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Ballad Miracle Poems | Ballad Poems About Miracle

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The moon

The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.

Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.

But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2012

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The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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The Beautiful Spirit

This beautiful spirit comes to me in my dreams
It's always the same the ora she displays just gleams,

Some times I can see her so clearly
And other times I can see her bearly,

She floats in mid air and signals me towards her
Wanting to let me know that miracles do occur,

The silence is all I hear
And for some reason it all seems so clear,

This spirit I speak of is my beloved sister
It has been 6 years and we still miss her.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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unconquerable king john

a fire breaks out in his pants
whenever she walks into the room
but she just laughs
at how quaint he is
she has eyes only for the old man at
the end of the bar
his beat era leather socks are just up her alley
his pocket protector lifestyle is just
the thing for her wedding plans
she could always see herself
with his type of narrow shoe smart fella

he leaves her and her lover
at the dark bar
and wanders the lobster cages
looking to trap the feelings
that made him feel like
unconquerable king john
with his magna carta series pen
but this night is too full of babe sweet
and her pocket protector cowboy
so he goes home
to lay on his bed on imaginary nails
and suffer all the trials that good men should
wants to be worthy for the pay off
wants to be in line for the pearly gates

babe sweet and her man
live up the coast now
they own a bed an breakfast catering to the insane
who write great novels
on the walls in crayon
and spend their nights
hanging out on the roof singing ballads
to babe sweet
and her cowboy who lasso's the moon
its a wonderful life plays on the tv
every night year round
cause thats the dream they are sellin
that if you work hard
someday itll pay off

jerry garcia's picture hangs
in the lobby
he looks out at the changed world
with the shocked expression
of how did all these people miss the point
as the just go on beating eachother up
and crashing the gates
he is in the back room of babe sweets place
hiding from all the gretchens
and trying to redraw the lines of reality
we all got lost out there
gotta reinvent yourself
before the gretchens and the hangers on tear it all down
gotta bend the road before it bends you
just like unconquerable king john

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

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Lost and Found

To imagine after all this time that has gone by,
    I would be talking to the one that once caught my eye.
Out of nowhere one day she just seemed to appear,
   Just so incredibley surprising to me after all of these years.
Sharing all those thoughts and dreams we once had ,
   How we laughed at those days yet it made us a bit sad.
For the feelings I did not know she had for me ,
   It only makes me wonder what our lives would be.
Our hearts now beating as they did back in the days,
   How we are acting like children going out to play.
The love I feel for her has never felt so strong,
   A love that once was I thought was forever gone.
But to my excitement I can honestly & sincerely say ,
   The love that was lost has been found and here to stay.
This thing we have found in this love between you & me ,
   Joy and happiness for the rest of our lives is what I see.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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kara's flower

her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her eloquent beauty whispered gently on my eyes
she gave me a soft sorrow by declining the offered flower
my words like autumn leaves gathered dryly at my feet of clay
my intents pure of heart stumbled weakly
as i tried to explain
that a breathtaking glimpse of her had found me
she was standing subtle and alluring in sunshines vivid light
highlights in her hair a golden hue like a regal crown
lost in the imagery of her smiling moment
lost in her radiated gentleness
that engulfs like silent fierce seduction of your heart's better natures
you only think of heartfelt wish to see her joy
you breath and live to see her smile
you will love her presence like summery sunshine's kiss
you will adore her silken voice like moonlight dance upon water
the offered plastic flower but a token of adoration
a bauble cast with noble intent
for a fine young goddess
(for morning book kara... :-) a really nice girl and nice friend)

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

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The Future

As she showed her palm to the Seer
The air was thick with dread.
The girl's eyes were filled with her fear,
when her palm was read.

In a low, soft voice the Gyspy said:
"You will meet a good man..."
"Tall, dark, and handsome?" the girl said,
Not looking for romance.

"No," the woman said "someone better...
A Man who makes dreams real!"
"Who?" asked the girl in the sweater.
"That I cannot reveal..."

"I can tell you though..." said the hag.
"That you will meet soon,
somewhere far from this main old drag."
"How soon? Before a new moon?"

"Yes, yes, you must travel far and wide.
You will find him far-off,
In a home on the riverside,
Near a church and mosque."

"There he will teach you the secret...
The lost secret of life!"
The girl gaped at such tommyrot.
Angry, she said "Jesus Christ!"

"That CANNOT be true, you swindler!"
And with that she rushed out
Leaving the old fortune teller,
Who would sit there and wait.

You see the Seer knew something...
That the girl would meet him,
Soon, and then she would again think.
Soon, her dreams would evince.

Copyright © Del Phil | Year Posted 2013

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miracle on 131st

remember those days we sat 
over looking railroad tracks 
picking up rusty metal E's
while collecting long cattails 
to burn keeping the mosquitos 
at bay while my eyes were 
dazzled by lightening bugs 
we'd catch placing them 
in mason jars sometimes 
my cousin would put them 
on my ears for glamorous jewels
i fancied that as we sat reciting 
hymms humming throughout 
langley street leading straight to 
our lady of the gardens entrance way 
funny how long four o'clock took
opening her flowers right at mass 
the gentle way you tended 
to my scars on my knees 
after a long run of hill deal 
at george washington carver school 
retrieving golf balls just to tee off 
before big momma called us 
for dinner i was so young then 
our time will never end you were all that i had 
much more than that you were my dad

Copyright © Yolanda Jones | Year Posted 2013

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Actual Evaluation Time

Diamond worth of gold
Appraisal perhaps I should praise
If forsaken, then who am I in this den?
I ask if there will be a murmur.

Who declares “I am the forsaken!”?
Then watch your mouth and account for it
Who then worth praise or raise
Is it your darkness or your brightness?

Behold and admire your admirer
I proffer “can you create your naira”?
If yes, then claim mountain
Poor perplex night soil man.

If at most you posses a naira
Count this: a prerogative
For you is not anything
In the hands of your Maker

In God hands we are made
In His hands we are a fake
He gives and takes
In absent of no one
He is there as cake.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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Miracle on Earth


Salute to the lords that formed
Our land
Tribute to the angles unseen
During the day,
Few where born to be great
Different sand was used to create,
On my wooden slate,
I try to meditate
Soyinka suddenly appears on
This page
Do you notice Baba's black and
White gray?
With his tentacles in shining 
Am still in shock Soyinka hasn't 
Been ordained,
The god's of words and human
Metaphysical brain
Will always favor few names,
You should have heard of the
Great Achebe?
Kindly read few lines of J.P Clark's
Poetry that makes kings reminisce
You can only translate if you
Read again and again.
Miracle trained to make little
I pray thee ink shall never sleep,
Seeing who sees the unseen,
Heard you predict battle victory,
I see in you a shining evening,
My father of golden reasoning.

Habib Akewusola.

Copyright © habib akewusola | Year Posted 2012

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Astonishing rush, night

	I never believe that a smile could hurt you
And cancel all hiding like a superstitious fear
To be separated by both --
The hiding darkness & the question who's kidding.

	Not questioning any smile allow my womanhood to cross
Over your body, she says, gazing into my eyes, and with the touch
	Of my nerve and what I stand, I make you stand.
That's my love, isn't? A windowless that only it's rolling on
	And it makes the breathe to explode into the spring!

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012

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You're everything to me

You’re the songs I'm singing

The reason for my day

The hope of my tomorrows

Light that shines my way

You’re the dream that makes me smile

You’re everything to me

A miracle from heaven

Your love has set me free

Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2017

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Did you feel the gentle breeze blow
Of angel wings fluttering in their show
Can you feel their presence now
As you learn of their afterglow
Should there be a miracle in the wind
Where adversity is beaten and you begin again.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017

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Lost by FAR

My sins have put me in this state of mind
In this frantic selfish plea for help

As our world crumbles and drowns around us I dare to ask for forgiveness , for sanity, for peace and for love

Who am I?

To kneel at your feet and beg you to save me from myself
To fill my children with faith,hope and love
To allow them to live the joy and peace I lost so many years ago

Who am I?

To implore you to end the thoughts and voices in my head
To mend my broken heart and allow me once again To serve my spouse with loyalty, respect and love

Who am I?

 But a lowly sinner who has lost her courage, her wisdom and her strength

Who am I?

Copyright © B FAR | Year Posted 2017