Most Liked Allegory Poems (898)

Stacked in columns
of numbered memories
Black boxes tightly
sealed
A warehouse of
forgotten dreams
Heated moments
frozen in
Time
Universe folding
within and without
Wraping up my
consciousness in
gravatational glue
The past is trapped
in the number 6
And number 9 has
no future in
the present
What is shall be
And shall be again
When glass horses
shatter iron
moons
Electric emotions
spin within gold
rings
The DNA of thought
is eternity touched
spirit
A white bearded
old man sits in
a chair guarding
the Black Boxes
With his cane he
taps on a box
Out of the box
escapes a thought
at the speed of
light
The 85th dimension
is merely one atom
in time
And all thoughts
must pay at the
ticket booth where
the color of
consciousness is
is bathed in
ethereal light
The old man laughs
and his laughter
echoes without
a sound
He is that he is
and amuses himself
with wine of his
own making
The banquet is
set and the old
man sends out
the invitations
Gently he taps on
the Black Boxes..
but ony few come
to the feast..

This thinking game
has tired me out
When it's all
thought through
I'm left with
doubt
Between the beginning
and end I'm lost
in the middle
Could love be the
answer to this
timeless riddle?

The moon is woman
Bathed in celestial
light

A jewel set in
the heavens
Crowning a
starlit night

Her charms bewitch
Her mystery
untamed

Her beauty
matchless

Intrigue her
name~

wild horses
are free to roam across the plain
wind whisks their pace
their open domain
watch them
they must move all the time
and search for the pasture
they graze and roll in it
wild children in laughter
so many colors so much power
as they make their way
across the border
i watch them freely
notice the order;
these wild horses take no note
of the time or weather
they do what they must to survive
they stay together
wild horses are running unleashed
alive and free

Oh, nature!
Who hath seen thee
but admiring eyes
Why doth thou not
speak of thy own
beauty?
Hath thou no voice?
The tiger knows not
of her beautiful
stripes
Nor can the horse
contemplate the
grace of his
stride
And no autumn was
ever heard boasting
of her splendid
colors
Surely the earth
in her mysterious
path through the
heavens will regale
us with shameless
self praise
Or perhaps the rainbow
will whisper in our
ears the secrets of
her prismatic colors
Yet creation is given
no tongue with which
to speak and lives
as a blind man who
cannot behold his
reflection in a
glass
But weep not my
beloved sun, moon,
and stars..
For I have eyes to
see, ears to hear,
and a mouth with
which to speak
And I will voice
praises for you
I will listen for
what you cannot hear
And I will see myself,
in your still ponds
for I am a wandering
rebel..
and there is none
like me~

Hope against hope..
We chase the dream
of life through a
decaying cosmos..

Trying to outrun
the vortex which
shall snatch us
into eternal night

The maze..

The paradox of dream
and reality..

Behold! The vastness!

Look over your shoulder..

It cometh!

The shadow of
consumation..

Yet, fear not..

Death..has been
swallowed up
by life~

A Poet is ....
Like a painter
Who brings out
From a plain canvas
Such beauty
Like a branch
Of a tree
Of many colors
And make the most
Beautiful flower
With great purpose
To share with
The whole world.

Life is like an old dirt road cut through many ledges
Because sometimes that is only where we are welcome
Like beautiful flowers growing up upon their edges
Or by a painted mailbox on the last stretch home
Our road is really not a road unless travel is allowed
Or weeds and trees will quickly make it disappear
Our road is not a road unless it is grated and plowed
For pot holes fill with water unless the snow is clear
After many passing storms they always needs repair
Swollen creeks at once will flood and wash away the fill
Every road is a fixed distance going off somewhere
Flat or straight, twisting or turning, uphill or downhill
They will always challange us wherever they will go
Sometimes they are empty sometimes they are full
For everyday we must travel on them whether high or low
Always make your journey happy whether you push or pull

you say your money, they feel so well
And you never never tell
for they you feel as well.

for you love is Monye I never never baby
gave a check to them.
and then you so sweet so sweet,
will you helping me,baby

me bank is closed I need your suport
and that was all you told
so That love was very schort and bold
and that hanny was all

One evening on the way home
you stood there in the light, so bright
in my eyes I saw the light of a soul
seeking for some one. a home
his uniforrm was no longer so clean
It`s so broken,so rag`s
he hurt a leg on a tag


he talk so still,
say said so poor

I will sing a song for you
if you give me a way
i can go,for food
belive it`s one who give
find the faith to belive
I haven`t eat on several days.

a silent tear fall down on the cheek
i have no please after they geth me home
and he had so good a soul
he asked for help in this world
a a soldier with no home

I wiped the tear so falling down
and took the hand so dirty so cold
follow me to the the town
there we hav one so you not falling down.

give som food , and fiks your boot`s
and wash your clothes.and sleep you need`s
you geth your home and the peace
do day you i so you in the light
to morrow you will feel right.
thank for i so you in the light