Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

In a forest filled with wretched brier,
not one bud escapes its ire--
the gnarled roots and creeping vines
pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines.
But deep within, a flower lies,
hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes.
She stands up tall. She stands alone.
Standing strong, but still unknown.
One night, the flower hears a sound--
heavy footsteps upon the ground.
Out from the darkness appears a man
with clippers, shovel, and watering can.
For countless hours he continues to toil,
removing the flower from the soil.
She wonders what the man intends
to do with her, and to what ends.
He carries her past countless trees,
and in the distance she soon sees
a humble home with a soft, warm glow
coming from a single window.
The man sets the flower in a hole sized just right,
gives her some water, and retires for the night.
The very next day, when the sun starts to rise,
the man reappears with a look in his eyes.
A look of compassion and spirit so pure,
she knows that their love will forever endure.

[Short Poem:::::::::: "On Biggest"]

[The biggest laughter
is not the one
with plenty of peals,
but the one when tears
rolled down your cheeks!

The biggest anger
is not of murder,
but, when your heart
failed and you died!

The biggest victory,
is not of medals won,
but is the one of
mind over matter!

The biggest goal
is not of the footballer,
but of the goalkeeper,
saving that match-winning
goal of the opponent!

The biggest wall
is not the wall
of China, but that
which divides humanity!

The biggest heart
is not the one
that only gives,
but never takes!

The biggest enemy
is not outside,
but within you!

The biggest black spots
are not of the Sun
but of your character!

The biggest loss
is not the death
of your wife, but the
breaking of partnership!

The biggest happiness
is not of reason,
but without any reason!

The biggest fall
is not from Mt. Everest,
but from disgrace!

The biggest Bank is not
the one where billions
are invested, but the
heart of a person
where Humanity can
Bank upon always!

The biggest best-seller
is not the one with
highest number of sold copies,
but the one that has
discovered the mystery
of Homo-Sapiens!]

_____ The End_____

Manohar Bhatia.
Copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.

[ Short Poem ::::On Smallest ]


[The smallest distance
between two points
is a line; but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!

The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!

The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you' but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!

The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self, but the one that
hurt the other selves!

The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!

The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!

The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!

The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth, but the one
known by telepathy!

The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!

The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!

The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!

The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips, but a
love camouflaged by lust! ]

_____ The End ____

copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.

[Of what use is this Number One
when One is a lonely number
without any friends, associates, family?

Of what use is this Black & White
when there is reality in grey
a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?

Of what use is this worldly togetherness
when the poetry of life is aloneness
an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?

of what use is the scientist promising hope
when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness
that can open your mind to total awareness?

Of what use are these world of colors
when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey
creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?

Of what use is this confession before a priest
when sinner can redeem his life reading bible
where our Lord God has put his signature?

Of what use are these wars fought among nations
When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation
for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?

Of what use is this live-in relationships
when joys of parenthood are calling us
for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?

Of what use are these winnings of a roulette
when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round
for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?

Of what use are these best selling writers
when a single Shakespeare has sold the world
in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]

_____ The End ______
copyright@ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.

the words you speak give you away time well be the price you pay watching every move you make connecting the dots well seal your faith when exposed in the light your fancy words not so bright eagerness is bliss what you PARTAY this well be your final day your aura of monster surrounds you but the real one is in your head like poison running through your veins in the night creeps to your brain evidence of prof he well be obtained finding you out well be the game honey is sweet like candy cane catching you well be my fame

washing the mother of her womb picking the flowers before there bloomed cutting down trees with poisonous breeze killing the man for witch he stands crushing the hope of ours children dreams only to gain for foolish greed animals we like striped from the seen putting the worlds faith in a handful of men do they care we may never be here again playing god and blaming the world for all there sins there well be no beginning until it ends

If you not here to pat my back you must be trying to steal my magic hat, you'll have to do better then that, with the words power I well obtain your loss becomes my only my gain, your words come in then go away from birds of pray I must astray, you'll have to do much better then that to take away this magic hat ,plenty of things I would like to say for your discouraging words I can only pray you'll have to do better then that is what I say!......

Tomorrow
ever full of hope
can never be

for it has no place on earth
yet dwells somewhere
‘twixt dream and expectation

It has no being
to call its own

"Oh! Plenty wars, to seek, with eager men to die,
As many weaken hearts, to spread by peace, a lie,
With filled minds of wrath and empty mouths of blood,
With wicked whispers near, as far as weapons flood
The same old wrecked world where tyrants rule and thrive
The everlasting crowd – and o, alas! At last!! Who feels alive?!
The dim over the candle, which spread the lofty dreams
Among those shadows – lost – in such a sprout of beams,
The ripple softly falling, of golden cup’s beheading,
When fiercy swords are drawn, for jewels fall when shedding?..
Or maybe broken bones, for masters, and cruel laws for tyrants,
As well as lots of aces rise to crush such heap of ants,
- If not – why not?! – more stones, to build the shrines for giants
Which never seems to end the poison among plants?!..
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! There’s no one, left alive,
To tell the story further for ears that strive to listen
Such nonsense of a mirror from which the whispers glisten
Around the edges, death – this blade who guards the hive;
There’s nothing else to raise, for heads that lies beneath
A truth that’s long forgotten, replaced by some gods
Which often show at wars, to spill more blood – such odds! –
Where wrath had sunk already, like ivy changes heath;
Without a fear of dying, there’s one, among the ravens
That lurks around these realms, to mourn, to weep, to yell:
From death, to life, the bard’s awoken spirit, - look!!
Where silence seems to cure, had nothing else to tell!.."
(extract from "The Quotes Garden" 2017-2019)
©Th3Mirr0r

Should I drop U a note
naturally again l am eating alone
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Ur a no-show
likely doing the three famous maestros
Larry, Curly and I hope
U choke
on Moe.
I'm sorry but feeling pretty low
losing my Piedmont pillow.
I remember U long ago
U tried to corner the market playing the blues on a banjo
Made sense nobody knows
Maybe since lock in cellar sits a dusty jazz piano
Then Lock jaw denied U fame and fortune blowing the piccolo
always known for Ur solos
this was before wearing out Ur welcome on the cello,
Started as a joke
writings odes
to The Twilight Zone
staring the fallen saint, Billie Joe
who had an episode
when she lost her halo
when rain turned to snow
It slipped from her dome
while dipping her bent toe
into the dark cosmos
but caught the eye of fire breathing hippo
in mid-pounce on a giant translucent minnow
So the story goes
like a Viking's fine paid thru the nose.
Plunging halo
now traveling at speed of light heads for ground zero
was caught on film in slow mo
oddly snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic gringo.
Never scare off any crows
Each of them having a mind of their own
Scavengers are at home
grilling up some squirming lizard toads.
on the sun baked roads,
like on US 95 thru Mosco
not in Russia but Idaho
and yet the halo continued to roll
for years through God only knows
til it finally landed in Chicago
on the Antiques Roadshow
shown off by an old crone
or St Joe incognito
with big nose
who lived alone
making a cameo
drooled over its host
a fat sweaty fellow
who smelled like pork roast
sampled his ear lobe
on toast
out doing Van Gogh
Anyway my hat off to poor bloke,
with necklace yoke
now a foot off the flo,
at end of his rope,
swinging low
to tune of Desperado
fading in and out on solid state radio.
Once again The Silent Landline Telephone
takes another mofo.
dreams he gives up the ghost
but wakes up surfing down an ice flow
in hills of Glasgow
tripping too much Gingko
staring past where horizon aglow
but alas seeing nothing that doesnt show