a spill.
He's down, bad hurt and thrashing, beyond my reach to kill
to relieve his pain and misery, so I guess we share our fate.
In this lonely place so far away where help will come too late. and the relief is that my rifle is gone, long gone, downhill.

Death won't be long in coming and I hope I face it brave;
That the pain will treat me gentle so I'll not rant and rave,
Praying the God who made me, or blaming him for this fix.
Let my mind, instead stay clear and resist those devil tricks
And to the end, the very end, thank God for the life he gave.

As clear and compelling as the clang of a dinner bell
Is the horse's futile scratching at the ground in which he fell,
So the buzzards glide and slide down a drain of azure sky
Studying the menu; watching, waiting for supper to die.
And only bones, lonely bones, will be left,
The story to tell.

Soon my Maker will be asking me if I lived the golden rule
And wonder about my learning in His earthly mortal school.
I'll answer for every wicked thought that ever filled my mind
While hoping they'll be balanced by the times I acted kind
so the tally shows but human after all.

To hear a voice cry out in pain
Not understanding
To know the person inflicting the pain
Is doing it intentionally.

Why are people torn apart?
Because of ignorance?
Fear?
A programmed reaction?

Because of something as simple as skin color
Such a reaction!
It has been so long.
will we ever be one?
I do not know.
I hope so.

What are you looking at?
Why are you so confused?

The first time you've seen one?
Do you not have any yourself?

No, not hiding secrets.
Nor unpleasant memories.

Why is it important for you to know?
When did I give you permission to ask?

How long ago was it built?
What caused it to be done?

It came from always giving.
Never taking from others.

Past mistake made.
Chances taken.

Yes, it's quite thick.
No, you can't break it.

There is no key for that.
Destroyed forever.

Lonely? Sometimes.
Happy? Most days.

The defiant wall is needed.
Now go away, before you break the mortar.
Holding it all together.
Go away from my wall.

I'm on thin Ice!
Each word I comtemplate thrice.
If not offend perhaps Entice.
Choose a word. Choose it twice!
Save your soul or..Roll the dice?
Be a man, not like the mice.
Shout the truth, speak your vice.
You know that reality will suffice.
Say good things and say them nice.
Perhaps say the truth is the best advice.
Tell a lie, but at what price?
The truth, the truth...remember thin ice!

Why should the spirit of mortals be proud?
Like a quick speeding meteor
A fast moving cloud!


A flash of lightning
A break of the wave,
Man passed from life
To rest in his grave.

Let pride go, lest shame follow after

Our pride, reasoning pride
Our error does lie
All quit their spheres
And rush to the skies.

Pride still aiming at blessings that abode,
Men would be angels,
Angels would be gods.

When one does a foolish thing
Of which they can't disclaim
Even if admitting fault
Will bring them total shame

Rise above the shallow pride
And in a proud voice proclaim,
"I Take Responsibility!"
..If there is no one to blame.

There is a traveling demon inside of me.
Riding high, trying to keep hold of the reigns.
It seems like knowing right from wrong just ain't enough.
Sometimes it seems when things are going good.
That traveling demon takes control to make it rough.
It's the times like these I feel that I am living outside of me.
To know what to do. What will work. And still choose wrong.
That traveling demon is running through me strong.
Thought that it had gone away.
Found another home to live and play.
Then next I know I get the urge to throw all caution to the wind.
And do just what I want to do. No more no less.
Not worrying about what will happen in the end.
Or how I will clean up the mess.
Of letting the traveling demon run free in me.
No holds just living on the thrills.
Of a ride that moving way to fast.
Ain't it funny how when things are going good.
That traveling demon steps out from the past.