Last Commented Ballad Poems (503)

The poem is a drop of water,
he gives the desert the idea of the flower.

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.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL PERSON, AN HOUR TO APPRECIATE THEM, A DAY TO LOVE THEM AND AN ENTIRE LIFETIME TO FORGET THEM??

All that we
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..

mister
given that the gulls don't reconcile
my running and my fate
I'd like your awful less a smile
and rain to last till late
I'm here in walls and towers
wish to tell you plain
the beast he smart devours
though my heart only is sane
here with your long hand
the clouds roll and they pass
I see that you'll comprehend
at last it will not last
shall we not be given then
be tolled and also mate
I'll take you in and soon and when
you'll have gardens and locked gates
you may think I always knew
that you would love me still
my head, the sky and heartaches grew
I was never what you will
try to know me, losing man
I tried to show you that
nowhere in my open hand
was nothing. take your hat

Didn't see it coming,
As I made my way along that cold dark street.
That night, from the bar.
Where we'd all had some laughs, some drinks,
Truly,
never saw it coming,
No time to even run.
Before they caught me.


They pounced on me like rabid dogs,
Handcuffed, my hands,behind my back and threw me into their car,
And before I could even,catch my breath..knew what was going on,
they were telling me to run,
Into a field, ice covered, and my heart sank and I knew ,

But first they took my shoes..

This is what they call the Starlight drive,
Heard tales of brothers ,
Never coming back alive,
They Took my coat, they took my shoes.
Left me out here,
To die, and I thought for sure ,So,
This is what is meant by, The Starlight Tour.

As I huddled,in the freezing wind,
icicles formed on my body,
My body went numb, as did my mind,

And Alas.
I prepared to die..
And in my last waking moments
,I recall thinking,
Of my baby sister,
And, how she must have pleaded,
for her life.
On that fateful night,
as she endured
,,The starlight tour..

The Lord he works in mysterious ways,
There was a power company,close
by, let me come in and stay,
And one of the guys,
drove me back into town,
My hands,and indeed my whole body,
was purple,
They thought I was dead,
But by the grace of God., I'm Alive,
I survived~!
Survived their, Starlight tour,

My little sister, wasn't so lucky,
They found her face down in the snow..
And you know how cold it gets out there in Saskatoon.....
They drove her to the field, and then, told her to run,
But, first, they took her shoes...
And they told her to run..
And do enjoy, your Starlight tour..... +
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"Lonely"is a word I can't explain
'though I searched its meaning in my brain,
I know the feeling - I know the pain
But the actual meaning I can't obtain.

I know the symptoms very well,
I know the day when I befell
The gnawing cravings which caused this hell,
It drains me more than I can tell.

Could another person cure this ail?
I often wonder - to no avail.
The love that's lost - could I impale
A new emotion without fail?

Because of years - I'm insecure,
Should I act bold or be demure?
Will she accept my meant allure
Or is my age just too mature.

Love that's lost may ne'er be found,
A new affair may not be sound,
Is she truly to be crowned,
Or did I catch her on rebound?

Lonely are the many days
I reminisce the lovely ways
With one departed - who is to say,
In my life - there is no replay.

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!!

Jumping out the jarmies
big boots on......

I got this woman, she bleeds love,
As warm as possible,
This woman love's me,
True as content,
She's my best friend and lover,
I build my life in her skin,
Cross every barrier,
Close each monster,
Drive through all my mistakes,
she only sees me,
I'm a hard man with a tender caress,
True and the bliss is gold...