Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

As I walked along the beach
I came across something buried
opening the lid it gave a screech
then stuck until it was jimmied

Tentatively I looked inside excitedly
to my amazement it was full of scrolls
I opened and stared at them blankly
inside the scrolls were lots of bankrolls

Also some ancient treasure maps
what a find, I thanked my lucky stars
and there were no booby traps
I hurried home along the spars

Holding my treasure chest close
all excited I wondered who to tell
to which friend I could disclose
If not careful there would be a cartel

At last I decided not to share
I hid it away well out of sight
I did not need any fanfare
the notes I would spend in delight

Never cross over to
the other side
The side of the dark
world
Where anticipated desires
Will be met with deaths
deception..and a soul
killing
Never cross over I say
For you shall surely..
Die!

I rail against my feeble body that once was so swift
despair when tasks take three times longer now
it crept up on me seemly overnight, this thing they call age,
it pulls me down with it's agonising slowness

Always been the adventurer travelling the world
lived in some strange places with different rules
strived to live each minute to the max, exalt in life
taking no as no answer, digging under the surface

Many wondrous sights I have seen during my time
the miracle of birth, so fresh and new each time
so full of promise, a whole life yet to be lived
all that's before you is a blank sheet waiting patiently

I know for me that sheet is very full of doings
life is for living and boy, I have lived it in full
yet still I rail against age itself and the slowness
my mind can still take flight when it likes

Yet this shell in which I abide is crumbling
each year I seem to get slower and slower
such a pain, a burden and a strain on me
oh, to be young once more and be able to be fast

I thought how about we all write a poem about our favourite Poetry Corner poet. We have many real characters who are good poets
No Time Limit
your title must include the name of your chosen poet (real or screen name)
Lets have some fun and put some zing into PC

Three miles down...You make it look so easy.
White caps meandering slowly through crook and cranny.
Like you, my course is fast and slow.
You share your white, frothy cascades...
and I share my solitude.

Your angry charge of the riverbank hastens my pace....
as the geese scatter and scold me for my rude interruptions...
your churning voice speaks to me -
with distinction and charm.
I can't keep your pace...and you must still move on.

A leaf benignly mimics each of my steps...
chasing away the distance as though teasing me.
Lingering nearby ...you lend me your peace,
as I search for my own.


The day passes...now the course must end.
The Sun leaves its remnants of light,
just enough for my steps to be sure...
an hour and a moment of insight,
tis' why I come here...
always enraptured by your mystical allure.

Gregory

Being, existing, living
all that entails
a cloud exists
as it floats by

Until it burns up
in the sun's rays
rain falling softly
sustaining life

Moon gives her own
by nightlight
secretive creatures
do exist in her light

Being is, to experience
all life has to offer
so many wondrous things
We Exist, We Are, We Live and Enjoy

Tumbled Angel,
fragile vessel
of blood and bone.

The good daughter
of earth made flesh.

I lean into the wind
believe on stronger wings,
and still bright pinions
bear the weight of flying
on broken air.

As the crescent moon
swings low over Venus,
roosters sing the dawn;
the storm's moist kiss
of caged desire
in their desert-dry beaks.

I'll drink the wine
of starry eyed fools
who seek pretty answers
in unexpected places.

Where age will not dim
the slender awe of youth
and I awaken in the morning
to the beauty of my being,
patterned by
the velvet hand of God.

A bit of heart for them who lost it
A bit of earth for them who lost their steps
A bit of warmth for them who frozen
A bit of love for those who hate

A glimpse of light for those who are blinded
A glimpse of hope for those who are in need
A glimpse of fresh air for those who suffered
A glimpse of touch for those who are afraid

A bit of pain for me who forgot myself
A bit of smile for me who is faceless

Sitting here in the dark no reasoning

Watching as the world starts to awake

I'm always on the outside looking in

Not knowing which road for sure I will take


Cold wind upon my face sun heating me

Heart filled to the brim so full that it hurts

Passing miles through the ages, tides to sea

Seasons are a coming searching for me


Longing for the arms I am seeking for

No ties that bound me hold me back from you

I am like the calling of the echo

Surrounding finding you want have a clue


So much love to give to keep not for mine

Love to stay with you but not for this time




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It has been a good day
Now to retire to bed
Engage that mysterious state
Sleep that little taste of death
As night makes the city
A temporary morgue
For wandering souls
Some will not awake,alas
The rest refreshed restored
Resume life once more
There is comfort in routine
But it also numbs the mind
Without being curious
And to search for Truth
We are like the machines
Which have us in their thrall