Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

She stood so statuesque with gazing eyes
Wearing all the latest fashions with grace
Where hidden in a smile could not disguise
Any meaning from her suggestive face

Mona Lisa eye lashes in fashion
Skin white as finest alabaster clay
Hair changing colors as leaves in season
Her style was always the style for the day

Perked and prized inside of her gilded cage
Passerby fancied her perfecting shapes
Rivaling as best ancient goddess stage
Piety once dressed in immortal drapes

The street lights reflecting her long white gloves
Ideal is... is the mannequin who loves

All the data was in..
E=mc2-
It means energy and mass are
Equivalent times the speed of
Light squared..
Wow!
What a mind job!
What do you say to
Something like that?
Oh, Albert!
What you're saying is that
A great deal of energy can
Be extracted from a small
Amount of mass-
Mabey..
A lil bit of me can go
A long way
A lil kindness may just be
The most powerful equation
In..the whole..
Universe!!!!

I sit transfixed
as thought it flies
to see warmth twice
inside her eyes

reflected in
the glassy pane
two pupils flower
past disdain

a look of summer
dressed in light
a thirst beyond
the drink of sight

some lust for life
and flirt with death
a carraige full
of moving breath

my logic screams
in measure new
though all before
wore beauty too

for even Yeats
or Neruda's verse
would paint her well
but paint her worse

a foggy smudge
her breath it seems
can not distort
the shape of dreams

step into the make believe
footfalling into stones
where memories are citadels
wider than truth
her bones

I never knew the right words
you stole them with your smile
pirouetting effortlessly
some Parisian mile

the timbre of a meadowlark
pillowed under star
looking out for last call
in some forgotten bar

it rises in my dark thought
when my soul is out of tune
your ghost is like my memory
your voice is like the moon

I tried to find you in others
I can't do that anymore
I couldnt find the answers
this side.. of.. the shore

Legend has it that in the back hills of a Virginia
county an eerily strange and beautiful black
rose grew amongst jagged rocks..
Further, it never grew in the same area twice yet
always concealed itself within the confines of
rocky terrain
The old timers would rock in their chairs of the
local country store and regale tales of a diamond
this strange rose would produce and whoever was
lucky enough to spot this rose would be privy to
the lustrous dimond nestled within its majestic
petals
It was a glorious campfire tale and the subject of
much poetry and native art
But there is much more to this story than a rare
flower yielding a precious gem
Mike Stone, a grocery store clerk always knew more
than he let on about the legendary rose claimed
some locals
Stones grandfather, a fur trapper, had claimed to be
in possession of the coveted diamond yielded by
the black rose but mysteriously dissappeared several
weeks later
The local law enforcement sent officers along
with the best bloodhounds in the county to scourer the
woods for Stones grandfather..Neither the officers nor
the bloodhounds were ever seen again..so they say
This only intensified the mystery of the Diamond Rose
The locals trudged through the hills in droves thinking
that the possession of this strange diamond would
yield them great riches
Newspaper articles and bar room fights only fueled
the frenzy
Suspicions as to who might be in possession of one
of these diamonds led to town riots with mobs carrying
torches and axes
Suddenly it dawned on the townsmen that Mike Stone
the local store clerk must have the true inside information
'Even his wife, shouted one of the mob sported a diamond
far to expensive for a local town girl '
'What store clerk could afford a diamond that big?
The mob surrounded Stones house with shotguns
and rocks demanding he come out and show them
the diamond
A trigger happy mobster shot Stones barking dog
and a torch was throw through a window burning
Stones house to the ground
When Stone refused to yield the diamond the mob
opened fire and along with his dog, Stone and his
wife lay dead in the dirt..
Weeks later the so-called mysterious Diamond Rose
was not so mysterious after all
Turns out that a delivery boy was taking artificial roses
that had plastic look alike diamonds pinned to their
pedals to be distributed as christmas gifts to the next
towns hospital
Several boxes had torn in his short cut through the
woods and the black fake roses were strewn throughout
the woods
The mystery was revealed
The townsmen had not been enriched by the fantasy of
some other worldly diamond promising untold riches
But by a death blacker that the Diamond Rose
A death called... gossip.

Sit down on the couch
My love
I've got something
To say
We've been together
For ten years now
But I must go
Away
I don't mean to
Hurt you
But I just can't
Stay
I packed my bag
Last night and I
Know things won't
Be the same
But in an hour or
Two I must catch
The train
I saw in your eyes
That something
Was a miss
Blame it on me for
Your tears I
Never kissed
You've been a good
Women to me
Perhaps the best
There ever was
But my heart has
Found another in
Everything she does
So I'll leave the key
And shut the door
I'll drive away and
Say nothing more
I know your tears
Will fall down
Your face
And you'll sweep the
Floors of this
Lonely place
But my heart has
Vanished in the
Wind
God forgive me
Of this sin

Cafe

She's just a kiss away from
Heavens gate
She's just a smile I've
Seen through a glass
Darkly
She's bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
An epiphany of my
Forgotten dreams
She is a thousand
Years of my souls
Thirst
Beckoning me to
A world unknown
She whispers healing
To the last wilting
Flower of my soul
And can set my
Foot on streets
Of gold
She speaks softly
From beyond the
Stars
She lives within
The veil of life
Her throne was
Fashioned in the
Courts of valor
In the crucible of
Blood and passion
She is often heard
Lamenting in the
Fires of her longing
Tears
And though her sobs
Of mercy is known
To few
And her outstretched
Arms broken on
A cross
Her name is whispered
In every handful
Of dust
She is called
wisdom..

Cafe

Cadenced footsteps quicken
A jangle of keys
Now freedom and release.


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You were sleeping in the meadow
When I cupped your cheek to
Awaken you
The valley has been deep
And the rivers wide on
Your weary soul
You have little knowledge
Of the powers that
Bind your soul
But leave that to
The hand of your
Maker who can
Still the storm
Within
You want to fade
Away in this
Meadow of
Dreams
But I only awake
You to tell you
The battle is
Not yet finished
You have strength
To offer to the
Weary of heart
To those about
To faint for fear
Of what's coming
On the world
Just a little while
My sweet child
Gird yourself
For one more
Battle
The trumpet is
About to sound
And your weary
Heart shall fight
The enemy of
Love once more
Then heaven will
Recieve your shield
Of valor
And..
Pain shall be
No more.

Cafe

There is a sunset that dips below
My throbbing passions..
My time upon this earth is perhaps
Nothing more than a whim of
Fantasy
But like so many men I am to
Painfully aware of some inner
Need that transends the boundaries
Of my understanding..
It is though my soul cannot
Rest til I feel the touch of your
Hand
I suppose I could finish out
The rest of my days with all
My magical emotions
But I sometimes wonder
If I've been slighted by
The hand of destiny
That I might never feel
The warmth of your
Loving body next to
My hungry heart
I clench my fists but
I realize that anger
And panting of soul
Has never brought
You near
This love storm of
Volcanic passion seems
To die with every moonlit
Night
What does it take?
Surely, I would be a
Good man to you
Surely, my gentle
Hand would cup
Your cheek and my
Finger tips would
Trace the path of
Your soulful tears
But by some mysterious
Destiny I must breathe
Deep and accept my
Long held passion
You will go on to find
A lover of your desire
You may remember me
Perhaps in the springtime
Of your frolicing fancy
But will you remember
The heart that burns for
Your touch when the winter
Of my souls crying dies
In the dust of the earth?
Cafe