Most Liked Allegory Poems (898)

I'd like to think I've been useful
With all these thoughts on papers
It's not just a bunch of loose bull
More like adventurous wordy capers

Stories for entertainment perhaps
Morals not insinuated, interpreted
For a moment in time, silent lapse
Contemplate these things I've said

Life which is simple, is also beautiful
Enjoy the simplicity of natural things
Hardly could they be anything dutiful-
Just smell flowers, sprouting in spring

Don't think, just feel, about the natural way
Feel the very reality of the nature of real
At least one moment, every passing day
It's a high payoff for a minimal risk deal

Feel the sun bathing your face
Or the shade, clouds given by
And a lover's timeless embrace
After having cooked together, then dined

I plead not for my own fame
But for richness and fullness in all your lives
Stand tall, and discern against shame
Know well the smiles of your children, your wives

Question

What
Everything I want, and what I do, can it be so bad that it drives my desires from my life.
If everything can only lead to this, yet my convictions and beliefs be from logics depths
Is it because of the interface between logic and emotion, the places the heart and mind meet
It is the flaw of this place, where a man cannot truly understand and a woman cannot explain

Why
If this is to be the way of the world, the way things must be, why then try
It cannot be from the heights of desire, from joy that one would lead this wish to be made
Perhaps it is, when we know not our paths and the world seems new; we want to share this dream
As we grow and age wiser we realize that it is not the heights that lead, but fear of the depths

Who
To share of this living, to become even more and ride the gestalt, must we dance upon the ice
We seek our match to bring us joy but we do not know the path it takes to find this worthy
Worse, when we find an enticing bauble we might believe we have reached the end of the search
Only to find some flaw within ourselves that cannot be undone, overcome; found wanting

How
Do you not believe there is a way to discern our path, help us perceive that what our heart desires
Can it not be found, this mystical, mythical path to our lives salvation and heartfelt need
Must we wander our days and nights alone and lost, wending through the maze of what could be
I believe there must be a way, but I seem to recall my logics flawed and emotions mar the sight.

Unnamed Desire

A moments lost in time, stretched out until the beat of the heart seems a dirge
While the clock takes it slow sweet time to bring forth the next second
Splayed upon my sheets, legs akimbo, arms stretched forth the hand griping for life
As my head rocks in time with the gentle pounding I can detect as my tongues sweeps

As eternity begs for the next moment to pass, waiting upon your massive surge
The banging of my heart, slowly, painfully bringing the mighty moment of reckon
As the thrust of hips meets somewhere in the middle, hip-joined, I ask you to be my wife
Knowing this moment may be all we have and hoping to keep it from parting us at it leaps

Yet upon this bursting moment, as the universe applauds and bloods chorus loudly sings out
I realize I hold no sway, no manner of grip upon your heart; that your soul slips through my grasp
And the terrible aching loneliness of one pours back into my empty shell and the light fades
The moments swaying trembling passage leads ever forward and away from our desire

And still, lost in the sands of time as age creeps inexorably forward my heart doesn’t doubt
I would spend any spare moment, and every one you would allow me to bring your breath in gasp
Your pleasure to command, to bring forth your quickening desire, this you did never have bade
For this amongst all, your pleasure and love, I long to call forth your roaring raging lustful bonfire

People standing in a queue,
moaning their arses off
Because the poor lady at the till,
Can't find her credit card.

They stare at her mercilessly,
As she fumbles with her purse,
Not giving a damn that she's panicking,
And trying to not make things worse.

Eventually she finds her credit card,
And pays the,
cashier,
The people in this rotten queue,
Start chatting once again.

I look around in disbelief and shake my little head,
Wondering why they cannot see the stupid things that turn them, red.

Being gentle,kind and loving,
Isn't so hard to do,
The only thing it really requires,
Is to put on your neighbours shoes.

What goes around,
Comes around,
I trully believe in that,
And I also believe that one lovely day,
We can all stop being, selfish,
Spitefull,
brats!

“If Silence is golden, what is the color of noise?”
She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life.
Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would.
When she was very young, she freely wandered the globe. She traveled deserts, mountains, oceans, and prairies. Before the first insect, frog, or human, peace and tranquility ruled both sides of the world.
When creatures began to roam the earth, she went her own way, often just in her own company.
She had many occupations during her life. She cared for young children playing quietly and newborns as they slept. That, of course, was before TV.
She worked with night watchmen and lone sheepherders.
Education was her career. She taught many philosophers and mystics. Her universal school transcended religion, politics or culture.
Her passions were as unique as her solitude.
You frequently could find her in empty churches or abandoned houses. She filled ball-fields after midnight.
She avoided crowds and anything mechanical or electrical. She never listened to music. Her music was soundless.
Her hobbies included hang-gliding and mountain climbing. She spent many of her vacations in the Grand Canyon. You could often meet her fly-fishing trout ponds high in the Rockies.
Her friends were often prayerful. Most of the others liked solitary walks with her in the woods.
She was Beethoven’s lover in his later years.
She was a companion to Helen Keller.
She spent time in prison camps and in solitary confinement.
There wasn’t only crying when she died. There was yelling and blaring and exploding and pounding and ticking and dripping and roaring and squeaking and throbbing and barking and thundering and ringing and elevator music endlessly.
Few know that she has died. She simply is not around anymore. She left no remains, inheritance, or next of kin.

Yesterday~I was full of fear and trepidation.
Today~I am swinging on the edge of silliness.
Tomorrow~I will set my inner child free.

Yesterday~I was crying because my heart was trampled upon.
Today~I am cynical and full of desperation.
Tomorrow~I will attempt to transform myself.

Yesterday~I was afraid of the dark places in my soul.
Today~I am learning to face my fears full on.
Tomorrow~I will just be my quirky, uniquely, engaging self.

When things are going badly,
And you're feeling down and blue,
The whole world seems against you,
Here is something you can do.

Find a quiet, private place,
Where nobody will intrude.
Lock the door and draw the blinds,
To ensure your solitude.

Take a moment to relax,
Let your mind and thoughts run free.
Remove restrictive clothing,
And indulge your fantasies.

Dim all lights except your screen,
Play some music nice and low.
Now don't get in a hurry,
'Cause it's best to take it slow.

There's nothing wrong or sinful,
In composing poetry.
Just wash your hands when finished,
And don't read that cr@p to me.

Thank you for your comments,
That you have given me.
In under one month of
Observing,
I'm learning how to be.

Expressive in words, and
Describing things,
But please take note,
This is not easy for
Me.

Musically talented, that
Is my gift,
But words were never easy,
expressing,
Just like this.

Yes I am a newbie in
The art of poetry,
But everything I write,
Is truthful and,
Free.

So thank you dear poets,
For the things you write,
Maybe one day I can get my
Grammar right!


Ha ha! Don't you just love
The english language?

Spell has broken, magic is all gone,
The moon has lost that old special charm.
Guess some things aren't meant to last that long.

In this old world, magic's running thin.
There is no way romance's gonna' win.
Hard to believe it has ever been.

Sweet enchantment gone away for good.
Who would have seen that it ever could?
Should have known it, never thought it would.

Saw it coming, still tried to pretend.
Wanted to think it would never end.
Magic left us, won't return again.

This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you
Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow
I know you were enjoying that
I know you got the pleasure
I enter into you like Julius Seizure.

You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
You were crying like a child
You were laughing,you were mild.

This was a capitalist approach,I entered into you
You know capitalism is the rule of thieves
You might be stolen,you might be scattered like the leaves.

what are you thinking? Please scream
I want to enter you like a dream