Poems classified as: Ballad

When one sings to the music of the soul, a ballad takes birth. Ballad is a form of verse, woven in a narrative set to music. This form of poetry derived from the medieval French chanson balladée or ballade, which means “dancing songs”. Ballads were originally written to accompany dances, and so were composed in couplets with refrains in alternate lines. So sing and set your poetic soul free with these beautiful ballads.

Borrowed Angel

Borrowed Angel ballad

It came without warning, no early whisper of fate Your body released you, there must be some mistake In the fury of loss, the mind and the heart are enemies Silent screams steer the wreckage on the forbidden quest for

The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

Sojourner

Sojourner ballad

Come!Come My soul traveler tired and weary Come, sit with me under this ancient tree. unburden and rest your journey’s over Come lie down under this spreading tree. Ah!you tell me you were too young and the days were short

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror ballad

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

The Honeymoon

The Honeymoon ballad

Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather

Surrender

Surrender ballad

Silence fills this room; I can feel the rhythm of my heart Chanting drums celebrating God’s work of art. Calmness surrounds me, no words can describe My worries have vanished, only hope resides. Before this very moment, there has been

Cortile Of Old House

Cortile Of Old House ballad

Along with their desolate fortune, Old parents waiting for their unsparing children, Who left them in the barren garden, For the sake of their ambitions, They omit them between the world, When they needed love and care, They gifted them

I Wished I Were Home

I Wished I Were Home ballad

Some say I’m being melodramatic. From the outside my life looks fantastic. I’ve travelled the entire globe. Sang for people who didn’t know. I wished I were home. Not performing in a band, But living life on my own ‘N

Bonita

Bonita ballad

I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed

The Prussian Blue Kite

The Prussian Blue Kite ballad

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

Reckless Words

Reckless Words ballad

The hardest thing I have ever done was say goodbye to you Reckless words spoken, a desperate act of an unknowing fool Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only those of flesh and bone A broken heart will easily shatter, no

Nobody’s Fool

Nobodys Fool ballad

Will I ever be your one and only, will I ever mean that much to you I know she broke your heart, tore your dreams apart, but you’re nobody’s fool You say she left you without warning, but we both

The Sun

The Sun ballad

The Midnight sky is vast and wide, a velvet black cloth. But soon the Sun will come and scrub the inky black away. She climbs so high – into the sky – painting shadows on my wall. That beautiful hue

Yorkshire Heaven

Yorkshire Heaven ballad

Yorkshire is a land of valleys a land of marriage of cliff and sea, Yorkshire is a land of the future a land of yesterday, a land of the free. A chimney, a watermill churning the mix should you prove

The Forgotten Queen

The Forgotten Queen ballad

The crown he wore weighed him down, his uncertain tone wreathed As his face so stoic hid the storm that surged beneath Its not about my faith in you, for I know your morals are true I know you’re as