Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

you can ride of the zest
of a smile, girl
if you want to

you can walk on the side
of the earth, girl
like I do

like a bird who can sing
but never will
like a tide that sleeps
but is never still

or a line from from a film
that won't be seen at all

I can see by the way
you sleep, girl
your a broke shoe

and when dawn meets your eyes
I'm up and gone
like morn dew

so go go to the place
where the sea meets the sand
dive into the time
and away from the land

you can turn it round
if you want to, don't you see?

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

Polly wanted love so much
she saw all the other girls chased by boys
smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!)
folks barely spoke to Polly
and especially not boys
she crept through life as an embarassment
a silent mass of skulking apology
her stiff legged teetering strides
left observers shaking their heads
she could rarely bring herself to look another in the face
....never in the eyes
her face always appeared as though frozen
her eyes an empty void
almost lacking life
blank of all emotion, except one...
fear...trepidation...dread
her mind a whirling nest of confusion
she had little family
her mother died in chidbirth
...Polly's birth
her fire and brimstone preacher father
had nothing to offer Polly but guilt
paralyzing her every thought and move
so she learned not to do much of either
she had no brothers or sisters
left isolated to live the hell...
her father was always ranting about avoiding
he tendered no warmth, no love
leaving her cramped alone in a cold miserable space
today is April 1st...Polly's birthday
her eighteenth, though no one would notice
but on this spring day
in her final year of high school
she became aware of something...different
in class that day, there was a new student...a boy
he acts like a shy, quiet person, she mused
later, as she sat alone during lunch break
she noticed that someone was standing beside her
it was the new boy at school!
as his voice cracked he stuttered...
'may I, um, um, sit at this table, um, with you?'
Polly was unable to breathe
til at last she squeeked out 'uh, uh, okay'
he sat down across from her
never raising his vision from his food on the table
he spoke 'uh my name is uh, Paul'
Polly's head was reeling...
a boy was sitting with her, talking to her
she muttered 'uh huh', then was taken mute
staring glassy eyed straight down before her
her heart beating as if to burst!
but not another word passed between the two
Paul ate his meal, then stood up, hesitated for a moment...
then silently, merely strode away
Polly's downward stare was transfixed...her food half-eaten
Paul and Polly never spoke to one another again
it was over...between them

So you think that perhaps I’ve lost my ability?...
I’m stable, I’ll never lose my agility...
I’m docile, with twisted sick fragile fragility...
But seriously, I’ll twist the best that you can throw at me...

I’m fully accessible to those that can accept me...
For those that can’t, I do have some humility...
I’ll flex what seems inflexible at the moment...
For example, I suffer pondering ‘The Atonement’...

Some here have known me for quite some time now...
Most of you haven’t, ....I feel your highbrow...
It matters not either way what you think...
These wordplay words, are the last missing link....

Some say loving is gambling
But my card decks have other use
Nowadays games and relationships are scrambling
Surely there is a certain abuse

The fortune is always counting on random
Real chances are rare
If some people bet and lack a condom
Better forget to be bare

Are there really fair players?
So many friends cry on my shoulder

However, I keep my faith on prayers
Meanwhile the game is over

outliving the fantasy of we
when people speak I merely breathe
I'm not the chose
just one of those
who's just not there
anymore

heady rhythm of my sinus
in tune with my tinitus
a whole new land give to me

tryin' to find my way around
and so far I've found the ground
so I stop and stand alone
and think too much of what I've sown
that has brought me to no sound

now a brand new trek to take
every step a huge mistake
not sensing any call
caroming off nonexistent walls
as though I'm not really awake

A person is never fully known
we never get to know the mind of a human being
but when you fall in love, you experience that you think you know everything.
We never know ourselves when we love
we never know love when we try
we just play the truth, because we hate knowing about falsehood
We are so equal that inequality distances us from reality.
we walked aimlessly and found answers
we sail without the moon and lose the opposite direction.
We accomplish feats and we hate at least once in life
but it is not enough when we detect that everything is a lie.
Life is just a passage of clouds,
and at times it seems to us to grow from a large tree.
If we reach eternity
we are applauded by angels who suffered with us
the abuses of a story Endless.
What are we?
We are the fruit of what we have never known

I've spent my life upon the ocean
Through storms and troughs
And tsunamis of dread

And sometimes I have sighted Islands
Upon this trackless ocean of life
But have been unable to reach them
So rough has been the tide

I came upon an archipelago
Many islands beneath the sun
Of various size and appearance

As I tried to land on some
I found them unwelcoming
Some were frozen and aloof
Some gave me a hostile reception
And made me go away
Others already had two inhabitants
And three would be a crowd

Still others did I come upon
Where the islands had been damaged
Perhaps by war or bad season
yet others are only seen at night
Their inhabitants afraid of the glare of day
Sounding out their siren's calls
To lure the unwary
And to rob them of their goods

My quest goes on amid the islands
Till I find one where I can live
And at last my journey will be over
My anchor dropped in a friendly harbour

Till then my voyage continues
Upon the sea of loneliness...

The power of regret
So hard to forget
Things said actions done
Love lost for the search
of one.

How often we say and do
things we can't take back
Wishing and wondering
if we should of said this
instead of that.

What always remains
is the power of regret
deciding on something
of which was not
well thought through
leaving us with
time to learn
something new

All that is left are memories
of what if and lost moments
of love
or unrequited
passion
that fly's away
like a dove

One thing is clear
is the pain that
fills the tears
as we carry them
silently through
the years

It seems so apparent
how we tend to project our
our regrets
though often subtle
as we pretend not
to fret

However, it takes courage
to press on
and continue to sing
our song

To carry around our baggage of regrets
that sometimes shape our ways
ultimately will leave us
in chains for the rest of
our days

There is something that,
I need you to know,
That irreversibly changed,
My life.

You are experiencing the same,
Hopelessness and change,
I once did,
But then,

Something happened,
That allowed me to,
Accept the real truth.
I lost my life's Partner, too.

She was just twenty-three,
I was DEVASTATED, LEFT HURTING VERY DEEP,
And considered taking my own Life,
Because She was,
My Darling Sweet Wife.

Then it happened,

On my way to work I passed,
A small pond,
One morning in the twilight of,
A Monday morning dawn.

I saw a beautiful gray goose,

Along the pond's edge,
For three days it didn't move,
Remaining steadfast,
Like a deep-rooting hedge.

But on the fourth day,
It was gone so I,
Wondered why,
It remained
For three entire days,

So I went to gaze,
And was startled by the sight,
Of what I saw,
Another beautiful gray goose,
His life's companion,
Was gone.

With a wooden arrow piercing,
It's soft downy breast,
It was sadly all,
But laid to rest.

As I drove home,
Wondering why,
It's Mate stood by,
So patiently waiting,
I couldn't help but smile,

Cause I realized right then,
Crystal clear words of wisdom,
That this faithful gray goose,
Who stood steadfastly with her,

Was just like Me,
Then I could see,
It took time to let go,
No matter the death,

The final breath,
Of Life,
Was gone.

It happened suddenly that day
Winds of change,
Blew my way,

And in a moment,
The Son Of Peace,
Broke through,
Then I knew,
Deep in my Soul,
The real Truth,

That I too,
Had to let go,
Had move on,

Fly away,
Into,
The peaceful brightness of,
A Brilliant New Dawn