Poems About: BALLAD

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

  • 229.
    How Many More Poems?

    But isn't it poetry seeing your lover's face,
    Yet you never keep count of every sighting?

    And isn't the evening sky poetic read more »

    Je'free Y .
  • 230.
    Sleepless Shore

    With ink on her hands she wrote to me her truths
    reading over her fingered letters
    she gave onto my eyes her promises
    and as her words echoed through me read more »

    KarlRomeo PierreLouis
  • 231.
    Since I Am One Without A Literary Degree

    Since I am one without a literary degree
    Of poets and poetry why bother ask me
    Though I have a fondness of old fashioned rhyme
    To free verse I would prefer it anytime read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 232.
    For Me Far Too Much Foofaraw

    For me far too much foofaraw
    Your own conclusions on them and their work draw
    Though modern poets and their poems in poetry the in thing
    And their praises the literary critics sing. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 233.
    Last Round!

    for Aidain Tuttle, one more for the road

    'Last round, gentleman! ' He calls,
    and we hoist the last of it read more »

    Hanque O . . .
  • 234.
    Near Castlemaine

    The Winter mostly cold and dry
    And little rainfall in July
    And not much water in the creek and drain
    By the old Town of Castlemaine. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 235.
    Untitled

    A tearful ballad, torn between the staves
    Like hand-picked knaves you fight,
    No rush to come to aid, to save
    The forgotten foes. read more »

    Owain Pierce Williams
  • 236.
    Speranza's Son

    His poems and plays are literary gems his quotes popular today
    A genius and a great poet with words he had a way
    Incarcerated in Reading Jail he lived at a time
    When for a man to love another man was looked on as a crime. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 237.
    Old Claraghatlea Where I Was Born And Raised

    In rhyme and song and ballad I have praised
    Old Claraghatlea where I was born and raised
    Some of the old fields there have their own name
    Though time brings change I'm sure they'd look the same read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 238.
    Oh Sing Us Of Central Victoria

    Oh sing us of central Victoria of places like Daylesford, Maryborough and Castlemaine
    To that flat and open brown country that welcomes every dropp of rain
    Where gold miners flocked to in their thousands a century and a half ago
    And where some even amassed great fortunes in the goldfields of old Bendigo. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 239.
    Oops! I fell in Love -new-

    She is gorgeous more than rose,
    She is sweet more than goose.
    Awesome more than Lily,
    Adorable and Adorable more than Valley. read more »

    Indrajeet Mishra
  • 240.
    Sing Us Songs Of Refugees

    She said to the ballad singer sing us songs of refugees
    Tell us of those poor sad people from Lands beyond the seas
    Who have fled wars and famines for a better life elsewhere
    Yet our Governments won't help them doesn't life seem so unfair. read more »

    Francis Duggan
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