Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Today
Today, I put some earrings on
I may color my hair,
Hide the roots but
I cannot hide my roots
What roots I have are not in
Any specific place
But they are always
With me

I could get in shape
Change my shape
Change my job
I can alter my looks
Camouflage myself with
Clothing and occupation
I can continue to try
To be someone else
But that won't change my roots
And what I have grown to be

I am an artist and writer and a tourist in my fish bowl.
I have a treasure chest with pearls and crowns, all at the bottom of the sea.

My hands are never tied and they are busy all the time. Just you wait and see.

The icy wind stripped her skin to bone and crops of goose bumps dotted her bare arms and legs. She guarded her skirt from filling with air and exposing her most private of places. She pulled her blouse closed at her neck, and while doing so, felt her sharp hard nipples beneath the cotton cloth brush the inside of her wrist..

I lower my head
As if I were
A Queen with
Chin on the stone
I lower my head
And he raises his
Brush

With a sweeping motion
He
Drags his instrument from
Scalp to ends
And this motion
Un-ends me
Head over heels

Purple hue on the horizon
Clouds waltz by like a slow song
Purple river flowing by the meadow
And the river is winding and long

Birds fly up in the sky with purple wings
I see kites so high with purple strings
Toy soldiers marching fast as they bring
A chariot with a king who wears a purple robe and a purple ring

They cross a bridge over a purple lake
Where three swans swim with their heads bowed low to cry
Lest they fear the king be too late
For the queen is ill and if she sould die

But wait

the sun was shinning brightly through my window pane
And all of a sudden that is when a loud knock at the door came
There was a voice that was dark and deep with a terrible cough
And so for now the story will have to end as I put the book down
And take my sunglasses off

Today I thought
What if I tried again.
Ive nothing to lose..
Can I love again?
Even though it hurts?

Alone does not suit me
Solitude is not my thing.

Never thought I would write again
I was wrong on this..too.
Cannot be bad
Even though it is.:)

I'm goin down a back road
and I don't know where I'm goin
but I'll keep on walking down this road
with the faith that it will lead somewhere
someday
I pass many pretty places,
I hear many peoples voices
but I don't know what they're sayin
so I nod my head and say to them
'okay...'

and I'll keep on walkin down this road.
gotta be somethin up ahead to find me.
maybe I'll cross another path
find someone I understand
to walk with me

sometimes it seems like I've gone down this
road before in the past.
I went left when I shoulda gone right
I see day when it's really night
around me.
but if this is blind - I don't wanna see
I'm not sure how it's supposed to be
so I'll walk my road leave the world behind
it won't miss me it'll get by without me.

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The moon haunts me with a brightness that screams through the deafening darkness of the night...A light I wish to embrace for the enlightening...A light that that travels away from my inner most flaws...I internally chase, and attemp to hunt it.... But hunting the radiance of loves light leaves my heart calcified/animalistic...Distorted lens glued to my eyes blurs my reality I envision. Wishes I wished could all be but a wish...Pains I've made a lover only to not experience lonliness. Conception: Tears I will not let drip to malnourish the world. So instead I close my eyes and watch the moons light vanish away with the hope that was fused within its full element...Darkness comforts and enclasps the tears for the moment. But in the back of my mind the memory of this light will not budge. So no where to hide from this light. It never leaves my side.

The river flowing 'round a mystery creature
A pair of sightless eyes staring
The undersized tip of an underwater feature
Floating ever closer, haunting and scaring

An angsty look drifting closer away
Riding into the oncoming waves
Steadily rocking on the tidal sway
Deceitfully atop deep current raves

Ripples swallowed by a ghastly black pool
A boy thinking he cast the first stone
Desperately tempting, a tempted fool
As nobody and everybody is alone

The gnarled old head turning straight ahead
The bank fairly near, nearly far
Waxy lids, glassy eyes looking dead
Backflip up a wooden scar

The surface bursting bubbles from the ground
A sign, a warning? Impossible to read
Could a recent beholder have drowned?
Captured and entangled in weed?

Well, now, Superman is a real cool dude.
He's not even the least bit rude.
He helps old ladies across the street,
And says, "Howdy, maam," whenever they meet.
He's mean and nasty when bad dudes try
To do a bad number on the little guy.
He helps the police to do a good job,
And gives bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.

Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He flew through the air at a rapid pace.
Too bad he didn't see the storm a'brewing,
'Cause when lightning struck, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the sky was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.

Well, now, Superman was a real cool dude.
He wasn't even the least bit rude.
The old ladies help him across the street,
And say, "Howdy, sir", whenever they meet.
He was mean and nasty when the bad dudes tried
To do a bad number on the little guy.
The police help him to do a good job,
And give bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.

Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He hobbled down the street at a very slow pace.
Too bad he didn't see the manhole open,
'Cause when he hit water, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the water was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.

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