Most Commented Ballad Poems (503)

I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull
when the call came down the line
my dad had gone.. his time had come
and a world of hurt was mine

left my girl to anger swirl
told her "needed space"
but I was dust.. not even lust
could the hurtin' I replace

time dragged on when I was gone
my love I failed to warn her
about the rendezvous I shared with you
in a pub.. on poet's corner

"I'm the ghost of every girl you've loved"
your spectre said to me
I'll haunt your mind.. till you go blind
and then I'll let you be

and the bird that nested in the eve
fed its young in Byron's sleeve
in the pub
on poet's corner

hence every night my daily fight
is a scramble to emerge
strong and well from the bowels of hell
where the dark and madness merge

where music from the walls
is bled
by DJ spectres
and souls undead

and the bird that nested in the eve
told me that I'd never leave
the pub
on poet's corner

twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

hardly out of smallburg, green as an apple tree, two dinner plated startled eyes and jeans without a knee, as beauty slept in rapture behind oaken doors forlorn, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy, of how I slept that night, unable to articulate my thought with my delight, they made a man of me, strengthening my form, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table, my eyes fixed to my spoon, with a dozen or so sirens, laughing at my swoon.. and the scent of what I felt heaven was, seemed to be the norm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

thirty summers later, wife and family too, I chanced on to return there, my memories to renew, said the angel of prosperity, three decades on her form.. come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

What do you think that keeps people here?
The inherent fear?

The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song?

In the face of adversity, who would you be?

Afraid to die?, afraid to live?,

With nothing to give, could you resist?

To end it all, would you be missed?

Is it brave to live through strife?

Continue on and live that life?

Or leave with grace, this empty place,

Tis a question only you can face.

Lay by my waterfall,It washes my pain
take my stained clothes and hide,
the kind will not suffer..
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You never witnessed my Battles
shallow thoughts of the blind they be...
But I held my sword for your name
As you took my life,and set me free..!

So lay now,At the waters edge
and watch as tad-poles swim,
Never to forget this moment..
Life for love.love within...!

The grey began to fade,
as the colours filled the sky.
The chill began to warm,
as the sun began to rise.

A lost soul found direction,
as the eastern orb rose high.
The dark sky turned to blue,
as I thought all night of you.

Dark turned to light,
grey turned to blue,
lost became found,
that's when I met you.

I dare not touch thee under the hollow spire...... my body is but dust in your earthly home,.......... and sunset set in nightime haze to fire.,......... That we bellow in the sunken swamps alone................... To crytal moonlights glades we search the mire,.............. within the moors were fog do sleep,....................... In the deep forests where light do creep,.......... to darken time which i do weep,......... I dare but tred slow,in this dune upon this sacred time,........ wherest bell rings to distant sound,............................ and begggars feast on cheese and wine, and thee are thee,and thine is thine....!

Melodies,my heart sings
Blowing my chest up and down
Perfoming songs,looking for its throber
That will emerge one day
Like a king before the queen he will stand

Dup,dap,dip my heart bangs
Roaring like a trapped lion
Dang,dang dang,it beats
Filled with love and passion

Searching is its daily bread
Like a willing hunter it hunts
Hoping to find its partner one day
Someone to make it flow like river Okavango

SO HERE'S THE CORRECT VERSION WHICH
EXPLAIN'S "AMBERS RUN"

THE THREE OF US WERE GOING TO SEE TENNESSEE
JUST MY WIFE, OUR SIX YEAR OLD DAUGHTER AMBER AND ME
FOR A MOMENT WE STOPPED IN A CONVENIENCE STORE
AND AFTER THAT I DON'T REMEMBER VERY MUCH MORE

I RECALL A MAN IN SHREDDED CLOTHING AND A SHABBY HAT WHO LOOKED LONELY AND LOST
AND THAT GIVING HIM A RIDE WOULD COME AT TOO HIGH A COST

WE THREE HAD LEFT ALONE BUT NOW THERE WERE FOUR
AND THE STRANGER BECAME ENRAGED AND ME EVEN MORE
THEN SUDDENLY THE SKY OPENED UP AND THUS RAIN BEGAN TO SLOW DOWN THE TRUCK
WHILST TWO ADULTS KNEW WE WOULD ONLY SURVIVE WITH THE LORD'S LUCK

WE FOUND OURSELVES IN THE CENTER OF A WILDERNESS AND AN UNCERTAIN GAMBLE
AS WE MADE OUR WAY THROUGH BRUSH, BRIAR AND BRAMBLE
THE MOMENT I HAD THE CHANCE I YELLED AS LOUDLY AS I COULD " RUN AMBER RUN"
AFTER THAT SLICE OF A SECOND IN SPACE AND TIME GOD'S WILL WAS BEING DONE

IF HE WOULD ONLY TELL US WHERE AND HOW FAR SHE'D GET FOR SOMEONE SO YOUNG
YET MY WIFE AND I HELD ON IN THE HOPES TO WHICH WE CLUNG

THEN INSTANTLY I SAW A CHANCE AND THAT'S WHEN MY LEGS QUICKLY SPUN
BUT UNFORTUNATELY FOR US THE STRANGER WIELDED A GUN
UNBKNOWNST TO US THE MAN SPENT THE DAY DRINKING RUM AND FELL ASLEEP
HE LOOKED SEMI-CONSCIOUS OR IN A SLUMBER OIL WELL TYPE DEEP

THEREFORE SINCE I'M ABLE TO WRITE THIS YOU KNOW MY WIFE AND I GOT AWAY
AND I CAN'T TAKE HEARING THE NAME "AMBER" TO THIS DAY
NOW ONE YEAR LATER FOR US TWO THERE IS ONLY ANGER AND HURT
BECAUSE WE WERE THE FIRST COUPLE TO ISSUE AN "AMBER ALLERT"
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I repost it here so people can find it easier...
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Once upon the time there was a large, dry oak tree standing over the cliff, watching in desperation the sun go down behind the clouds soaked in blood... and darkness fell upon his heart... there was no hope for the dawn, it was late now, far too late... the night has arrived and life's goals are gone forever... There was nothing to live for, no-one to care for... The journey had come to its end...

Yet, the dawn had arrived when a bright white dove found rest upon his branches. His soul was filled with sparks, his heart was thrilled from joy he never felt...

How long the sun will shine, I do not know... Or that the morning dew will quench the thirst of empty hearts... or the blinking stars sprinkle their lights into the darkest corners of souls...

How long?...

Life is mysterious and relationships are complicated... wounded birds falling from the sky hear: 'Go, heal each other!', and they cry: 'Don't touch my wounds! Keep away! It is hurting! and they hurl down to the ashes in pain and blood...

Slowly but surely they are drifting apart... wounds bleed and leave scars when healed... being frightened they desperately grab after the other with their sharp nails...

Why is life so complex? Why are we so hopeless when there is so much beauty around us? When there is so much to appreciate about each of us...

A year has passed and the dry oak tree that in the past in desperation
watched the sun going down had found life again... life, beautiful beyond imagination... a year that was worth waiting and hoping for, that was worth living...
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The bin

In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside

And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin