Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

On a treacherous curve,
Around a steep mountainside,
In a floundering ship,
Sinking into the oncoming tide,

On a spaceship bound for nowhere,
A fetus awaiting the abortionists blade,
Shifting through shadows of endless nights,
In solitary confinement counting the days,

Wandering a desert finding no oasis,
In a liferaft lost on stormy seas,
In a flaming jet tumbling from the night sky,
Step on a landmine, eyes closed, I freeze,

Are the walls closing in,
Or am I fading out?,
Can I still cry out to God,
From the deepest depths of doubt?

Is there a mountain too high to climb?
A river too wide to cross? Has all love left the hearts of
men?
In all eternity, are we forever lost?

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

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i have nought fear, of stony rain
cause of my fear, is weakness & darkness of words
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i have no fright, of ruinous fire of hell
reason of my fright, is unanswered remaining, of many questions
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i have not trepidation, of hurricanes & squall
motive of my trepidation, is absurd & dogmatic mind of human
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i have none apprehension, of savage beasts
cause of my apprehension, is wide valleys, between human hearts
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who created god ?
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mind weakness, of mankind -
is the greatest reason, to create a god ..
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when the power of human mind, is so limited -
to responde our unlimited questions -
so mankind searching for a supreme power -
(god).
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but man made god, is not the answer -
god, himself, is under a large question mark ..
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the conclusion -
is that -
( god ) -
is just a kind of soothing word, for mind of human -
and not more than that ..
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One little word is all it takes
to make a point, dictate our fate
To build a bridge or close a gate
Encourage, deflate
To give, to take.

To cut, to sew
Detach, deface, embrace
Destroy, repair .

Ditto Touché
Come what may....
Choose words carefully
Be mindful about what you say

August’s knocking with rain at the pane – soon it’s school once again,
Soon it’s autumn and yellow umbrella – time to early get up.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time.

Don’t be sad in the fall when remembering summery days,
Past the one year mark, well you know, they are back once again.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn …
It’s just autumn …

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.

It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn …

whine
why have I never enough
what haunts you
we have all things
we're empty
when erstwhile ruined empires
would have every need
was our unfulfilled love derided
wind abbot'o sea
which I now desire
witch have I changed helpless
wine it's tomorrow can't help

White pony, crossed the river
its legs, were covered darkish red
the water draws in blood and mud
the sky was turning black.

Today is day remarked by law
the village made voice threat
a bastard boy been caught to steal
a piece of onion and bread.

The crowd were clapped big fat eyes
a sound of smiling death
pronounced the sentence, the mute bastard
on knees, was looking sad.

Hooked the gallows, hundreds of souls
were dancing in crazy mad.
White pony crosses the fields, while
cold wind embraces in roaring wept.

A shiny sunset ray ran through the pupils of a young lion. The savannah moaned in the comfort of a herd of gazelles that crossed the view of the beast. The lion trembled in anticipation of a clumsy clatter to lag behind the hubbub. The heat stretched and hid the horizon. A flock of dark black wings fluttered through the depths of a tired sky.
The young lion trailed the flank, and in hot blood smeared the grass in his wake. There was a rumble, a spark ringing whizzed, a white silence embraced all the living creatures. The vault of heaven became black, the sun was not as before, and gentle ash, the smell of death, and the revenge of God, were set in all around.
Day was breaking, a sunray approached stealthily on the dark horizon, and stood behind a heavy mist. From the impenetrable darkness was rising a rumble of a mechanical monster, spreading poisonous stench. The flashed eye of the machine flew over the savannah; the air roared wildly, all living creatures were gone.
Today all is quiet, the lake behind the hill does not remember the slice of the morning's breeze.
It is quiet, the sun, lonely, keeps the last memory. The sky gray, smiling in curvy clouds - swoons.
Nuclear God brightened everything, but pardoned the nucleus of Earth, in farewell.

For better or for worse
it often ends from an empty purse
In sickness and health
until you lose your wealth

Yet often we fail because selfishness
tends to prevail
nobody seems to want to place their
faith upon the scale

There is of course the lust that dictates
to think the grass is greener else where
often learning its just not here or there

There was a time people made
promises and commitments
til death do they part
Those days are gone because
of the hardness of our hearts

We view broken relationships
as a badge of pride
Nobody that has one
seems to be interested
to build new ones
even if they tried
Probably they are just
too busy counting the tears
they cried


There seems to something wrong
with those who never married
but when viewing so many
confused and harried
to keep the torch delicately carried
Maybe being a loner and fool is
not so bad
At least a loner can objectively look
from the outside in even though its sad

Nevertheless, for better or for worse
even though it can be viewed as a blessing
or a curse

Its all a matter of individual perception
if we just can't make a connection