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Uplifting Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Uplifting

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BEAUTIFUL BLUE WORLD

I bent down 
kissed the top of her head gently 
For , I must go, 
in to the night 

This beautiful blue world 
I cannot see it all in one day 
Sails set and unfurled 
Moon, full 
Silver at play 

A kiss to last... 
A day... 
A lifetime... 
For, I must go.. 
In to the night 

On the deep blue 
As wide... 
As my heart is open 
Beautiful blue world 
I love it too 

One day at a time 
A kiss to last... 
A journey... 
As far as the heart, 
is prepared to go 
A kiss to last 
Journeys' past 

One day at a time 
This beautiful blue world 
Held in my hand 
Like a kiss... 
A set sail... 
Such things 
To my heart, 
always last


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Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.


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This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









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Never Told You

Tired of talking 
‘bout weather
Other trivial things

Tired of talking 
‘bout food
The price of tangerines

You may outlive
This aging man
Before I go
Please understand

Never told you how 
I love you 
When I held you
In the dark

Never told you how
I love you
I was never
Very smart

I never told you how
I love you
When I kissed your 
Baby face

Never told you how
I love you 
And I pray it’s 
Not too late

I would  tell you, 
“That’s what men do…manly men don’t say,  ‘I love you’”
That was my alibi
But what men do should be corrected
What men do can’t be accepted 
If it makes your woman cry

Tired of talking 
‘bout scandals
Rumors of the day

Tired of talking 
‘bout old mistakes
Who deserves the blame?

The Winter of our lives
Is drawing near
Let’s change it to Spring
From year to year

Now I’m telling you 
I love you
Though the words are coming late

I’m telling you
I love you
And it feels so good to say

I’ll love you in the morning         
Love you through the night
I will love you through the tears
And all the tragedies of life

I’ll stay with you forever
Love you every day
Love you,  love you, love you
It feels so good to say

Love you, love you, love you, baby

Feels so good to say…..

Love



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In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning
There’s silence all around
Of the noisy din of people
Not a trace it can be found
Just the cars there in the distance
And the early morning song
Are all that’s heard here by this witness
And the peace is loud and strong.

The dog is lying on the ground
Just a chewing on a bone
It's an awesome kind of feeling
As I sit here all alone
And the silence fills my being
As the gas fire heats the air
I am dazzled by the sweetness
Of this feeling soft and rare

The morning sky is turning blue
As the darkness fades away
It seems the world is waking up
All the birds begin to play
As they flit amidst the branches
And the greenness of the trees
That sway so very gently
In the early morning breeze


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Poetry Soup

Since joining just yesterday,
I have not had much to say,
As I sit here idle,
Waiting for a title,
I watch as you pass my way,

I am honored to be here,
While a select few may jeer,
Mostly I can see hope,
From the end of my rope,
Bringing about a joyous tear,

For all poets who have been called,
Disenchanted or enthralled,
Our mission always true,
We inform and move you,
To make you act or make you halt,

To rise above and expound the truth,
Or to lose ourselves in a groove,
Whether blatent or far out,
We live to learn - live to shout,
About love, laughter or the blues,

For although I may be new,
To this small poetic group,
I see what you've built,
With talent and skill,
Namely this Poetry Soup,


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If the world were full of hippies

If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove

Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay

Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth

We'd grow our own vegetables
 and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell

Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother

We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand

Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun


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GOOD THINGS ARE DUE

First trimester and you're barely a dream,
But its rapture to know that you are there!
Appointments are made, is all as it seems? 
My moods swing, crest than fall, joy to despair,
Then I sit and pray in my rocking chair,
Sweet gift of life, I already love you,
But I've learned that complications aren't rare. . .
God cradles us, whispers good things are due.

Second trimester, I'm told my eyes gleam,
Finally, we feel we're able to share
The wonderful news to our stunned home team,
Those infertile years were so hard to bear.
They ask if I want pink or blue? Who cares!
I buy yellow things as my waist accrues.
If worry prods, when I wake from nightmares,
God cradles us, whispers good things are due.

Third trimester, this barge is bursting beams,
How you turn and you twist, you have such flair!
Right around midnight, I feed us ice cream,
In the nursery waits your teddy bear,
I packed both our bags; I think we're prepared,
Will I raise you to be kind, wise and true?
When questions like these run rampant and blare,
God cradles us, whispers good things are due.

At last I hold you and kiss your soft hair,
Sweet girl, here's the first lesson for you:
When days are bad and your patience wears,
God cradles us, whispers good things are due.



*For Paula Swanson's How Due You Dew Contest


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She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
eyes 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
sleeping. 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
color. 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
better. 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 
it.


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In the Stillness

Along a forest path that few can see,
   Just as the sun is setting in the West,
With owls and ancient oaks for company,
   I wander in my solitary quest.
In shadowed dusk the world is at her best --
   When lacy lichen clings to cooling stone --
The feathered robin turns toward her nest,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

There is within these woods an ancient tree
   Whose roots provide a peaceful place to rest;
Like gentle fingers, they encircle me
   When by my thoughts I am too much oppressed.
Then I am of a sudden joy possessed,
   Which I claim quickly for my very own;
I feel the love of Life within my breast,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

And in that place, I ponder silently --
   Admire the tiny toadstools neatly dressed
In spots and colors, sitting quietly,
   And cannot help but by them be impressed.
The rights of others they do not contest,
   Nor under worthless burdens grieve or groan;
I understand their tiny lives are blest,
   And in the stillness I am all alone.

So when dark doubts and fears have reached a crest,
   And deep despair has pierced me to the bone,
I find that path and grant my heart's request;
   And in the stillness I am all alone.


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