Poems About: BALLAD

Cornell, most succinct,
has recorded a hoard
of birds now extinct.
What we can’t afford read more »

He was a major writer of his time
John Masefield he penned long stories in rhyme
It can be said of him he was a great
His legacy the genius he did create. read more »

She often complains,
to girlfriends 2 and 5,
who on this occasion of monologue,
choose to lend now familiar ear, read more »

Drama King

The name itself suggests such exaggeration,
A step becomes many in a split second, read more »

When down the stair at morning
The sunbeams round her float,
Sweet rivulets of laughter
Are bubbling in her throat; read more »

(Note to the reader: This is by far my least favorite poem! -But one that everyone seems to read first! The prose is overly simplistic and bland. If you want a real love poem, read 'A Picture of Love' and 'In The Waters of Life! ' Please don't judge my ability by this lame scrawling!)

Your name is sweet music
That rings in my ears read more »

I used to hear your voice,
Clearly in my mind,
Now I hear my own,
Tricking me, it’s mine. read more »

Some say we live to see
i think we live it to thee
Some don't know that when we know we don't
and when we try to get to know we won't read more »

Why wont you, why wont you tell me, my love.
Tell me that our love is slowly fading.
I hear your voice, and my heart quickly shoves.
No limits, our love was overflowing. read more »

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 »

I have praised Mother Nature in ballad, song and rhyme
And writing on Mother Nature is never a waste of time
And though I am not a Burns, Francis Ledwidge or John Clare
I am one of the many about Nature who does care. read more »

Dress me like poetry in silk stanza stockings,
in pearls of metered verse on a syllabic strand.
Brush rhythm through my hair and rhyme on my lashes,
and paint me in tones of syntax and sonnet sand. read more »