Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.



You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!
Get Your Premium Membership


Age Ballad Poems | Age Poems About Ballad

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

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Abecedarian |

A Ballad from the Far East

Going to war, give 'em hell
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Dragons sleeping in my veins

It's just too damn long that's all, yeah
There's nothing special about the road

There's nothing special about the road
Rest assured these things I know
Until all is lost
Endangered species, caged in fright

Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013



Details | Ballad |

New Years Ballad

Centuries old trees are common 
But centenarians on 
The street are a rare sight indeed,
As rare as it could be.
For hours slip and days melt away,
And as youthful spring fades,
Silver strands race to O’ertake. 
Faces once gleaming with dreams
Become creased and weary,  
So cherish each fleeting moment
To do good and repent!
Swap the temporal for the true, 
For an Eden of your own!  

 Poem Released Into Public Domain

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016






...