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Seasons Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Seasons

These Seasons Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Seasons. These are the best examples of Seasons Ballad poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Lost Lover

The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.

So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.

The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.

But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.


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Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


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Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad


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The Seasons

The cold weather is breaking its grip on the land,
Tiny bulbs are shooting up and showing their color in the sand.
They look for the heat from the sun to open their leaves,
Just like we do when we roll up our sleeves.

Snow still lingers here and there, 
Frost wont give up until the land is bare.
Once spring sets in and the sun gets warm,
You will see young bees gather in their usual swarm.

New buds will appear on the branches of trees,
Soon they will open and show their leaves.
A very bright color ,when the leaves finally open ,
To make the trees look alive as all are hopping.

Light winds are blowing,to help them spread,
As the last dead leave blows off and rest on your head.
Now is the time to pick up broken branches,
That had fallen in winter,and now lost their chances.

Summer is not that far away,
A lot of people wish it could stay.
But its the changing seasons that make this world great,
They even help to put food on our plates.

A long walk in the forest in early spring,
Shows us just what each season brings.
The Lord and his goodness watches over our land,
He shows you His love , when He opens His hands.


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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Oh Spring

Oh spring, the fickle things you do
You tease with sunbeams on the face
And when at last  we shed our winter coat
You bring a shower, or maybe two...

Oh spring, you are so full or sweet surprise
You bring the blooms budding on the branch
You blow the breeze soft  upon our cheek
And bid us hear the lamb that cries...

Oh spring, yours a rainbow ore the hill
A time of lovers glances and sweet romances
And sounds of children's laughter in the air
For us you grow the greening grass, the daffodil...

Oh spring, you we welcome now with open arms
We with winter hearts that long to beat anew
You give us hope and feed our hungry souls
How easily we are subject to your charms...

Spring, stay with us awhile and wash away our winter blues
Until we have gathered strength and bid you a fond adieu..


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SOME CANNOT PRAISE THE WIND

There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving as deliriously 
as a woman beneath her lover, while their stripped-
down stepsister, one on one, spells out stillness
in inelastic nudity.  Wind shears through her, 
unconstricted by skeletal shapeliness.  
Nothing to arrange here by the coiffeur wind 
in the pared-down beauty of brittle lace-
work, if lacework be brittle.   

One nest rests halfway up on a slender limb, 
a single stem supports its phantom occupants, 
imagined, their ravenous snapper beaks -- 
landlocked shark-lings, all minuscule jaws, 
learning to prey under their mother's bellies --
inhabiting a denuded nest, awaiting a spring 
of speckled eggs, cracking the silent thunder 
of shells, to free those of gaping mouths, who 
know nothing of being born, just that they 
hunger and someone comes they do not name 
as mother: She of the dependable providence.  

For now, there are no newborns, only
a feather; feather, feather, whether or not, 
provenance unknown, caught in a branch 
far from origin like us, trapped in our casings 
of skin: softness pinioned in lacework of limb; 
ragged, if lacework be ragged. Here, 
where the sisters have been to the Salon, 
come back as frowsy as ever, but groomed 
somewhat, from a blow dry and a cut.


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Seasons Past

Bound is the significance of autumn’s course
Perished in Decembers cold,
And a symbol of its thoughts and deeds
Shall go to they imagined,
But I lay on a bed of polished silk 
Staring at an evening star 
And hoping for winters passage 

Trees ever sway in this calm breeze 
Gracing the air of the cool night,
And moonbeams dance to songs that are played 
While signs of twilight change,
Cast out a mark from banished light 
That shall melt the winter snow 
Under the softer rains of spring

Emotions dwell in the fallacy of life,
Like the whisper of a child’s tear,
When a meaning limited to its own intent
Remains in our desire;   
Come to see a seed take route 
In the quiet of the morning dew
As summer slips away 


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LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012


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ANOTHER SEASONS PAST

Autumn's past horizon's 
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves

Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death

Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth

I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong

Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths    that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect 

It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught

I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips

Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life 
there's no question of taking which


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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Weather's Changing

The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear

Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold

I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”

Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”


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The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


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to know

No one seems to understand 
Why I can’t let you go. 
If only it were that easy 
And there were things I didn’t know

I’ve looked into my heart 
Blessed and broken though it is 
I still see you in there 
Like a mirror of a wish 

Your picture still resides 
In the eyes of my mind 
Perhaps a fond remembrance 
Of someone I’ll never find… 

Is there a problem, child? 
Why do you cry so soon? 
Is there a hidden secret 
Laying dark inside your room?

I think I understand 
Why you had to leave 
But it doesn’t make the pain 
Any easier to grieve 

Each tick of the clock 
Life’s minute passes by 
One more song to sing 
Another question “why” 

Someday seems so far away 
When time goes so slow 
A melody of soft restraint 
Wonders what there is to know… 


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VIVES IN NEW YEAR

Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear

Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition

Laugh louder..
Dream bigger..
Strive harder..
Humble forever..

Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...

by: olive_eloi
5:17pm
12/31/2013
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SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


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Seduction of a Maiden Song Lyrics first notes penned England in May 2006

SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN   Song Lyrics
   By Victoria Anderson-Throop
        first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006     (call also means visit)


I remember
   When its morning
I remember 
   breezy spring
I remember 
    all the flowers
I hear larks
  in meadows sing

I remember
   When its autumn
I remember 
  red leaves fall
I remember
   heartbreak clearly
I remember 
  your last call

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
   that last summer
When the roses
  were so sweet
I can smell
   their fragrant kisses
When my world 
    was so complete

I remember 
   winter coming
When your kisses 
    turned to ice
I remember tears 
    were falling
I learned lovers
    pay a price

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
  When its morning
I remember
   breezy spring
I remember
   all the flowers
I remember
  how to sing

(ALTERNATE ENDING)
I remember
  when  it''s morning
All the heartache
   of the spring
Love has stolen
  my sweet memories
I've forgotten
  how to sing

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame


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Urban Heat

The city swelters 
mercury nearing 100 degrees
The crowds are really feeling the hear 
Steam rises from the street
As workers with shovels dig out the asphalt
Urban hear is something you remember 
The sexy outfits of the young women in the city 
Makes life bearable 
The endless spectacle that is our metropolis 
leads us to believe once again
Urban Heat
We walk feeling the rays from 
the sun on our heads
The air is thick 
As the day wears on 
stars appear in the night sky over the city 
The air cools 
At twilight you decide 
how best to survive summer in the metropolis 
Stars appear in formations in the sky 
Tomorrow is a long way off


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Morning After

The morning after, the sun is beaming
The world is streaming, with no particular meaning
The wind is blowing, while the boats are flowing
To the beautiful insight, of the flowers cloning

The birds is singing, to the whistleing of the breezing
While this girl heart is cold and freezing
Thinking of some reason, that her mind is in season
While the leaves from the trees is leaving

The rain starts to fall, as she stares in the sky so tall
Seeing the shadows of the raindrops on the wall 
More then a woman, but less then she ever can
The sound of the marching band


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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Joys of a Temperate Zone

In spring the sun shines brightly 
     after the wind has blown 
away the clouds 
Bright flowers bloom 
   Let's take a walk by 
            the stream 
  A peaceful day 
             Bright eyed squirrels rush by 
  Overhead a red robin 
    is flying home 
Ah,the joys of spring!
    But now we are nearing winter 
   a light snowfall signals 
the beginning of harsher weather 
Winter does have its joys 
   Holidays  - and the beauty of snow 
       In a temperate climate 
One can take joy in the 
     change of seasons 
  Feel happiness 
     in the special aspects 
of each of the four seasons 

















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Lightning Strikes

Dreary rainy days
     droplets fall to earth 
Grey sky above
    on Earth we reach for sustenance
  No sunlight to brighten 
our days
   As the clock continues to 
mark the passing hours
  We pray that that the sun will
   once again appear in the sky 
Tomorrow - there is always tomorrow 
   Our songs have not yet 
All been sung


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The Summer Breeze

One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather

The ocean breaths 
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.

Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?

For it’s the memories you’ll steal!


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CI VEDIAMO A CAPRI ( WE'LL MEET AGAIN IN CAPRI )

From my northern city full of rain... 
I came to this splendid island of Capri,
and through the blue eyes of Emily,
that constantly remind me of that southern sky,
I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile,
a smile that drove this man insane!

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
she said to mer sadly...
trembling and trying not to cry; 
and though the April' breeze was  so warm,
she shivered...reaching for my  hand to hold!  
Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye!

O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses...
waiting for those passionate lovers:
I must depart from you with sadness,
hoping that tomorrow I will be back! 
Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily:
I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri! 

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep,
that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young,
a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song!

" Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily! 


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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009