Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Chromium crystals contain crystalline cracks...
Clusters catastrophically clear...
Cold cirrus clouds chosen constantly crashing...
Creating constant collapse...


Centuries closely changing correlation...
Contractions cannot control...
Celestial children certainly cute cause containment...
Chromosomes clean colored chrome....

The war clock is
Running..
Anticipating the
Days
Counting the
Hours
Ticking away the
Minutes
Bleeding away the
Seconds
With the sword of
Divine vengeance
Against hells
Terrorism
Against all those
Who slaughter the
Innocent
Who hold nothing
Sacred
Against anyone who
Could kill a
Child
The war clock is
Running

JOY OF LIVING
Joyous is this dance we call life, vibrant and profound,
A brilliant canvas painted with experiences, love truly found.
The morning sun peels away the night's slumber, full of grace,
Each ray of light, a tender kiss on the awakening world's face.

A melody dances in the wind, whispering secrets of delight,
Lifting spirits, stirring hearts, in the day and under moonlight.
Emerald fields sway gently, echoing laughter and songs,
Under the open azure skies, where every dream belongs.

Rivers of moments flow, each a unique, sparkling gem,
Infusing our lives with love and joy, each day a new anthem.
Ah, the sweet intoxication of life's wine, so heady and profound,
Underneath the starry canopy, where dreams and love are found.

Glistening dew on a rose, the perfume of life's enchantment,
It tells a tale of joy and love, of soulful contentment.
Vivid is the song of life, in its every radiant hue,
In its every note, it sings the joy of existence anew.

Delight dances in our hearts, as we celebrate life's song,
It's a dance of love, a dance of joy, where we all belong.
Venturing forward, hand in hand, beneath the sun's warm glow,
Infused with the melody of life, allowing our hearts to flow.

Revel in the joy of existence, in its laughter and its tears,
It's a celebration of love and life, echoing through the years.
Navigating through this vast, beautiful dance, both wild and tame,
Gather the moments of joy and love, for that is life's ultimate game.

In a photo, on the roadway,
On a bus or car or plane.
Do you see ME? Am I what you think?
Clearly envisioned, even when you blink?
The ME that you see, may not really be
The true representation of who you’d hoped
So don’t be afraid to look deeper.
The search for the ‘truth’ is never just a quick grope
In the dark; it’s hidden behind a few layers.
Let your search be certain, let your eyes look deep.
Not just admire the surface, but also see what’s beneath.
The ME that you see isn’t all that there is…

naked Winter trees
thrashed by freezing wind and rain
now bearing Spring buds

well heaven knows
and heaven lies
I'm travelling down
this road
under.. stationary skies

the distances are vast
I can see no end
its easy just to dream
it's easy to pretend

if my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
I'd fly past all the corners
that this world brings

I'd fly down to Texas
just to say that I did
I'd hold the world
in a coffee jar
and then I'd close the lid

but my truck is an old one
and my clothes ain't new
so I turn on the radio
and I think of you

if my truck was an angel

I heard there's a mountain
at the end of this track
I don't take shit from anyone
I ain't coming back

because the sky is endless
and the trees are new
and when the world is greenest
I don't want to be blue

If my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
then every sign would be songbirds
as the mileage sings

I spent monday
just walking through town
searchin' for magical
timbers of brown

I watched tuesday morning
arrive like a swan
calm at the surface
when calmness has gone

I spent most of wednesday
walking the deck
from the truest of branches
I fashioned your neck

your hips were my thursday
curved from the air
I spun every string
from a strand of your hair

friday smiled at me
from the teeth of a breeze
my old life was locks
the new one was keys

saturday woke me
to the purest of note
from the deepness of meaning
I painted your coat

now the world is a sunday
and your song is a bird
I listen to your breathing
and I know every word

he sat on the old deck chair
and thought about her
about how she tied a strand of blonde
behind her ear
when she was anxious

how the sun made plans
between the gaps
of her fingers
how her breath tasted

how her beauty
made her invisible
against the birdsong

how the curve of the earth
found a mooring
in the shape of her foot

how the moon
used the naked oak
as a chinstrap

how her eyes
were stainglass windows
in the chapel
of her face

how the untried seconds
were a lifetime
in old clothes

how she dressed
in the untailored truth
of honesty

spoke
in the dialect
of unaware kindness

and sung.. in the key
of smiling

the air did move in silent sing
as linnets sung on warble wing
and truth did shine upon it's clock
as two moored souls depart the dock

time bent around the sides of trees
as grass made love to naked knees
and dappled light found darkened shade
as hearts defied what time obeyed

a blanket framed the dry formed soil
and used as seat the fruits of toil
and I saw magic in her stare
that told me truth resided there

rustic bread in champagne flute
stepping stones back to my youth
noise fell away in lieu of guile
I bivouac inside her smile

When we see beyond
Good and Evil
We want the Good.

When we see beyond
Time and Place
Beyond Place and Time
Beyond Time and Space.

Thoughts are faster than light
In all of the Galaxies
Interconnected.

Golden beach sand
Constantly washing
Back and forth
Under this Sun

And under the starlight
In the night
It's swirling in the
Thousand eddies
Of the tides.

Lives interconnected
In the Invisible World.

Intuition
Incredible chance
And the strangeness
Of our Being.

Our long journey
From mineral
To plant
To animal
To Man.

And beyond even this
To the Galaxies
And the Stars.

To forgive the Ignorant
And Cruel
Their Sins.

To forgive
The Idiocy
Of their
Unawareness.

Echoes of light
Echoes of psyche
Echoes of the night
In these "Echoes
Of Eternity".



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