Life Ballad Poems | Examples
These Life Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Life. These are the best examples of Ballad Life poems written by international poets.
Time is a master piece
That requires patience
Time is the allocation given to
Everyone that is born and living
Time is like a pie consisting
Of all manner of ingredients
That includes all in a humans life
Sadness and joy, peace and war,
births and deaths
Riches and poverty
Every one must partake of this
pie of time.
Time is a master piece we must
Partake of it wisely
Before the time allocated to us is
spent.
We were conceived and born in sin
Shrouded in pitch darkness
The price written was death
Paid for by Adam as a price for
treasonable felony in death
Then darkness became our
second nature,
Our apparel and our cloak
Jesus stood in our place and
Paid the debt of our progenitor
He took upon Himself our burden
and baggage of sin
Nailing it on the cross.
Declaring our freedom from the law
of sin and death
Lightening our darkness
Illuminating Us with His light.
Its the Sea horse and the Sea snake seemingly
in an embrace
Lo its the Sea horse and the Sea snake in a duet
A duet of life and death in an embrace
The poisonous bite of the snake pierce into
the horse.
It's a duel to the death in the salty sea waters
with the snake standing.
(Written on the 20th of November,2015)
I taste You not as a delight or delicacy,
rather as a prophecy on the lips of crises,
Your eyes speak revelation of my design,
and therefore I love you for the pretty pain,
You've taught me about the rhythm
of gospel burning brightly
in the palms of destiny,
I love You for your quiet sacrifice,
You are irreplaceable on the surface of my face
and in the spring of my life,
I love You, not as a choice,
but because of your priceless voice,
let your eyes burn into me,
let them burn deeply,
allow me to experience life freely -
J.A.B.
Water set for tea and oatmeal still boiling in the fire place.
Music still humming soft tunes in the seating room.
But there lies the lonely loner backward on the floor.
Lying down and staring upwards view hindered by the ceiling.
Then the door belll rings accompanied by several knocks.
Too weak to answer the door, too drained to call out.
Breaking in and there lies the loner on the marble floor.
Living alone and all its accompanying dangers.
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend
Down in the valley of Death
Where the Demons live
Many a man has heard their call
Which has killed his soul
And at the altar where witches chant
Their dark spells out do fly
And many a man has lost his life
Bye and bye
This is the land where Demons live
Ravaging life and mind
And all the music of the universe
Is in their evil darkness cursed
This is the land where Demons live
A land of violence and crime
Covered with blood and endless tears
A land of hate and infinite fears
This is the land where Demons live
A land of war and death
Of poisoned wine from deep dark wells
And minds that live in inner Hells
This is the land where Demons live
A world of wretchedness and sin
Where dreams are all forever lost
As the wreck of their world is taken in
In the souls of those who pray
An illuminating light will shine
Guiding the blessed wanderer on his way
Aided by God’s grace divine
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The soul in radiance shines
Beholding a blessed beauty of a holy saint
Now exiting from material times
To enter a paradise only poetry can paint
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Where righteousness and goodness reign
A Paradise where God lives in eternal bliss
Here never is there any sorrow or pain
All rest in God’s presence giving thanks and a kiss
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In the souls of those who pray
An inner light like mental eyes
Gazes out on the world
And its secret life is realized
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Of the souls of those who pray
This is what they say.
They came with loaded guns a pack of ten police, for Desi Freeman
Did they the first shots release? Now two are dead..beat down by
Lead, another wounded; and their quarry is fled.' What crime originate the chain of events.? Sad to see the state of affairs.' Mind
You life now seems cheaper.' Where once many cared here.' Is
It the fruit of heavy policing, and government over-reach.?
Did he lose a grandparent.? Due to lockdowns and hyped speech?
Was there a gripe.? What does this teach.? Will he be the
Modern Ned Kelley, adrift in the bush.?
Will dobbers surface.? Will confidence leech? I only hope for healing.? Peace and mateship i here beseech.'
My love for you didn't come by my
Feelings
It was imparted in my spirit when He spoke
To me
Then His pulsating surge overwhelmed
Me
I couldn't let go again
I am in a high state of delirium yet it kept
coming
I never wondered how, and never wavered
Because it was imparted in my heart.
Then I knew we were meant to be for
Life
Two decades and still counting it has not
Diminished
Its worth is invaluable than gold and
Rubies
This is for you,
my babe my Ibilate,
My one and only love.
(Written 14/06/2025)
The rains are here, relentless
as ever
The grass blade is excited like
never
The season of hibernation is
over
Swirling in water, as duck dumpling
in sauce
The blade of grass has come home to
grow
It is a rich gourmet of moisture and
nutrients
Thrusts the roots, taking its journey
southward
And the shoots also going
northwards
The grass blade has come to take its
place.
As the rains continue in its
season
The lush of greenery fills the
reasons
Natural beauty in such lyrical
passion
Paradise in a paradox,
Laying her among
the lilies.
What's the big deal
Why do we always have to be serious
Or well adjusted and stuff like that
That's no freaking fun
Why can't we run amok through the streets naked
Tossing flowers to bystanders
Bizarre as that may seem
Life is to be lived to the fullest and enjoyed
The kookier the outlook, the better
If you delve deep enough
You can find humour in almost every situation
However, you must be predisposed to it
To recognize it
In other words, you must be a bit twisted
My motto... “Why be serious!”
Ain't nothing wrong with being twisted
I was in His bosom before
time existed
With no form or comeliness
I was created from the dust
But nothing in me moved
Until His breath hit me
Then i came to full life
The very essence of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
on me
Renew me with your Spirit.
(Written 7th January. 2024)
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
I am a virgin, I have never been touched by a man since I was created.
I have never known a man, I have never been logged, my features still remain intact.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.
No logger has touched my growth, they come and go naturally
Life cycle turning full circle.
I am a virgin, I have never been logged by a logger.
I am a rainforest based in the Amazon basin of Brazil.