Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

A street lamp
Illuminates
An inhospitable bench,
Where lies a vagabond
In dirt encrusted clothes
Eyes drowning in the depths of sleep,

Beneath the stars
Beneath a blanket of newspapers
Strummed by the breeze
From a passing ambulance,
Sirens blare and swirling lights of blue
Flash, piercing the darkness,

Shadows surf across windows and walls
On dark trees against the dusk
Arousing the sporadic bark from distant dogs,
Passed, by dispassionate hearts in passing cars
A vagabond wakes with flinching eyes
Drench by streaming beads of heavy rain,

Distress arms gesture in despair
While raindrops dance on concrete pavements,
Languishes in a drunken haze
Blasphemous lips speak unheard
By those in tall towers of stone
Drift through sweet dreams,

And dry lips, drink a bottle lovingly stroked
On a bed of wet cardboard,
Holding the wine in a drowsy embrace
Forlorn weary eyes
Close out the sprinkling raindrops
And sleep.

They
Are the bullies
In the home
The office
And workplace,
They are an artist
Seasoned
In manipulation
Deception
Scattering the seeds
Of dissent,
Playing mind games
For recreation
Obsessed
With the sound
Of their own voice,
With the skill
To wound with words
Said in jest
But fly as daggers,
They plant thoughts
Like grenades
Erupting
In explosive laughter,

As the drums fall in line, thrashing rolling thunderous beats, as the trumpeter's are called to the grand event, the orchestra begins to layout their sheet music. A Configuration By Intention. HIS intermix of musical notation now complete. Each ear hears as the introduction is played, their hearts filled with much exultation in the sweet sounds. The commemoration follows wherever they yearn to travel. The intensity, only with them, as that last note persists..... HIS first symphony now arranged, new music fills the air called life music.

with my wings of fire i will expand my sacred heart of love across all the lands protecting my brothers of high command for i am pure the devoted one and with these hands i shall mend with the blessing form heaven above nothing shall stand in my way keeping the enemy's form my children at bay only to return again and again sorry wink!

for the story I tell is nether for the wrong or for the right no uncertainty among them all for my finger prints were put upon the earth way before my very birth Mathew peter Luke and Paul with the wisdom of ages I anoint them all no one shell be left alone give me your heart your ears soul and sight transforming your world in to different light

ONES CHARACTER IS ONES TRUE SELF
IN MANY SHADES OF GREY OR GOLD
CHARACTER LIVES
NOT ON SURFACE LIFT
IT TRANSCENDS THE VEIL OF SKIN COLOUR
IT NEVER LIES
IT IS THE HIDDEN RAY OF LIGHT IN THE PACK OF MIRROR CARDS
AS WE GRIPPLE WITH THE STEAM LET OFF STEAM FROM LIFE'S MANY DISHES
LET CAUTION BE OUR GUEST AT THE GATE WHERE HABBIT ALWAYS PASS.

For all the days that have past
I find the thoughts of my own future
Turning back, my inner minds eye
Watching the paths of possibility never taken
I see a turn that was once lost in time behind me,
I remember with sad fondness

Of the days that have been
Thoughts of that Journey have been there
Out of sight travelling along by my side
On possible paths of it's own
The turning lies there now ahead of me
The first step calling me onwards

In all the days that may yet come
looking forward to see what will happen
Moving onto the way now before me
Walking this new old road of possibility
The lost past could now be my future
I set out with resolve and trepidation

Only you know right from wrong you can read it in a book or here it from a song you well rise and you well fall but if you dont answer the call theres a chance you could lose it all i could make the choise for you but if you dont follow theses words well become hollow friga frak im stuck sorry i cant fix thiis puzzle right now lol

On a notion of fear the end of the line is near opening of the gates of hell on a starless night for let it be written, when the clock strikes 12 the reaper well ring the bell ,one final spin the river of poisons cease to exists, the windows close with windless tides the final hour well arrive .

I took a walk in ancient clothes
across your face, a mile
and as I tired I took a rest
in the corner of your smile

my crops slept in barren fields
before my primary death
then your eyes became a sun and moon
as birds danced in your breath

to me you are a woman
vast fields of shimmering hair
in the hardest trials I see you
when no-one else is there

I sailed across your angry tides
when I bowed to grief and fear
yet I always find safe anchor
in the harbour of your ear