Most Liked Ballad Poems (503)

Pop, it's that time of year
when Christmas is nearby
the earth has made
its trip again
around the velvet sky

we fought like tigers
all the time
we both could not back down
and once I grew
beyond your frame
I stood and beat you down

but I'd trade pride
and everything
to have you here.. you see
when you went too early
to your rest
you took a part of me

It took me 40 years to learn
that you were flawed
and great
you loved this time
you loved us all
but you were hard by fate

so as the snow
taps morse to me
about how I miss my dad
I think about
his face up there
and the qualities he had

you laughed and worked
upon the earth
you defended cub and den
you did your best
with the cards you got
and you raised a few good men

forgive me dad.. I'm headstrong
I should have never raised my hands
but I guess I'm just my father's son
your footsteps are my strand

she looks at me, mid pub, and asks
in a way, rhetorical
as if she knows something
I don't and will never

"why do you live on a boat?"

for the sounds of raindrops
above my sleeping head
for my conversation with dawn
always the same woman
uniquely dressed

for ebb for flow for light
light such as it is
it informs, comforts, and listens
for breeze, whiped

for a wild mirror
pitched at an angle
past me
to show truth

for the lone swan
whose visits mean more
to me than it

for the years that should have taken
yet didn't.

for the woman I'll know I'll meet
who speaks in the dialect
of unaware kindness
dresses in the clothes of realism
and sings in the key of smiling

for ropes for knots
bowline
single sheet bends
carrick bends
reef
anchor hitch

arteries around
this chamber of peace

friends hear me now and hear my plea
I've wintered long in fields of sea
I've fought and fight against the wind
I've seen both poles and seen them twinned

yet all things to come and those before
are just footfalls outside the door
and though each heart has a promised land
the strongest castle is made of sand

I saw her first in a time of toil
when the path to peace fell away to soil
and her blue eyes did call me home
before I knew that word I used to roam

over half built streets of the mind and soul
when the blackest hearts did mine for coal
yet hear me now I must command
the tallest walls are made of sand

and so we move from port to port
finding love and trial and work and sport
and the grains that are part of the whole
are but a sprat amongst the shoal

so live with more than sums of part
and build a new and fearsome heart
yet be aware of where you stand
that every castle is made of sand

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

The night the bard of Stratford died
Ye olden days to which we yearn
now to whom this may concern
those river parts before the sea
are usually taken by degree
a flood can hardly be contained
with darkest sun, and moon that waned
she flew along to meet the tide
the night the bard of Stratford died

The night the bard of Stratford died
the sky turned ugly, open wide
animals hid inside their barns
taverns reeled with horrid yarns
and down upon the cobbled road
the beasts that struggled with their load
said to natures law we must abide
the night the bard of Stratford died

The night the bard of Stratford died
a court was formed, the innocent tried
a priest was called into the room
butcher, baker, bride and groom
and on the morrow we shall see
the tailor make a guilty plea
the judge determined a soldier lied
the night the bard of Stratford died

To learn, to know, to be, to grow, and all the could be’s, and
All the should be’s lost in ignorance, a waste of space and a
Waste of time, a waste of life no reason no rhyme,
At sixteen, just a teen, at twenty one, more to be seen,
At thirty one friends have come and gone, no lesson learned,
Not yet, still stubbornly bold, cannot be told, but there’s time
To be, and time to see, and forty one, same old song, hope there’s
Future not the final gong, so, fifty one passes by, at sixty one, over
And done, too late to be, to late to see, forever destined never to
Be free, you’ve lived a life of stupidity, now you’re wealthy and strong
So many things you think you have, so much riches you think you
Own, until you lie dead cold as stone!

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 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.

Is poets corner the place to be?, to lose ourselves in our history? to complain in verse of a life gone wrong?, or sing out loud our favourite song?, let feelings out what's life about?, or whisper quietly, help someone out?, when someone writes abusefully, it's not their fault, they cannot see, allow those things to be that way, help them more, nothing more to say!

Once upon a time when you were you and I was I,
and nothing grew, and noone knew, when the still was
all there was, what oh what could we do?
Then we found a way, to release and be, the you
and the me,
To create something new, hidden in view, actors
all, stand or fall, to be or not to be,
It was always you, it was always me!