Most Liked Ballad Poems (503)

old boats they can charm
any ocean
fibreglass lord knows
runs afoul

and for every
newsflashy gimmick
there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel

see I do not blame
you woman
for quitting
on summer's depart

see you can't
expect a lion in winter
from the owner
of an average heart

some women
sail when it's easy
some women
take on all tides

for every man
on a deck feeling queasy
there's a port
where a true one resides

now I don't doubt
you woman
you'll find another man
on your chart

all that I do know
is that for certain
he'll be the owner
of an average heart

some varnish it cracks
in the setting
some paint
it will outlast time

some women know the man
they are getting
some women are as weak
as the brine

me I'll go out
in all weather's
see I found a french vessel
at mart

and she's strong in the ways
that you weren't
and she's the owner
of a savage ol' heart

So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say?
First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears,
seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place, shows us
the human race, we were never born to live too long, Winter plays the final song.

nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Lets start a whole new world, just you and me, we will banish bankers, politicans, big business,leave everyone equal, how would THAT be?, are they as equal as me, hey, I'm taller, I need more space, cant be stuck face to face, and theres another, hes my brother, he needs constant attention, lost in a world without direction, I need some food, who can supply?, not you not I, someone needs to take a stand, make it work, show their hand, hmmm, its going to be either a politician or a banker, yep, we are still stuck with a wanker!

Whats the diffeence between me and you? nothing!,, unless you believe what you are told is true,and ,,, of course you do,,,what is your idea of life?,, born from your imagination? or
someone else'? you live what you are told,,, nothing wrong,, its as it was and always will be,,I'm me and you are you,, can you see?

Our apple trees bore fruit, not this time but in previous years, I wonder will they bloom next year?, I wonder? I smile through tears, loving the most wonderful years, of our time spent together,, I just want you to be with me FOREVER! XXXX YVONNE

I never knew the flower that fell, I never knew, who you were, I never knew you, I never knew my heart would break, only for,,for your sake, and now I feel, that life goes on,,, without your perfect song,, an angelic beauty born to be,, for you,, and for me

If I am the ‘me’
that decides what I see
and thus am an ‘I’ not a ‘we’
why do I hear so many ‘I’s
proclaiming themselves to be ‘we’?

i.e.,
“we are all equal
we must be free
we should be saving
the world…”

I don’t recall
my consent to agree
that the ‘I’ known as ‘me’
be sandwiched between
their ‘I’ and my ‘me’

The ‘me’ that I own
is my own by decree
As my true wannabee
I inhabit quite free
my own nutty tree!

-- The sound of mystery, -
My guitar tuned itself and sent it's music!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
Yeah, yeah, --

--The sight of mystery, -
My ship and the crew now drift south!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
-- And what a mystery?, -
No albatross can been seen!, --

--The feel of mystery, -
My arms turn to fins as I dive down deep!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
All things, they await, to meet me!, --

What a mystery? - Only in a mindless dream?, --

--The taste of mystery, -
Man, I see the virgin sun swing low!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
It's where no one else has ever been!, --

--The smell of mystery, -
Mermaids gather round, inviting, wanting me to be with them!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --

--The feel of mystery, -
You can find me has you stand there in the sand shallow at the waves, I'm pulling you in!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown

Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck

I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice.. sung out from a wall

You told me to hurry.. in the words of a song.. you told me that Thursday.. wouldn't be long

Friday's new coat.. hung from my bed..I made every string.. from a hair of your head

I took you to concerts.. I heard your notes fly.. migrating to consciousness.. nesting in sky