Poems About: BALLAD

In this page, poems on / about “ballad” are listed.

  • 181.
    In The Love Garden

    In the garden where Love

    Could be found read more »

    Olawale Idowu
  • 182.
    Catching The Night

    It’s a low lingering moan persisting through the night outside these walls
    An ode to the memory of bones – the mortal lease on life – tuned to the limitless time. read more »

    D.W. Good
  • 183.
    The Night I Could Have Danced With My Knight

    2004, eleventh of December...
    A bittersweet thought that I will always remember
    Sweeter I gathered, my long wait was finally over
    Bitter was the outcome, now...my heart in deep slumber read more »

    Cynthia Aluning
  • 184.
    Music (The Song)

    It plays to my heartstrings...
    It is the music to my ears-
    ...It is the tender love song of my life-
    And the refelections of my years... read more »

    Theodora (Theo) Onken
  • 185.
    I'm Her Man (Love Ballad) :

    She saw me standing there.
    Like a knight in shining armor.
    Like standing in cool fresh water. read more »

    Kim Robin Edwards
  • 186.
    Unsent Letter

    I gaze at you across the room
    With this girl you’re talking to.
    You smile at her, she smiles at you
    How I wish you’d look at me too. read more »

    Cristelle Elaine Collera
  • 187.
    In Concession

    Longing for a heart,
    to throw a love poem at
    caring not, the words used
    staggering with thoughts read more »

    Sven Coop
  • 188.
    Song And Dance

    Till dusk tomorrow
    You play your lute;
    Birds above your head
    Supply needed chorus. read more »

    samuel nze
  • 189.
    i'll never see the wolfe tones

    My life is shortened because of me
    But I am not in misery
    There’s just one thing that saddens me
    The Wolfe tones live I’ll never see read more »

    Adens Kamwi
  • 190.
    Strum, Strum Gently and My Heartstrings Sing

    Strum, strum gently and my heartstrings sing
    A song that comes from deep within
    Words that coin their own phrases
    And that is how I begin read more »

    Rani Turton
  • 191.
    Love's Four Riddles

    As the moon bleaches the night,
    eyes tread the stark field that has
    few remnant weeds, no seeds.
    Clasping dry twigs, hands read more »

    Ena N. Mori
  • 192.
    dismantle

    Awkward sleep comes restlessly
    Watch the flames tongue the sky endlessly
    Burn the burdens in the night
    Like a star, read more »

    matthew wunsch
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