Ballads Poems - Poems about Ballads

We bury the pain we brought And dance it away in ballads from lands, far, far away We take the pain And turn it to sweet resolution As dawn turns to dusk The melodies fill us with warmth, that wrap us like fresh hay And we say Sayonara, dear sorrow Don't come back again For your absence shall not be missed And misery need not come...

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Stepha Kaye and Ima Gen (B. Marquardt-Alexander is retiring. I am taking over this now). A Siamese cat, with bright emerald eyes Light and dark in the night looked on With an element of surprise. He searched high and low after midnight For milky goodness, sweet and white. A feline craving and misbehaving For the only item on which he...

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The Wandering Heart (Shayla Part 1) by Bob Dylan, Ima Gen, and B. Marquardt-Alexander (Verse 1) On desolate highways, she stands alone A beauty worn, with eyes that once shone Near thirty summers, her heart does ache With every step, a piece of her does break (Chorus) Oh, Shayla, with a heart full of pain She searches for solace, but it's all in vain Her...

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I have always been scared of tomorrow. to appease my soul, i've always clung to yesterday. but now i've seen my future with you, my dear. i have tightened my grip i'm no longer letting go of yesterday. I guess i know my way better....

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Poetry Soup Is… A place to post words and be heard a platform for prose, a poet’s eatery A sonneteer’s palace, for the sagacious or the absurd A silver chalice that pours golden poetry Rhymed and skillfully quilled Artful rhythmic compositions, sublimely finished Inspirational ink spilled, authentic and unblemished Poetry Soup Is… Ramen in a cup Slurp up noodles of literary lines grand or...

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Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity, Two kinds of people are born, woven into the fabric of the cosmic destiny, Most people are those who cannot think, only believe, They do not open to reason, but only to the enchantments of authority, which envelops their fears in a mystic...

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Listening to the Boss Singing The Ghost of Tom Joad, Imagining the Okies as they Travelled their Desolation Road. Word Pictures by Steinbeck, Dust Bowl Ballads by Guthrie, Green Pastures Of Plenty Pretty Boy Floyd, Doh Ray Mi. Ecological disaster, Dust and drought, Trees chopped down Good land farmed out. Then came the winds That blew the soil away Followed by the Bankers Who took their land...

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The soul of a place, The lines written in our hearts, The songs that linger. November 12, 2022. A New Hiku Footle Tanka Poetry Contest, Brian Strand....

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Set your willy on fire boys, set your willy on fire Dance and sing and hop and scream and set your willy on fire....

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Paper rustle of your lips is not needed to her really, You're a knight, but your heart weeps, You were brave, why are you thrilling? You would strip your zealous sword, But there are no foes in moment, It would sing and say a word loudly-loudly without torment. And your ballads have no sense, You're not worthy for the beauty, All your deeds don't...

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I persist in singing my unknown beguiling ballads As the verdurous pasture slowly glides Over the vernal bowers of wilderness! Yearnings, sorrows and joyfulness Prompt me to offer floral tributes To this celebrated earth wherein For a while I roam to glimpse its grandeur— Its legacy and alliance with mankind!...

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Dead Ballads Written on the pages of time read tarnished couplets and quatrains which corroded pauses are leprechauns sat on pots and pans which melt before and after the rain. Yet the lyrics exist, they are just a phantom, a semblance- in a ghoulish apparition, they are moved but recurs, the leaves too timid to roll...

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Long lonely ballads sooth my soul, recounting loves which ne’r grow old. With tales of lives, of toil and strife which linger on the sharpest notes. Laments pining through the key of D. Songs sung in dissonant harmony....

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