Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

GIve him a world..any world
and he will drown himself in
the tide of the times..
Give him a cause, and his
double minded ways will
leave him as a vacuous shell..
Give him a drum and he will
never march into battle..
Give him a view of the heavens
and he will invent a lesser God..
Bring all the kingdoms of the
world before his eyes and for
him there is no king, nor can

he find a place of dwelling..
Give him the woman of his dreams
and. she'll die in the futility of his
nothingness..
Show him a mirror of his futility and
he'll choose to reflect on the glory
of his own cherished rubish..
Give him a false self and he'll choose
that and willingly prostitute himself for
slaughter...
In vain do you give him life, for there
is no proof for those who will not
believe..
And the salesman turned and vanished
in the haze..
Hope you catch my name***

Restlessness, 200 heartbeats per minute
Sleeplessness, 40 degrees of fever

A gallon of coffee pumping through my veins
A million questions, no one cares or explains

Pictures of me, pictures of you
Trying to see my way through

Looking at the mirror, blurry face
What's the point of this futile chase?

Someone flick the switch, turn on the light
Scare away confusion, make darkness bright

I need, I want, but what, when and where?
I do not want anything, get away from me there!

No time to lose, no time to wait
How long does it take to turn love into hate?

Pulsating brain, pain in the chest
Throbbing mind, cardiac arrest

Ready to shock? Start over, begin it!

Some of our folks get there noses out of joint
When others amoung us are making a point,
That it's no more sinful to bet or to sip
As appearing so pious --
but a real hypocrite.

carrie walked out of the diner.. her shift was nearing its end.. and the trees made love in the darkness.. and her eyes to a smile did pretend

talks about music and college.. did rise and fall on the air.. and a heart that once loved another.. for no reason began not to care

I drove down there about midnight.. past farms that seemed to be free.. but I knew in the end that I'd buy one.. and that would be the end of me

now the birds still sing in the tall grass.. on the earth where she once loved me.. but it spins on an axis so different.. and I've learned to let certain things be

but her car.. her car.. is a dream

I knew she was getting tired of me.. my work it was getting her down.. and what good is a roughneck on dance night.. when there's a banker's hand in town

"will you see me on Sunday..?"
will you smile your smile and look nice?.. but you know that a question is worthless.. when you gotta ask it twice

now the river flows down like always.. from the mountains that once heard us sing.. but its funny how something is nothing.. when nothing was once everything

but her car.. her car.. is a dream

her small talk began getting smaller.. she spoke to a script I could see.. and her eyes that were warmer than summer.. did look to a place beyond me

feeling like an oak that's been hollowed.. yet my pride it still rode next to me.. and when she asked if I could say something.. I said no and just let me be

and the roads they took us homeward.. in my daddy's truck through the dark.. and I looked in the heavens for answers.. and saw nothing but stars and a lark

"I heard she married a Doctor"
my friend Jake did tell me years on.. and I smiled like it meant nothing to me.. and got sick when I knew he was gone

now the sparrows play in the cornfields.. where we used to make love all night long.. ain't it funny how some women linger..
and you can't seem to outdrive their song

and her car, her car.. was a dream

I met me a girl
called Deja Vu
her folks seemed to know me
and her dog did too

she told me my future
as we lied in bed
she seemed to know the architect
inside my head

dirty blonde curls
and big eyes blue
and a voice that told ya
that she just knew

when she drove my truck
she'd kill the clutch
she used to drive me crazy
with her singing and sutch

she had my number
as far as I could see
but she never gave tips
on the lottery

she hated the future
but spliced we grew
and I made an honest woman
outta Deja Vu

I walk peacefully
alongside her, that was me.
Pondering where I should be,
or should i say she?

Our paths split so long ago.
Was it impossible this dream
to join again, it seemed
a journey fraught with fear.

I see her shadow in the water.
does she want the same?
Is she game
to try again?

I did shout in anger at her,
in the splitting, all those years ago.
I challenged her "be gone, go".
the shadow disappeared oh so slow.

Was I wrong
to cut the threads
of myself, my fears, my dreads?
I sigh in peace holding shadows in my head.

In my quietest moments,
My deepest longing to forget,
Yet for all my earnest longing,
Memories haven't faded quite yet,

But with strength of pure will,
I push on forward still,
I keep reaching high above,
Seeking forgiveness and love,

Was a time when I was young,
Before I knew any real truth,
That what I longed so deeply for,
May never, ever take root,

But as Summer turned to Fall,
And the sun's light forshortened,
After long cold Winter days,
Spring arrived with grand importance,

And with the Love of God's Will,
I push on stronger still,
I finally reached high enough above,
To lay hold of my Saviour's ever-lasting Love,

Was a time when I was young,
Before I knew any real truth,
What I'd so deeply longed for,
One Glorious Day would take root,

So reach out to Him,
From deep depths of despair,
God will always be waiting,
With open arms, tender mercies, loving care.

Ah the joy of being ghosted
as you ponder the last thought posted

It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction
The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?

Or is it all a load of crap with a subtle face slap? Hence, watch what people do vs what they say while they are just out to play

Yep it doesn't have to be the time of Samhain to have someone drive you insane
They can play their games anytime you arrange

Yet, to be mindful of investment in a few moments of correspondence
Nothing lost but, a few minutes to kill for a cheesy thrill

Yet a note to tell when someone rings your bell you have the option to play for a spell or direct them to go to Hell

In this arena it's a wonderful game
Chatting up a storm with a beautiful dame
Yet, consider the cost basically nothing lost

Easy come Easy go just go with flow there is no rhyme or reason why people do what they do
Just don't let it happen to you.

the cafe was closing
and the air was darker
than age
Mary was fixing
her order
and her world
had become
like a cage


will you still see me
on Sunday?
will you wear that dress
and look nice..?
but you know
that a question
ain't a question
when you
got to ask it twice..

and the sparrows
still play
in the cornfields
where we used
to make love
and you'd sing..

ain't it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything?

I drove down there
around midnight
past farms
that seemed
to be free

but I knew
one day
that I'd buy one
and that
would be the end
of me

talk of music
and college
of dance halls
lawyers and gown
but it's hard
to dance with a roughneck
when a banker's hand
owns town


she was getting tired
of me
my work, my car
and my dark
and I looked to the heavens
for answers
and saw nothing but stars
and a lark

"I heard she married a doctor"
my friend Dave
did say
later on

and I smiled
like it meant
nothing to me
and got sick
when I knew
he was gone

now the sparrows still sing
in the cornfields
neath the mountains
where she
used to sing

aint it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything

and her car, her car
is a dream.

The evening sun sets the sky ablaze. It peeks between the trees and speckles the ground with shifting patches of orange light. The forest ebbs and flows with the swaying of the trees.

Bluejay swims in with a cool gust, searching for a place to rest for the night. He comes to a clearing with a shimmering lake, where silver fish soar among the stars that wink at their reflection in the sky.

On the far side of the lake stands the lonely Willow. Her verdant hair dances in the breeze and beckons to Bluejay. He happily flits down to perch on one of her twisted branches. The moon smiles upon them, and provides a gentle, comforting glow as they drift off into sweet slumber together.