Most Commented Ballad Poems (503)

be it in the tumble
aft the winch
or out the bow
in winter's pinch

my heart oft seeks
the raven tide
in floating cabin
I reside

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

my northern star
her memory
the anchor locker
and the quay

pots they sleep
as nets are shot
my hands are claws
my body squat

born rough
to warp and splice
my heart in summer
full of ice

net mending
as the season grows
needle dancing
through the rows

She likes me but I just love her
Alas my heart repeats it too often
I do not know how to stop this pain
I do not know how to live this fear.
I love him so much and with a little banal love
I love it so much that it hurts me too much
How can I forget it?
Every day and every night I only dream.
Yes, I often dream of her
These dreams become more and more beautiful
And it's with her that I spend those nights
But alas, the alarm clock sounds too early.
How many times have we seen ourselves love ourselves,
How many times have we seen ourselves there

The day is not the same
Everything changes when I wake up
I do not know the sunlight anymore
Everything I live is never wonder
Yes I love it and it destroys me
I know I'll never get out of it
I feel like locking myself in a black box
I feel like I can not believe it anymore
And I had believed for so long
That I no longer have the notion of time.
All his words and all his actions
Our moments of love and tenderness
All his looks, all his smiles
All today makes me suffer

I know that one day I will walk in the rain
I know that someday I will not know why I live
I know that one day nothing will make me want
I know that one day I will die of love for her.

OUR HOUSE


I'm painting the kitchen cupboards
And I've done the hallway too
But I can't decide on the trim
Misty green or powder blue
New tile on the bathroom floor
Matching shower curtain and all
But now maybe I'll just renovate
And put in a corner shower stall

When I'm done you'll really love...Our House

I don't know why I'm telling you this
You already see the finished plan
I just hope you are pleased with whatn you see
But I could use a helping hand
You can see all the mistakes I've made
And had to do it all again
But when you look down from the clouds above
You'll see a very lonely lonely man

Applying the finishing touches...to Our House

I know you're living in a bigger house
In a Mansion of Glory, up there
But with every nail I drive and each wall I paint
I'll do it with loving care

Because this is ....Our House

I bet the neighbors will all be glad
When I'm done..so they can sleep
But we talked about fixing this old place up
And it's a promise I'm gonna keep

God! I really miss you....in Our House



Oh, I almost forgot...say hi to Elvis for me!!

peggy sue.. got blue
as her man
he ran away
and left her
with a cabin full of bills

It's true.. she knew
that he'd up
and leave one day
and she slept
beneath a bottle
full of pills

and this bottle
eased her pain
bouncy castle's
for her brain

and she worked
her fingers
to the bone..

.. and the only friend
she had
was bein'
alone..



peggy sue.. like you
had dreams and plans
and schemes
voted
most likely
to rule the world

she tried..
and cried..
and cried and tried
some more
as the years
got caught by winds
and were unfurled

there's a hole
in mamma's brain
where all the pain goes
and that is life
and life is hard
I suppose
.
big dogs
do have big ears
its the same
with blood and tears
sweet bones
dont last too long
on broken rodeos

peggy sue
died too
in the fall of 85
after serving
in her own
domestic war

and bottle was put away
and her kids
went seperate ways
to a place called
god knows where

with god knows who

I came from the sea
I came from the sea
is that woman still there
does she still wait on me?

I toiled on the sea
I toiled on the sea
until I took a man's life
who tried to take mine from me

I fled the sea
I fled the sea
and hid inside the bark
of a lonesome tree

until lonlieness
of the mind and heart
did lead me to a door
I didn't want to live
inside a tree anymore

I knocked on a door
and her eyes met mine
and two more below in furs
that took chase
against some distant noise
that wasn't mine or hers

the clock above the mantle
swung its arms around the hours slow
as if by chance
the golden bars
had never been aglow

and as days came and went
as tide outside the door
her loneliness wed mine
and was no more

alas fate did intervene
a year inside our faithful dance
some off duty cop
sniffed something off
at some off duty dance

a smile upon a face
that had never seen a smile before
and my hand in hers
too much for this neighbour to ignore

he made the call and suddenly
all my world
was framed by iron bars
assorted lawyers.. judges.. cars

my story was spun on the lips
of legal spin
how I had killed a man
and robbed him of his kin

his blade to my neck
neither mentioned or reffered
but justice was seen to be done
and thus.. justly served

she waits in dreams
with the boy who calls me fondly.. dad
the only time of love and peace
my madness ever had

I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free,
Her trust is lost, in this poetry,
To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not
Fine,
Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let
It end,
We will unite, we’ll win this fight, together we will have a
Peaceful night.

I sit transfixed as thought it flies
to see warmth twice inside her eyes
a carraige full of moving breath
some bound for life some bound for death

the train arrives and brakes do bite
and all else there is prop and light
a flicker of wind... a dash of rain
I see her breath on the window pane

she gets her things and does a check
a silk scarf hides a graceful neck
her lipstick stains my white starched shirt
to me a mark I had from birth

some hearts will always poets be
I taste her breath and know, not me

not me

the day was sketched
time added air
with roughened strokes
in spaces

the sea inhaled
sands grew
around memories
bivouacked

a swept stroke emblazoned
on a hidden horizon
counterbalanced
by the edges

mushroom umbrellas bloom
licked by salt
and the rays
of technique

lines and curves
superimposed
over
whiteness

and the shell of us
stretched
by the crab
of ennui

I thought you were made
of grey texture
a thick impasto
dipped in methylate

we meandered on wet canvass
pursued
by deadline

viewed by
strangers
within
and without

hanging
in isolation

our own chiaroscuro

I could've had religion
but I loved God too much
I could've fought for a living
in boxing rings and such

but I guess we are who we are
and we can't outrun ourselves
and the traits that make us rounded
are often stored in others shelves

I could've been kinder
to the girls that shared my bed
I couldve talked and listened
and let some inside in my head

but the world's an inverted question mark
pointing to the east
and the sum of every good I've done
is balanced on a beast

the more dangerous the obstacle
the more determined I am in tone
see I've always been a protector
to every soul I've known

for work I mind for money
the wealthy and great
the affluent and healthy
beneath the cloak of fate

at home i shroud my family
by planning and device
a shield of hard experience
deep roots untouched by ice

I couldve had a different life
I couldve been carefree
I couldve swam in lukewarm ways
but I chose the Atlantic sea

as cold as knives each morning
as salt it licks my scars
I see the dawn's reflection
in a billion floating stars

she was crying
in the sea
unloved and worn
she spoke to me

her heart and boards
were long ripped out
her diesel engine
left in doubt

yet I heard her
heard her true
in her estuary
of blue

I spent a fortune
on her hull
I slept beneath
the dawning gull

weeping wounds
carved by years
open sores
wept salted tears

a friend helped me
with her coat
a rising tide
lifts every boat

and I rescued her
that year
out of wet rot
out of fear

yet twas she
who rescued me
with my work
upon the quay

less days
to think of you
my retro thinking
hours few

the odd bewildered
passerby
would enquire of me
"Why?"

this dishevelled
bearded man
eating something
from a can

I thank the thousands
that walked past
who saw her place in life
as last

they failed to stop
and read the signs
they saw no beauty
in her lines