Most Liked Allegory Poems (898)

you old friend who was in the bathroom
now I throw you in the way
je proud of you, but you always said I was too
bold for you, I, slender to be a friend
but no, you say you are so big for me
And now it out you must be,
from badroom be
I am free from your terror you see
Your bathroom weight:)))

Awake! Awake!
Look to the hills!
The Poet Slayer
Cometh!
Flee for your lives
ye who take up the
pen!
Your words have been
weighed in the scales
and found wanting-
I come riding on a
red horse and shall
put to the sword every
frivolous word written-
Tear your eyes out and
dare not look into the
eyes of truth!
Your dainty words are
a stench in my nostrils-
I will not stomach these
mindless rhymes of blue
skys and green pastures!
Sheep! Mindless dreamers
all of you!-
I will charge into your
valley and slash your
pretty fables..and your
noble sentiments fit
only for frogs!-
I Slayer, will expose
your tearful phrases
of dewdrops, and golden
sunsets as mere food
for the locust-
Your futile rants of
beauty shall be trampled
without mercy-
Your own words shall
drown in a sea of black
ink,and every mothers
child shall fear to
write another word-
Run you mud dwellers!
Your feeble rhymes will
be plunged into a river
of molten lava!
Yes! I Slayer Cometh!
And by the sword I shall
judge your WORDS!~

Time is movement
Forward or back
And we're in the middle
Forward stretches
What's to be
Backward goes
Our history
How we act
What is now
Affected by choices
Future is
Or soon to be
Decided by
Our actions

With ragged nail I scrape
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.


Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.

Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.

Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.

Quiet stealing thru the room
Peaceful words invading
our checkered hearts
Transforming us into poems.(poets?)

Walking on a wire, waiting to fall,
Living in a dismal mire, I extend a claw.
Burning with an inner fire, ignited from all I saw.
I look at my hand, for it is a claw no longer.
I feel a sickening start and, then come the pains.
Then like the desert sand it settles and majestically reigns.
I wonder, truly, am I even sane?
I look back over the years, look back at my life of fears.
They were many, then fold, it would take years to name them all told.
I hunger for flesh, and suffer a maddening craving of infatuation.
I begin to bleed inside and out, my garments are red by saturation.
I long for all that I once had and gave up for power,
I would give it all back to have just one blessed hour.
To have that unfathomable ignorance that is bliss,
To have my passion made flesh and to receive just one kiss,
But I sacrificed happiness and love and all I have known.
To increase my understanding, and be better than what I have shown.
Now I fight off the madness, which comes to those who know too much.
I hunger for peace, even as I know this can no longer be.
I pray for a release, yet I fight the release that looms before me.
Blessed you are, yet soon to be cursed if you understand my words,
For you will thrill at knowledge until it becomes all your pains and hurts.
Yet, I know I am not fully sane, and I care not much anymore.
I learned the terrible lesson that knowledge is the most horrible vice.
You love it then you hate it when; you are caught by your own device.
But you gain much and lose much more; but unfortunately this is the price.
Now that I have the knowledge that I have sought,
I find I cannot explain it, coherently, to anyone; thus, it is all for naught.
I have passions, and unbelievably terrible pains, yet I hunger still.
I do not believe I can find happiness or rest, whatever I will.
So I seek only one who can understand and hopefully perceive,
The truth hidden in my words, then shall they, my wisdom, receive.

As I was a baby
I became a child
Who became a man
Who went to Heaven

Every rose I knew died peacefully,
In the stillness of the room
Or indeed the buzzing gem garden
And rottened and was excluded
And thrown away, unwanted and unneeded.

But the rose of her heart has deep roots,
Never shallow, that absorb water to live,
To flourish and bring joy to your eye.
Although its leaves may be covered brown,
Be cut off in suffering
She will bring the new foliage on, in hope,
Like Ceres - her love is deep

And knowing this and knowing the untruth
My throat hardens when she calls my name.
With pretended smile I always answer
In hope the right time comes
To reveal the spider web
And the flies caught within it.

As a droplet of the sea
I thought - I expected - I wished
To vaporise - vanish into the colourlessness
To fall down again completing the cycle
As the right time comes, but here
I was Rose. Trying to dance at Loughnassa,
Yet as Sysyphus got to roll on the past stone.
And you. You thought you were Zeus,
But no, not one nor Hercules.
No trace of nobility in thy glacial, bronzed eyes.
You were simply the life pariah and I tried,
Tried to bring relief to your, by now,
Utterly altered lips. Your hands. Stained.
Tangled in the continuous web of silence.

The angel's halo shone lit up by the dim light
Of the coal - inky, plastic lamp.
Its not dim but more.
My confidantes, my girls of Paradise,
I was becoming the one but your arms
Opened in a half embrace welcoming
The droplets of melancholy
Soon to be diamonds of the history.
For we had to be once witless or imprudent
To gain the wisdom that still awaits in
The threshold. I crossed the door unaware,
In a wave that came - to vanish again.

A heart is not confined
To time and place
Our thoughts like stones
in a brook are washed
Renewed by the river of life
Pure are the cold waters of adversity
Rejoice in the warm currents
That spawn new life
And grow into the person
You are!