Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

With ragged nail I scrape
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.


Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.

Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.

Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.

He may come suddenly like
the wind
Your heart is captured by his
essence and you desire to open the
choice treasures of your soul before
his viewing
To soon you let his eyes savour the
subtle moves in the way you walk
In eagerness you suggest the heat of
the night before he has earned the
right to touch your cheek
Speak not to his imagination before
he has tasted the wine of your sorrow
Do not so soon throw the pearls of
your love at the feet of an ungrateful
soul to be trampled in the dust
Present to him in strains of eloquence
that his is a season of testing and he
must brave the storms of your whispering
winds, before he feels the thunder of
your passion
Tread softly on the coals of your heart's
destiny
Reveal yourself in small morsels of kindness
and test his empathy to communicate
Do not offer him the history book of your
life if he cannot read between the lines
And finally, test his faith
If he cannot be true to his God
why..would he be true to you?

I felt her
in front of me
tiptoeing

through the trees
the breeze lifts the
leaves

ever so gently
her shoes make no
sound

on the ground
indentations flatten the
grass

so I know
she is not a
figment

of my mind
she feels gentle and
kind

mindful of the
path we walk
talking

is out of
the question
silence

gently touches the air
despair i now
feel

vibrating from her
crossroads we then
reach

inpressions of a finger
pointing
left

she goes right
into the damp
mist

forty years have
passed and I
walk

the same path
this day
looking

for a hint
of her
image.

Sitting, waiting for the dawn to break
Blank my mind, for the days take

Turning yet another page in my year
I sit and calmly wait, and stare.

The suns rays I see just peeking
The heat of the day promised, leaking

How long should I sit in my peaceful state?
Before moving and joining my days fate

Life's daily adventure begins anew
So standing up, and right on que

I felt spots of rain upon my face
Laughing at this turn of pace

I run to get undercover
None of it was a bother

I take in my new day with relish
I vow nothing will make me perish

I stroll in the evening
dusk turning into night
owls beginning to call
rustles in the hedgerows
a time of tranquillity
air now heavy with scents
as the breeze gently flows
stirring the tree tops
bats I see on the wing
hark a nightingale sings
shadowy shapes against
darkening night skies
this time always magical
deer slipping through
on their way to drink
I perch on a trunk
sit quietly listening
drinking in the atmosphere
totally at one with all
I relinquish every day cares
to the beauty of nature
at one with my surroundings

She is but a humble seed craddled
in the warm arms of mother earth

Enshrouded in darkness her loving stem pushes quietly and ever
upwards towards the sun of life

She is but a bud of hope when her
tiny peddles and dew drop eyes
smile at the kiss of spring

Daily she is nurtured by the light
of life as she begins to stretch
her sleepy peddles towards the
heavens

She is but a messenger of love..
a child of eternal dawn

Life has a way of righting injustices
no matter how long it may seem to take
although for some it may seem otherwise
just sit back and wait, Karma sorts it

Time and again, people experienced this
even with people that have never met
Karma looks after those who cause upset
returning what is done unjustly tenfold

Yet for those who retaliate it rebounds
a high price has to be paid by sinners
who are caught this way, Karma sees all
knows all, there is no place to hide away

You may scoff, think no it's not true
but just as the piper pays the price
so do those who wish evil on others
some say it was fate, some say it's god

believe what you like as you pass on
everything goes in circles that turn
like the sun with all its satellites
at day's end, it's each to their own

TO WALK AUNT KATHY'S GARDEN,
THERE'S NOTHING TO COMPARE,
THE LOVE AND ATTENTION,
IT SHOWS UP EVERYWHERE.

LARGE LILACS, LITTLE BLUEBELLS,
WAFT ON SCENTED BREEZE,
AS IF TO SAY, COME OVER HERE,
AND TAKE A LOOK AT ME.

HER PATIENT HANDS HAVE TENDED,
FLOWER BED, AND GARDEN POTS,
ABUNDANT FLOWERS WITHIN THEM,
SEEM TO SAY, SHE LOVES US LOTS.

ALWAYS IN THE GARDEN,
ON A FINE DAY SHE WILL BE,
TYING UP ROSE BUSHES,
TENDING FLOWERS ON BENDED KNEE.

SHE PATS THEM WITH AFFECTION,
AS SHE CALLS THERE NAME TO ME,
AND KNOWS WHEN EACH WILL BLOSSOM,
BE IT SHRUB, OR LILAC TREE.

I SOMETIMES COME TO HELP HER,
AMIDST THE SCENTED POT POURRI,
AND HER EYES THEY FILL WITH GLADNESS,
WHEN WITH HER FLOWERS, SHE GOES TO BE.


BEN999

ONE EVENING WHILE STROLLING,
NEAR BAGWELLS GRAND HOUSE,
I ENTERED THE GROVE,
WHERE I AMBLED ABOUT,

SOME TREE'S THERE LOOKED ANCIENT,
AND SOME LOOKED QUIET RARE,
ALL IVY, AND BRIERS,
TOLD ME NO ONE NOW CARES.

I CAME TO AN OLD CHURCH,
WITH IVE CLAD WALLS,
AND I FELT RATHER SAD,
THAT THE WHOLE LOT MIGHT FALL.

YET IN HERE AMIDST,
ALL THE WEEDS, AND DECAY,
I COULD STILL SENSE THE GRANDEUR,
OF FAR DISTANT DAYS.

I COULD MAKE OUT THE PATHS,
WHERE THE GENTRY ONCE STROLLED,
WITH CLOTHES OF THE FINEST,
POCKET WATCHES OF GOLD.

BUT THE LIGHT IT GREW DIM,
A COLD DEW CHILLED THE AIR,
AND I SENSED GHOSTLY EYES,
WATCH ME WALK OUT OF THERE.

BEN999

You approach her like a wisp of
wind
She holds a tear ever ready for
the unsuspecting
She evaluates you through a
thousand shades of feline
sensibility
If you've spoken once she need
not think twice
By degrees you stand somewhere
between fire and ice~