Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Poetic justice,
Catacombs of Disregard,
Enhance expressions,
With written emotions,
Makes you have goosebumps.

Spandex is a privilege,
Essence are not nonsense,
what is one plus one?
that's easy its ten!
Good! excellent answer,
You will be someone great soon .


Devil may cry
Do you know why
Coz they can't fly
And they can't die

From that tiny seed we all grow,
to become who we are meant to be,
some of us to always remain in the hedgerow,
while others stand out like a tree,

whilst young in bloom we look to shine,
growing fruits to beckon the new,
bringing pestilence from time to time,
but roots within make us strong, to give us lifes view,

Within your sap you grow to your tune,
looking for that love to entwine,
even though your thoughts look to the stars and the moon,
snap, goes another branch as the water turns to brine,

You replenish your strength and grow some more,
for across the meadow is the one who may be,
your roots and feelings stretch to adore,
someone else has cut the path, making it difficult to see,

For another seed has become a tree,
standing in front and blocking your view,
all proud and resplendent they may be,
but lowly as you may think you are, your roots are very true,

The tree all proud and glowing,
your own leaves are glistening with growth anew,
and now the harsh winds are snowing,
you dig deep to keep your heart in view,

Lightening strikes and thunder rolls,
your hedgerow cushioned by the family of you,
bitter frost and howling winds take its toll,
and sadly that big grown tree is no longer in view,

Crushed and broken for its own need to shine and glow,
quietly your flower blooms and stretches for someone new,
for roots and depth is what we need, never to be shallow,
for you know your sap and roots will always be true.

My Queen, My Queen,
Where should i start?
My own flesh, remolded,
The protector of my Heart.
Our seed forever cursed,
And I have made it so.
For when you fell under temptation,
I allowed you to go.
A Man, Created as a Leader,
With God given Dominion.
A Provider and Protector,
At one with my Companion.
I know I let you down,
I watched you get led astray.
But I will secure a better Tomorrow,
With my Leadership Today.
I hold myself responsible,
This burden is mine to bear.
'Cause when you needed Me the most,
Only the Serpent was there.

All right, this one will probably confuse most of you, but if you truly read it, not just for rhyming, which it does through out, it actually does make sense. Read it a few times or so, if you must, if you still don't get it, then simply enjoy the complexity of the rhyme of the poem. No, it's not a rap.


“oo” <----the web site changed what it's suppose to be. It's suppose to show the dashes over the o's to show the long O sound.

Andrew, Mathew, who’s who,
eating Irish stew in Honolulu.
New blue shoe residue,
cheating fish threw lanolin shampoo.
Witches, corkscrew hairdo, brew,
cook until well done.
Bitches, Zulu kung-fu, review.
Look downhill, smell venison.
True-blue voodoo tattoo,
outgrew you and onto Xanadu avenue.
Taboo shih-tzu “jujitsu” zoo.
Untrue Malibu sand withdrew into view.

“oo”
Date: in the past (the mid 90’s or so)
Lyricist Inc.
CEO David A. P.

Many ages the old tower had stood
yet once it had been the very centre
of activity to all who enter
for centuries all weather withstood

Witness to many battles all hard fought
many feasts and weddings held in its halls
and fine chargers housed within its stalls
yet now looking back it was all for nought

Time had taken its toll, now just a shell
ravaged by weather, could it be saved?
the man stood looking and his heart craved
here in this tower he would like to dwell

Work started, it was long and arduous
slowly the tower returned to glory
with the new stone brought in from the quarry
at last done it now stood victorious

(untitled)

I stand alone in symposiums that confer,
listening to them build up their vanity.
They gossip behind their bottles of liquor,
with complete disregard for other people’s privacy.


Lyricist Inc.
Date: 1995
David A. P.


Feel free to make suggestions for the title. Not saying I'd use it. I more than likely wouldn't, as this as well as a few of my other poems and lyrics, have gone without a title for nearly 20 years.

Glowing in loves hold

Rain tenderly touching me

Crossing mountains peak

Visions of the Goddess have danced in my head
She writhed and twisted as if I had her abed
The shock of awe was nothing to dread
She has filled my dreams as water on the “bled”
Now her magic fills me in her stead
Leading me onward where cowards have fled
Lading me with verse no others have said
For the gift of her blessings my life I’ve plead
To share this bounty even after I’m dead.

I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway

Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay

wild horses
are free to roam across the plain
wind whisks their pace
their open domain
watch them
they must move all the time
and search for the pasture
they graze and roll in it
wild children in laughter
so many colors so much power
as they make their way
across the border
i watch them freely
notice the order;
these wild horses take no note
of the time or weather
they do what they must to survive
they stay together
wild horses are running unleashed
alive and free