Most Liked Ballad Poems (503)

Love is freedom not a prison
Love is sensuality, not rude
Love takes you and leaves you breathless
Love will win, does not use violence
Love makes you smile and cry
Love makes you hope for a better world
Love is what makes you dream, the one who gets you through all distance
Love has no age, no limits
Love, overcomes all barriers by putting their rights in the shadows
Love is peace and serenity
Love, four letters to be happy

sleeping toes with snorted sighs
thunder rolls
of creeping cries



who calls as seasons spilt

not I
FORGIVING
raindrops

WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path



One we want to save

a new day

a new dawn
collapsing

For all the things that you do for me,
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing,
For loving me so much,

Through all the mistakes and ups and downs,
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love,
For being my council and guide,

My conscience, values and principles,
All the goodness that I possess,
These gifts that you've taught and shown,
I'm able to honour and express,

On this day and every day,
I'll always be your loving son,
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum.....

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...

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

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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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!!

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Casey at the Bat

BYERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER

A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

When we are born, we enter the world. This my friends is the start of the circle of life. We get to know our parents and are spoilt by countless relatives. When we are toddlers, we learn to walk and talk. When we are children, we go to school and learn right from wrong. We may find ourselves lucky enough to have a sibling.

When we are teenagers, we decide which path we take for better or for worse. We leave our childhood behind and start to enter adulthood. We may find our first true love and learn to drive a cat and get our first taste of working in the workforce. When we are adults, we travel around. We may marry our childhood sweetheart or someone new and become parents ourselves.

When we are middle aged, we may become grandparents and spoil our children's children. We may think about retirement. When we are old, we start to slow down, this is the saddest part of life. We also know the end is near and therefore plan the next phase of our life in heaven. When we die, we know that the wheel of the circle of life will keep turning as we are not forgotten. This my friends is the circle of life.

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