Poems about ballad



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1207902

Her Ballad

How can something
I've refused to sing
Denied and sworn was fiction
Seem suddenly real to me

How can someone
Make me feel so undone
From my false reality
Despite everything I've done

How can it be
That the nighttime sings
When I'm alone inside my head
When will I finally see

It was you all along
Standing in front of me
It was you all along
The girl inside my dreams
How could I be so blind
To have wasted my time
Trying to forget these things
Cause all I've ever needed
Is the girl listening to this ballad

How could I
Have thought so highly
Been so naive
To think this wouldn't happen in time

How would I know
That you had stolen
My heart long before
And left, yea you left my love to grow

It was you all along
Standing in front of me
It was you all along
The girl inside my dreams
How could I be so blind
To have wasted my time
Trying to forget these things
Cause all I've ever needed
Is the girl listening to this ballad

You're the faceless girl
Who has haunted my world
My dreams came alive
Shining like your golden curls

You're the one I need
I need only succeed
In your eyes
Sing your ballad with me

It was you all along
Standing in front of me
It was you all along
The girl inside my dreams
How could I be so blind
To have wasted my time
Trying to forget these things
Cause all I've ever needed
Is the girl listening to this ballad

You're free and wild
Never gone out of style
Everytime I see you
I'm left standing beguiled

There is something I can't explain
A girl inside you, who can't be tamed
The girl I love, the girl I adore
You have the freedom engrained

I cannot break away
But I can face the day
But when the night comes
I don't know what to say

How am I supposed to be
What they need me to be
To be strong and brave
When I spent it all on you

I will not forget
Yet I do not regret
These memories I've kept
But I do regret the things I've left unsaid

It was you all along
Standing in front of me
It was you all along
The girl inside my dreams
How could I be so blind
To have wasted my time
Trying to forget these things
Cause all I've ever needed
Is the girl listening to this ballad
Listening to her ballad


ballad.

Author: Secret Poet
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Date: 05/04/2020


1207835

Ballad of the Poets

Poets** were put on this earth to suffer because without it where would our thoughts come we thrive under hard times when life leaves you breathing nothing but sulfur but when in serenity we find we finally unwind and calm our troubled minds until the rug is pulled from under our feet down back to the deep we venture writing of sorrow surviving for the serenity to return to our world again


ballad,  poets.

Author: Simon Woodstock
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Date: 05/04/2020

1206010

A Ballad Turned Over

Blacker than the kohl of her eyeliner is the state of her soul
She lives in that darkness perennially but it's getting old
She's tired of carrying the weight of her world but not done fighting
Trying with the strength of five thousand mother fuckers
Trying, fighting, carrying what was given to her by DNfuckingA
She pleads for succor,
But always;
€There's a void that the boys can't fill, the tipping of the bottle or the popping of the pill”
And she's feeling the urge to regurgitate the bile created by swallowing one too many tears over a few too many years
Some nights when she lets the salt roll, functioning gets too hard to breathe...
She knows that “loving somebody won't make them love you” but she loves away
Works towards the proverbial brighter day, struggles for the right words to say:
€I'd let you be my everything”
She knows she should be her own One and Only
If only the mirror didn't leave her so lonely
But she's a plain girl who knows too much cowardice and not enough self-respect
If you saw her you might detect some self-neglect
Or not
But you can bet she'll lift others like gods
She'll believe in the few and far between against significant odds,
Pray for strength, guidance and grace,
Keep trying, fighting, carrying hope for something to fill that empty space
And above all (if you let her)
She'll love you better than you've ever known
But first her little figure will have to spurn itself until it learns what she truly needs
Videlicet, to love the garden of herself beyond its copious weeds


ballad,  turned.

Author: TinyMtn
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Date: 03/04/2020

1199154

This Folk Punk Ballad is Actually Really Sad and Not Very Punk

I take deep breaths inches away from the pillow
I take deep breaths to center myself
I am here
I am now
But have I forgotten who I am?
Am I the boy who went to New York on a weekend trip and visited MacDougal street and Washington Square park and didn't see a single folk singer?
Who ate a date cookie in Chinatown and a cannoli and little Italy because it felt right and good at the time
Am I the Woody Guthrie Pete Seeger wannabe who asked the audience to sing along to a song they didn't know and no one sang but you didn't care because the words were yours yet you didn't write them?
Who freshman year read On The Road and Howl and told himself he would be a poet and saw beauty in the world and thought about all the people with beating hearts
Who sophomore year got his heart smashed against the pavement but decided not to blame himself for convenience sake and is still reeling from his poor choices
Who took a trip with friends to the Ohio river and held rocks in his pocket because he was prepared to fight his way out if he had to
Who fed his own delusion that he would ever fight his way out
Who lied to himself that he had the spine to fight
Am I the one who read Siddhartha and vowed to be better and looked toward a golden and eternal time where the words would be simple
Who cried at Ginsberg who cried at Wolfe and who cried at the Bible because he knew what things were holy
Who drank tea to center himself who ran to keep himself in shape who had a good time because the world was full of love

Or am I nothing more than what I am now
Breathing inches away from my pillow
Breathing to center myself
So I can be here
So I can be now


ballad,  folk,  punk,  sad.

Author: Daniel Robinson
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Date: 28/03/2020


1196722

The Ballad of Draaku Felheart

Aura abound, encircling brood.
Nothingness and everything,
The void is crude.
Dangling ley-lines like nimble string.
What power dost thou string bring?

Master of shadow and flame
And creatures beyond mortal plane,
Stealing souls from bodies he's claimed.
Back to the Nether he hides,
Twiddling his thumbs, time abides.

Body seems frail, but the heart anew.
Foolishly, he knows your eyes deceive you,
And he waits for the battle to finally ensue.
You can run, sure, but he will pursue,
Because your fleeting soul is long overdue.


ballad.

Author: Nathan Young
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Date: 26/03/2020

1194257

An Eastern Ballad

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.


ballad,  eastern.

Author: Allen Ginsberg
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Date: 23/03/2020


1190837

Ivy's Ballad

Skull and Bones free markets calling,
We're sailing off with your income's falling...

Skull and Bone's gain, -your hurt;
All your fetid industries we do subvert...

Skull and Bones my outlaw swear!
On the altar I cremate the care!


ballad,  ivy.

Author: David John Mowers
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Date: 20/03/2020

1185750

Ballad of the Mad Babbler

He shuffles his muffled way through cardboard aisles,
Oblivious, sheltered, speaking in a mumble of tongues,
His piecemeal truths search for all that is meaningless,
Where he carves a gravestone—arguments in the rows.


ballad,  mad.

Author: Ormond
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Date: 16/03/2020

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