Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

As i weave a trail in the blue chilled night,
my cabin in dim cabin light,
sways rested on chided waves.
Occasional clearings from distant light,
throws shadows fleeting through my cabin.

Alone on a strung bunk,
I read of St' Augustine,
his days and nights,
the arc shadow of the soul.

The buoys bells, close by the bough,
jingle to the waves moods.
Gentle lappings on the boats wood,
gurgles in its fall.
I weave answers,
Everything must fall.

Through my mind,
running legs;
must be aching.
All day, it was you.

A harp without strings,
no pleasure to hear.
Love's pleasure lost,
your absence felt

Now night is here,
on my pillow.
The scent is mellow,
in slumber I rest

Trapt in a place
locked in by my heart
so many places to go
but there's no place to start

but that's how it goes
it always seems the same
the door that could lead to happiness
is blocked by a single flame

It started as just a matchlight
but now engulfs half the door
but things may get better
so i'll wait here a bit more

But that fire grows higher
and there is no water in sight
the darkness takes over
and I'm stuck without light

Now I sit here
burned with regret
because i could never be satisfied
with only what i could get

On a strong N.W windy day,
I went cycling.
The sun was playing hide-and-seek.
Downhill I raced, no brakes.

Nice country-views, no cars to
spoil my race-track.
Fields, greenery carpets, endless
were my focal point.

Cycling-meditation was my aim.
Shutting off my life.
Me and my two-wheeler going up/down
the jolly garden of Life.

Wet,fresh air sucked my lungs.
Singing birds, played a Bach Sonata.
Glossy brown earth was laced scanned
onto my sharp eyes.

Later, breathless, sweaty,
I pushed more up a gradient.
My swollen eyes,my dry mouth,
I was waterless, empty vessel..

I cried. I shouted.
No one heard me.
Life is cold, rodent infested.
No Love, no gold to fill my purse.

Is this the camel's straw?
No, my sinewy back does not carry
a fool's delight-ducats.
Than, strong legs won my Waterloo.

Aching heart, smiling, I reached my hole.
As for Love, I will race on, till I find
my Taj Mahal.
Happy, I won, no trophy,a medal called Hope.

At noon, Wednesday, me and my canoe went to the beach.
Warm, clear skies, I rowed.
Mirror turquoise-blue sea,my yellow canoe touched.
Earth-brown jelly-fishes danced the samba.
I laughted, my face wet, sweaty, and salty.

Many minutes, I arrived, at "Calypso's Den".
On a golden carpet of sand, I pulled my canoe on shore.
No seagulls greeted me, no butteflies,only dragonflies.
I drank, water quenching my dry heart.
Than I saw her, a mermaid, sun-bathing.

She looked at me, through me.
Her lips smiled.
Sea-breeze brushing her silky blond hair.
My legs were heavy, smiling, I waved.
Sharp pains shot at my heels.

Was it Love?
I jumped in my vessel of Love.
Rowing, eyes ahead, not looking back.
I cried,with Joy.
My arteries were full of honey.

At last I touched the end of my journey.
My eyes looking at the endless blue sea.
Happy,after waves kissed my heart.

Jimmy was waiting on Shelby Jean
In the parking lot at the Dairy Queen
He knew she's gonna be there soon
Then they'll blow this town like a cheap balloon.

She came in cryin' this morning at the store
Said "I swear Jimmy, I just can't take any more".
So he quit his job and he drew his pay
Now he's helping Shelby make her getaway.

Oh sittin' on go
Waitin' on sundown
No more beatings to be denied
No more bruises that makeup can't hide.

All these years she tried to love that man
But all he ever gave her was the back of his hand
Now Jimmy is a young boy, just out of his teens
So many things he still hasn't seen
But he's old enough to know wrong from right
That's why he's helpin' Shelby make a break tonight.

Drove all night, drove all day
Jimmy listened to everything Shelby had to say
How she suffered at her lover's hand
He said, "Honey, I wanna change that if I can".

They pulled over to take a little rest
Shelby put her head down on Jimmy's chest
And she could hear the beatin' of his heart
And it sounded like the rhythm of a brand new start
And she's gonna let him know
Oh, she's just waitin' on sundown.

They're just waitin' on sundown.

'One more cup of coffee before I go,
to the valley below...'
- Bob Dylan

The poet is a coffee filter,
the world a blend.
I am not the nutrients
nor the soil.
I am not the rain
which seeps into your being
before you awaken.
I am not even the bean.
Those before me have ground you,
have broken you.
I am here
to take your scattered being,
all of it,
and give it freshness,
molding you into a vital,
intoxicating
elixir of life.
One that burns the mouth,
Scolds the flesh,
Stains the teeth,
and enlivens the soul.
I am the poet.

I remember the day that he came in
I can't believe how long it's been
Like a poet he began to play
Just an old friend that hung with the gang
A drinkin' man he had no plan
But he played the 'bird, played it for free.

'Cause I know he's here- he's everywhere
Take a look around and you will see
That cross we bear, it's in the air
Lord we thank you for those gifted hands.

There are demons we live with every dat
That tear at our hearts and take us away
To another place, some of us don't get back
These words are for the hands of the workin' man
Who believes in himself and he understands
Love, hope and faith are The Maker's plan.

One day we'll all take that ride,
And with those gifted hands I know you'll fly.