Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Swirling and twirling around my head
Leaves letting go of the trees
Lifting off in in what little breeze
Makes that last journey to the ground
Always to the ground they will go
Brushed aside into a growing pile
Here they will sit just a little while
Lots and lots of color be brought
In a flash as the fire gets caught
Now watch as smoke goes up and up
Swirling and twirling around my head

if love visited me tonight,
would i be the same?

if love touched you tonight,
would you remember his name?

if love visited us tonight...
would we dance beneath the sheets,
or return to the safety of our restless shame?

duplicity and reckless steps are sometimes the symptoms
of passion, but never the cause.

passionate glances,
soft touches,
long kisses and dark dreams...

the nectar saturates my tongue...
canvasses my loins ~
and pierces my heart.

what if love touched us tonight?

would we both be the same?
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The constant sound of raindrops on a surface that echoes its repetitions
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.

you and me
sitting on the edge
of memory

the radio sings
about the things
we want to do

your kisses bring
a rising spring
of honeydew

its gonna be a long memory

searching for the taste
of your sweet love

it's been a long time
since I tasted new

a girl like you

you and me
a bittersweet
elegy

the headlights tune
the sun and moon's
durability

and all the world's
a beautiful girl
as far as I can see

its gonna be a long memory
searchin' for the shape
you left behind

the air is blue
and I am too

inside my mind

bearded, wild
quick tempered be
my natural place
is on the sea

my northern star
her memory
the anchor locker
and the quay

nets to fire
rope to splice
my heart in summer
full of ice

her smile the sun
her form the shore
wrought from toil
her lips are pure

I see her now
amongst the waves
those hazel eyes
the tide betrays

net mending
as the season grows
needle dancing
through the rows

my hands are coarse
sandpaper'd rough
mist kissed skies
are not enough

blonde curtains draped
her smile unfurled
her hair falls over
the globe of my world

drank whiskey
from her navel
after hours
in a bar

heard the sound
of my breathing
through the lungs
of your guitar

and lightnings just
a broken string
on horizon's
air guitar

cloudy lyrics
fall as rain
through the windscreen
of my car

I started
a new life
as we had
just begun

swam circles
around your mind
untill you closed
the sun

you told me
i was stubborn
you told me
yes and no

I went fishin
in your creek
but the water
was too low

there's always
a new town
a new girl
and you

tryin hard
to unpick life
tangled up
in blue

Hearts? yes
be they a bell
still dimly
all a chime

though faint and pure
it sleeps a'rest
neath the fraying
canvass of time

yet
what is
comfort friend?
what is rest

and what balances
the ledger
of your heart
when all her mores are less?

subtle guile
commutes
to inferior shores
tís true..

and how can a man
love his girl
when every
heart is blue?

the only place
a fearsome heart
will only
ever hide

let me sleep
in the valley
beyond the reach
of every horse and guide

when I tamed rage
and tried anew
a road emerged
that led to you

when I quit work
and made a career
I fed with tune
my starving ear

when darkness fell
about my boot
I shed the cloak
that hid the truth

when I buried hate
and then forgave
a poem grew
around the grave

they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard
in the genetic school of poker
you were dealt the hardest card

a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect
but all I see is beauty
in the poster I inspect

it was hard for me to process
I was new in town
I'd left a girl for the colour
of a certain wedding gown

she wanted picket fences
guess I was too remote
the only berth to interest me
was on a fishing boat

then I saw you in this poster
your eyes two drops of rain
I saw a man recoil from you
as if you held some blame

you followed me around town
I saw your face amongst the stars
I began to see you everywhere
in the licence plates of cars

you removed the night's wallpaper
to paint the air with sky
your beauty far too certain
to entertain a lie

so thank you girl for the memory
of the sky that melted blue
and all the pieces of your person.. stuck together with God's glue

I later met a Finnish angel
who photographed the wind
I sometimes see you in her work
as joy and kindness twinned

a lubberline in rougher seas
a searing bolt of spark
a poster hung inside my head
a friend in times of dark

all was the same
on strawberry hill
the city looked up
at those walking down
and tethered boats
traced the breath of cloud

all was the same
on strawberry hill
shadows hid in the corners
of old masonry
at the stroke of 1
figures emerged
in search of bread
and milk

all was the same
on strawberry hill
the clock face
pointed out degrees
and starlings were
spilt iron filings
on the paper sky

all was the same
on strawberry hill
save bracken was cleared
from the boreen of thought
and you wore new
the ring
my labours bought