Top 100 Poems About: BALLAD

In this page, poems on / about “ballad” are listed.
  • 1.
    Night Thought

    The world around is sleeping,
    The stars are bright o'erhead,
    The shades of myalls weeping
    Upon the sward are spread; read more »

    Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
  • 2.
    The Gothic Ballad

    I walk carelessly down the dark road
    My heavy black boots constantly clicking
    Clicking on the cold cement
    My long black and velvet Trench coat read more »

    Ankoku Gekido
  • 3.
    Still for You

    The flower, scattered
    The leaves, old
    The riverbed, iced
    You not yet appeared read more »

    Cigeng Zhang
  • 4.
    The Man Next Door

    Fragments of song around me lie,
    Fair ballads of delight,
    Sweet things an editor would buy
    And treasure at first sight; read more »

    Ernest O'Ferrall
  • 5.

    *Irish archaic: eager to taste or enjoy

    A wood most wild,
    Deep, read more »

    edward serof
  • 6.
    Winter's Night

    I believe you're sleeping my angel
    In this winter's cruel night
    And the walls of your house protect you,
    In your dream stars are shining bright. read more »

    Asper Grig
  • 7.
    Be with me

    This is a ballad for the good times
    So put a battery in your leg
    Put a rock beat over anything
    Get it stuck there in your head read more »

    James Dickenson
  • 8.

    "It was very dark,
    I couldn't even bark after the dark,
    I thought Jesus was coming back, read more »

    Alvin Word Speaker Tatlhego
  • 9.

    Let the notes that fall so sweetly
    Charm you in the evening air,
    Never was so sweet a ballad
    Sung with passion, love, and care. read more »

    Cordelia Adams
  • 10.
    COncerto (Mandolin in the Sea)

    A fellow of mine once told me,
    that the seas magnificent ballad,
    was sung in a Minor D.
    And oh, how the gales fluttered, read more »

    Sebastian Sandok
  • 11.
    The First Anniversary Sonnet

    We stood and proclaimed 'I do' wedding wows
    and the organ grinded
    The Taco Bell Canon in D Major
    and Chopin's Polonaise Mayonnaise in Egg Flat. read more »

    Bob Genevro
  • 12.
    A Ballad

    A Ballad

    I'm not a ballad!
    I'm a haiku, stupid fool! read more »

    Selina Marie
  • 13.
    Game of Thrones

    wind broken by mountains, mountains cut by rivers
    man is but only flesh and bones
    for every caesar lurks behind a brutus
    welcome to the game of thrones; read more »

  • 14.
    Thought and Memory (Huginn and Muninn)

    O’er the waters of time
    My attention is quickly drawn
    As Thought soars the heavens with
    Memory at its side read more »

    Christopher Thor Britt
  • 15.
    My Winter Ballad- Saved by a Salad

    Snow falling through my chimney, putting out my fire
    Children throwing snowballs at my window, causing my ire.
    To chase them away- I step outside
    On the icy ground, my feet do slide. read more »

    Eybob Album
  • 16.
    Monster Named Me

    I yearn to be free,
    But there is something inside,
    Something dreadful is holding me,
    The beast and monster to me has cried, read more »

    Palious Thatcher
  • 17.
    ballad of the black slave

    This is the ballad of the black slave,
    Who has been beaten and disgraced,
    Who has been called the n-word and negro,
    Who has received no pay. read more »

    michael issac palmer
  • 18.
    Ballad of the Broken Heart

    Standing on one side of the bridge
    You on the other
    Burned at both ends
    of the times we spent with one another read more »

    Carl Leiland
  • 19.

    the ballad of love marked by the elements of pain,
    including happiness and moments of joy that cannot be explained,
    the calm before the storm expected at long last,
    nostalgia... a bittersweet longing for the past, read more »

    Andre Brown
  • 20.
    Cricket Ballad

    Smooth green hills just short of touching the sky
    White plastic fences seeming to try and out run the hills
    Beautiful beast’s hooves pounding silently on the green as they play
    The horse house set low down the hill near the sparkling cricks read more »

    Jessica Burger
  • 21.
    The Ballad

    The foreshadowing feeling in my ominous intellect initiates a multifarious Ballad.
    The Ballad stands eagerly thru me.
    The Ballad subsists within every solitary pore of my physique.
    The Ballad streams via the stratum's of my temple. read more »

    Cody Patterson
  • 22.

    If i had the wings
    i would fly over to you
    your voice sounded like a sweet ballad and a prayer
    your touch was always tender and magical read more »

    Shiraz Murray
  • 23.
    Forever Yours

    Gave up existence,
    to seek living by your side,
    to drown my breath in yours in sweet cadence,
    forever by the lakeside. read more »

    vennila moothoosamy
  • 24.

    tattoos and black hair
    fingernail pollish
    heavy metal and rock n roll read more »

    Ray Null
  • 25.
    The Rhymes That Our Hearts Can Read

    The Rhymes That Our Hearts Can Read
    We are sated of songs that hymn the praise
    Of a world beyond our ken;
    We are bored by the ballads of beaten ways, read more »

    Edwin Greenslade Murphy
  • 26.
    The Urchin

    The urchin's cry,
    Irritating and unkind,
    Over the ballads,
    It was confusing, read more »

    Amartya Banerjee
  • 27.

    La Belle Dame Sans Merci

    O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, read more »

    Rozen Maiden
  • 28.
    feeling sad

    you left with no goodbye
    not a single word i'd say
    no final kiss
    it is to no avail to let u see how i feel read more »

    ndeethe motekase
  • 29.
    My Village

    I wonder what words
    Can describe the beauty of my village!
    The murmurs of purple mouthed pegions
    From the turrets of the temple, read more »

    Sobhan Kumar Kommala
  • 30.
    The Illiterate Poet

    The illiterate poet
    Painted his passionate ballad
    With the colors of the rainbow
    Both happy and sad read more »

    Poetic Kadri
  • 31.

    I have waited for a hundred years…
    To here you carry deep steps upon ascending stairways
    Only to stop outside my red door
    And knock like you need a declaration. read more »

    Craig Farrell
  • 32.

    They were singing ballads
    From the balcony of the hotel
    The other day,
    The saga of heroes, read more »

    John C. Blalock III
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