Most Commented Ballad Poems (503)

the cafe was closing
and the air was darker
than age
Mary was fixing
her order
and her world
had become
like a cage


will you still see me
on Sunday?
will you wear that dress
and look nice..?
but you know
that a question
ain't a question
when you
got to ask it twice..

and the sparrows
still play
in the cornfields
where we used
to make love
and you'd sing..

ain't it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything?

I drove down there
around midnight
past farms
that seemed
to be free

but I knew
one day
that I'd buy one
and that
would be the end
of me

talk of music
and college
of dance halls
lawyers and gown
but it's hard
to dance with a roughneck
when a banker's hand
owns town


she was getting tired
of me
my work, my car
and my dark
and I looked to the heavens
for answers
and saw nothing but stars
and a lark

"I heard she married a doctor"
my friend Dave
did say
later on

and I smiled
like it meant
nothing to me
and got sick
when I knew
he was gone

now the sparrows still sing
in the cornfields
neath the mountains
where she
used to sing

aint it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything

and her car, her car
is a dream.

The thunder rolls above my head, some God is angry, something I said?
If lighting strikes then I am done, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run,
Did I take some name in vain? Release thy wrath? instill the pain?
God above will show his love when all obeys, what God says!
But I just don’t know what I should do, so many God’s, which one is true?
I think I will take a different view and be myself not follow you!
In this world of diversity who knows what’s right who knows what’s true,
I won’t take sides or follow blindly, I’ll be me, and I'll never deny your right to see, what’s true to you, is the way to be.

cambridge on a sunny morn
a professor deep in thought
a quasi quantum quandary
his mind now overwrought

now the kernel of dilemma
the cause of his unease?
with fish and chips for dinner..
should I go with mushy peas?

symbiotic clarity
coupled with his fate
yet the "mushyness" of peas
was abhorrent to his plate

order over chaos
his findings quite profound
yet a theorist
must work backwards
to a premis pure and sound

he expressed it as a formula
elegant in tone
he wrote it on a post-it note
and hung it by the phone

twenty minutes later
his mobile broke the breeze
and a tired gruff glaswegian cried:
" I canna read Chinese!"

In the rhythm of the universe, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of stars, a story to be told.
Its celestial ballet, a grand choreography,
Passion's dance of darkness, a divine symphony.

In depths of indigo, secrets are kept,
As Luna's soft glow, our dreams are swept.
Her silver beams, like whispers of desire,
Caress the earth, igniting love's own fire.

The night sky, a canvas, painted with grace,
Galaxies swirl, a cosmic embrace.
In every twinkle, a lover's vow,
With each pulsar's beat, passions avow.

The moon, a luminary, in love's embrace,
An eternal witness, to each heart's chase.
Its crescent smile, a lover's art,
A beacon guiding, from the start.

Beneath the night's veil, emotions bloom,
In the shadows cast, hearts find room.
With gentle sighs, the zephyrs play,
As night unveils its mystique display.

The universe's rhythm, a lover's plea,
In every quasar's flash, a mystery.
The passion of night, an enigmatic spell,
In cosmic silence, hearts compel.

So let us dance, beneath the stars,
In night's sweet serenade, no bars.
Embrace the universe's grace,
And let love's rhythm find its place.

I see you everyday
its not important you see me
I'm the the man who moors his boat
near your house upon the quay

your son is older than me
learning issues, t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear

you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
everyday he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt

"who looks after you?" I think
as the ocean soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands

you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty - three

I worry for your future
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome

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"

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

where music
from the walls
is bled
by DJ Jazzy
and a girl called Red

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

well heaven knows
and heaven lies
I'm travelling down
this road
under.. stationary skies

the distances are vast
I can see no end
its easy just to dream
it's easy to pretend

if my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
I'd fly past all the corners
that this world brings

I'd fly down to Texas
just to say that I did
I'd hold the world
in a coffee jar
and then I'd close the lid

but my truck is an old one
and my clothes ain't new
so I turn on the radio
and I think of you

if my truck was an angel

I heard there's a mountain
at the end of this track
I don't take shit from anyone
I ain't coming back

because the sky is endless
and the trees are new
and when the world is greenest
I don't want to be blue

If my truck was an angel
if my truck had wings
then every sign would be songbirds
as the mileage sings

I'd rather go home
and live up a tree
than to be dry forever
and forget the 'ol sea

and I'd rather go hungry
than eat on the street
than miss every wave
and places they meet

I'd rather live in a hole
and stare at the stars
than live in the veins
of buses and cars

and I'd rather leave you
than live in the town
where the air is a stranger
and you wear the 'ol frown

I'd rather not laugh
if the cost was too much
If I never felt salt
in the places we touch

and I'd rather take truth
that a palace of lies
as time is an arrow
and flawless she flies

I'd rather hold you
than own your whole soul
and I'd rather go hungry
than live on the dole

and I'd rather grow old
that to be young in chains
as the sea has my heart
and it always remains

the air did move in silent sing
as linnets sung on warble wing
and truth did shine upon it's clock
as two moored souls depart the dock

time bent around the sides of trees
as grass made love to naked knees
and dappled light found darkened shade
as hearts defied what time obeyed

a blanket framed the dry formed soil
and used as seat the fruits of toil
and I saw magic in her stare
that told me truth resided there

rustic bread in champagne flute
stepping stones back to my youth
noise fell away in lieu of guile
I bivouac inside her smile

I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you
or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way
to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that
are heartfelt and meaningful, no matter what you write, it's right, for you, a
place of freedom to be, to say what you feel, without the fear of reprisal, if I
say black, it's my black, I don't need you to tell me there is white, I know,
life is life, you are you, and tomorrow may be,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,lets see.