Poems About: BALLAD

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

  • 49.
    Lamia in Blackburn Wood

    [In the form of traditional folk ballad.]

    I read more »

    William F Dougherty
  • 50.
    The Urchin

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

    Amartya Banerjee
  • 51.
    N.Gumilyov, The Ballad - translation (rus.)

    By Nikolai Gumilyov

    The Ballad read more »

    Lyudmila Purgina
  • 52.
    The Hand Forever On My Back

    i did everything i could
    i tried so hard
    but sometimes things dont work out the way they should
    I gave everything i had read more »

    Corey Welch
  • 53.
    He Is His Father's Son

    His father a decorated soldier a noble hearted one
    And he the ballad singer sings of battles fought and won
    A true chip of the the old block when all is said and done
    He has his father's D N A and he is his father's son. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 54.
    Ballad of Anguish II

    Can I ever still believe there's true love...
    Yes!
    Who would now stand to convince me
    That out there is someone special who read more »

    Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
  • 55.
    Free Hallisey

    He lived with his wife Catherine and their son Connie in his
    farmhouse near Kiskeam
    And all around Duhallow he was one who knew some fame
    As a singer of old ballads and at every stations gathering night read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 56.
    Masks

    These tales of old disguisings, are they not
    Strange myths of souls that found themselves among
    Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue,
    Some soul from all the rest who'd not forgot read more »

    Ezra Pound
  • 57.
    Hamburgercheeseranchbacoburger

    Sitting back taking a break
    Staring at this stale piece of cake.
    I ponder what to eat for lunch
    Or shall I call it brunch? read more »

    Kilee Burton
  • 58.
    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
  • 59.
    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
  • 60.
    Love Letters

    The bush drops
    rosepetal loveletters
    to Mother Earth.
    The wind kisses her. read more »

    Saiom Shriver
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