Best Allegorylove Poems
A special place a kinder garden where no one know's hearts that harden
no burdens no worries be looking into grace filled eyes see starting
full of questions to know you more lets play a game catch thee adored
a puppy never can compare to these little one's stares no one's bored
little ones smile as they sleep no more test when answers are deep
planted from above a true light not a sigh as they open eyes aright beep-beep
the way forgiving forever love no doubt a kindled flame no one can blow out
where a foot against a stone heals kicking up breathe's that only fill love shouts
an Uht-Oh is a bread nourishing the nursery a boo-boo is perfect drink no one thirsties
thorn pricks only to fix death’s gone bye-bye mending all hurts no tears betwixt nurseries
where the strongest tree no longer stands alone a home the only place to roam abiding
a forest to play the lion riding cheek to cheek gently holding on to his mane flying
to other garden’s where children lay hands opened wide receive the day
as the Father has freely given waiting for the new land of the living hooray
sons and daughters out love the other and come to me is the only suffer
Maverick Free Verse
~Born after the flesh, orientation toward cash
Orientation toward Spirit, heavens are always near it
That which one loves, covers one like a glove
Orientations make clear, toward it one will always steer
One’s orientation always manifests as one’s connotations
and by it Love or greed take a vacation
~A awesome retreat, is an end as a rest complete
while if lust be thrust, in it one will trust
~If Love be one’s glove, one trusts in heavenly Dove
Meditate and orientate, Love a wait’s one’s fate
to open or close one’s sacred gate
Born then, now and again
a waits Love at one’s begin, patiently at one’s end
~Born after the flesh, orientation toward cash
like a stock market’s eventual crash
Connotation as vacations are temporal creations
illusionary information, fleshly concepts of creation
Selah!
Word paint whisking The picture of the day
Spectrums pallet abounds heartfelt Essay
Astir within not to bristle but bless
Some how stir you from wake indeed afresh -
A adversary mine make peace love can
You see we don’t have to be but as man
I urge first a new birth only one door
The way the truth the life Jesus adored -
An artist mounts easel a thesaurus
I say a strange creature no doubt for us
From fear to joy wisdom calls far and wide
A broken sword with shield esteemed high -
many a more things I would love to share
while the coat is wet judge not till it airs
Mami, you are my all
My pen dances to your silent vibe
And I create on paper to your name
I am your poet for always my verse is yours
I love holding you mi love
Kissing you neck, giving you goosebumps all over
Whispering in your ears all the naughty things that I want to do to you
Making love to you many times a day
Feeling like we are one
Bonding beyond flesh
Speaking in desire, speaking of our everlasting fire
I kissing you everywhere feeling my tent arise
Allowing my tounge to taste your life
My arms around you holding you so tight
As when I rest in your arms all is right
You are my shining moon
- to my love ALLEY
The feeling rushes through your veins
Hands shaky and arms ice cold
While you walk around in a daze
Loss of feeling, loss of control
It feels like heaven, oh yes it does
Just something small, a pill that heals so much
Migraines may come and go
Your arms asleep when it begins to flow
Hunger ceases and pain will leave
Happiness locked inside a pill, for me to keep
And,
Hearts rushing and cold sweats begin
A dazed expression, so fun in sin
You play god, just as god is dead
A dumb found expression, inside your head
I love it, I love it, I want more, you see?
Some minor cuts are done to misery
Falling and tripping, head over feet
A smile rises and so much to keep
It feels like heaven, and now I sleep
As I entered into the supermarket that day,
In bewilderment, I saw this young man, at play.
He smiled, I smiled, I wondered at this unique child,
Wandering up and down, happy and mild, each aisle.
Fourteen in natural years, my eyes swelled with tears,
Right away, he stopped his play, came to calm my fears.
Not like us common folks, these beings are quite unique,
Reminders to you and me, special at their love’s peak.
This special rose was of mind, about four or five years,
His concern and love for me, brought flood’s many tears.
They are especially born, not of common seed,
No hate or strife, loves of life, not serpent greed.
Unique, never to hate, they never fake__ poses,
Coming to us Father’s love form’s, true blue roses.
Honorable Mention
everyone has
a little love to give
a reason to live.
a light to share
feelings to spare
words that dare
moments of dispare
a minute to care
a moment to share
a time to declair
and a time to be there
and here is
our love to give
our reason to live
what we share
the feelings ensnared
words that declair
moments that we stare
with bravery that dares
is that pride in there
it is'n t property
but priority
that season
the things with in
how are we to tell the world
about our world within
give it spin
and make it rhyme
give them reason
to laugh or cry
as the subject
passes by
and if they read it
again and again
your fortune will be
time without end
WISH
I have love for you so much
I think it’s not enough.
What you think i don’t know
My love may not go to and fro.
It is firm
It is enough.
Are not wound
Not beyond.
It is deep
It’s stiff.
Why delay to accept
My love is perfect.
Wish flavor
Have never.
You accept
Perfect.
Last wish for perfection
Don’t denunciation
Wound but last wish
My heart is in practice.
saroj khan[sakha]
beware the zombie in your bed
with morning smiles and pillow head
it looks alive but is really dead
beware the zombie in your bed
beware the zombie in your car
even as it drives afar
guided by the navman star
beware the zombie in your car
beware the zombie on your couch
lazing with an evening slouch
even though it's warm to touch
beware the zombie on your couch
beware the zombie in your bath
it plays with water and makes you laugh
the jokes come thick and quick and fast
but beware the zombie in your bath
beware the zombie in your life
was once your husband, was once your wife,
taken from you by another's knife,
beware the zombie in your life
if you love a zombie I pity you
for there is one thing dark but true
to love a zombie when you knew
means sadly that you're a zombie too
When my thoughts start this song
It feels like a slow moving train,
Becoming from two tracks a single one
Much like the trickle from the drops of rain.
How shall I begin to let you in?
To a LOVE that echoes again
Across the distance that intervenes.
In my daze my words are a maze
I pray for God's LOVE that saves
With you coming straight out of my dreams.
When my thoughts start this song
It feels like a slow moving train,
Becoming from two tracks a single one
Much like the trickle from the drops of rain.
How shall I begin to let you in?
To a LOVE that echoes again
Across the distance that intervenes.
In my daze my words are a maze
I pray for God's LOVE that saves
With you coming straight out of my dreams.
So many faces
In dark & dreary places
Haunting voices
Echoing through a hollow room
Searching for a crucifix
To transfix the hypnotist
Wanting to disappear
Only to reappear
In the company of the dead
The books I've read
Never prepared me for love
I feel so strange
With thoughts so muddied
My heart's throbbing in my throat
I feel like a love struck fool
I will break myself away
I have no time for this
These feelings of love are dangerous
Potent to the soul.
high on a hill Elijah spoke
and when he was finished
all that was left of the sacrifice
was smoke
and i like the false prophet
on the hill
perished to the unwillingness
of your will
though my efforts
to call heaven's for a blaze
no heat or spark was made
all my wealth was spent
and yet nothing bought
only for a spark
of love diligently sought
my feelings were poured out
but went unloved
the sacrifices i made
were noticed and forgot
it was useless
cutting myself to plead
seeing now that there is no god
who will heed
it is as if the time i spent in worship
went unused and ignored
and all the empty promises
that were unkept with in my heart
all leapt and vanished
like a dream
never to be seemed
disbelief i have fought
with all my being
and with all my thought
once, i had hope
in the dreams we made
but they were my dreams alone
not the plans that were laid
it is his love that commeth down
like a serpentine fire
that devior all that you have made
in its impenaterable cell
a holocaust. compleaty burned up
your perfect praise
that you have given him
and my seed
left unwatered
my gift given
but not accepted
my time, lent
but not used
promises heard
but not impressed
all that is left
is a soul bereft
but let it be known
you caused my death
I, Sisyphus, am doomed for wisdom to wander here
Among the rabble dead toiling in primeval despair
And what is my sin? Why does my stone rolls down
Each time I spend myself to bring it up? I but own
One fault, not love for knowledge as much as love
For life, and so my constant combat with our Jove,
The constant robber of mortal virgins, and breaker
Of father's heart, all I asked for was a little water
For my city, for people that I cared about. This crime
To thirst tangled me in the schemes of hell. Time
Cannot redeem my labor here, nor arguments win
Reprieve for such a mortal sin. I, Sisyphus, can't win!