Most Commented Ballad Poems (503)

say it in a sequence
of silent lullabies
say it in the echoed
phrases of goodbye

say it a way
that one day makes me care
say it so I kayak
through the rapids of your hair

say it without speaking
without thought or conscious guile
say it in a fraction
of the whole that makes you smile

say it loud in quiet halls
without worry or concern
say it in a foreign tongue
the one I'd never learn

say it by the way you walk
by the way your hips block light
say it by a waking kiss
in the middle of the night

say it as a tidal surge
impossible to curb
say it by actions only..
we both know love's a verb

he grew up tall
in this small land
and worked the beaches
field and strand

until reward won mind
and hand
and left his youth
for golden band

so two were paired
to understand
that marraige took
its own demand

"what then?"
cried Yeats's Ghost..
What then?"

his bandaged hands
found fame and wage
as status grew
about his rage

and wilder hearts
could never assuage
the fight inside
that always stayed

when life was hard
and fears did age
his story writ
upon a page
of blood red ink
and subtle beige

"What then?"
cried Yeats's Ghost?..
"What then?"

the band of gold
he wore as ring
did lose its glow
refused to sing

and wore away
the very thing
that made his world
a bell and ring

and each new love
brought everything
except the glow
of anything..

that's her

" What then?"
cried Yeats's Ghost..
"What then?"

I know there's a dark cloud hiding in the sky, waiting and watching where we lie, but it will never find us, when all that we can see, is u+me = love and how it should be.

Today is the last day I write to you,
for you have never replied, my heart
has died, and all that I was is lost
and gone,

My love, my darling, I cannot stay
I cannot live another day,
don't be sad if I'm not here, I cannot
shed another tear.

Hearts? yes
be they a bell
still dimly
all a chime

though faint and pure
it sleeps a'rest
neath the fraying
canvass of time

yet
what is
comfort friend?
what is rest

and what balances
the ledger
of your heart
when all her mores are less?

subtle guile
commutes
to inferior shores
tís true..

and how can a man
love his girl
when every
heart is blue?

the only place
a fearsome heart
will only
ever hide

let me sleep
in the valley
beyond the reach
of every horse and guide

when I tamed rage
and tried anew
a road emerged
that led to you

when I quit work
and made a career
I fed with tune
my starving ear

when darkness fell
about my boot
I shed the cloak
that hid the truth

when I buried hate
and then forgave
a poem grew
around the grave

As I listen to the rain drops,,falling on my roof, lost in contemplation, not being aloof, just thinking about existance, how they reflect it all,, they are here, they fall, they cease to exist,,, just like us all,, a moment in time, its all that we are, dont look to the future, dont look too far, we're a whisper in time, we can cease to be, suddenly, ,,,,,,,, its all made up, by you and me.

could a woman love the light
could she'd gladly lease each part
could the angel of our darkness
make a mooring in her heart

could a human heart beat answers
so each vein would never cease
could a good soul stalk it's death
so all death would know no peace

could she tame satanic iron
could she make it turn to rust
could she break him with her subtitles
could she torture him with lust

when time has all but ended
could she be the holy hour
could God who is all knowing
fail to calibrate her power

could a raven haired messiah
all but split the finest line
could every ledger nature fashions
be un-balanced by design

alas his plans revealed
as an architect's unfurl
in a bar inside your soul
sits the devil and the girl

So, the ruling few have been bitten in the a** by one of their own, what will they do now? Oh they cant believe nor comprehend, how this will go or how it will end, Putin screwed them, now hes not their friend, time to regroup, hes not in their loop.
They were happy to play the game all along, now its over, its all gone.
People can see, that the powers that be, are only interested in, well, not you or me.
Ukraine stands up and heros all, they fight for their country until they fall, as the west stands by with not much to say, along with the powerful USA, WE are behind you one and all, we just cant intervene or answer you call.
We can send you supplies, promises and lies, and wait until all of you DIES!
So we sacrifice our brother for the safety of each another?, I dont agree, I will never see, how that could be, RIGHT.

bearded, wild
quick tempered be
my natural place
is on the sea

my northern star
her memory
the anchor locker
and the quay

nets to fire
rope to splice
my heart in summer
full of ice

her smile the sun
her form the shore
wrought from toil
her lips are pure

I see her now
amongst the waves
those hazel eyes
the tide betrays

net mending
as the season grows
needle dancing
through the rows

my hands are coarse
sandpaper'd rough
mist kissed skies
are not enough

blonde curtains draped
her smile unfurled
her hair falls over
the globe of my world