Ballad
Pressure Building
It is better to encourage, The buildup of your emotions, Through the chaos of life, Hitting us with the pressure, That we are under,
Tambourine ManPublished 10 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
What is a Ballad?
**What is a Ballad?** While many associate ballads with slow, sentimental love songs, they are in fact versatile narratives told through poetry or song. These tales, recounted in short stanzas, span a spectrum of themes from romance to comedy, heroism, and tragedy. Each ballad weaves a narrative with a beginning, middle, and end, typically composed of verses or stanzas, each comprising four lines. Their rhythmic cadence resembles that of a song, often following the rhyming pattern of a-b-c-b, lending them a musical quality. It's common for ballads to be set to music, with some even featuring a repeated refrain or chorus akin to traditional songs. In essence, a ballad is a poetic form that tells a story, employing rhythmic verses and a structured rhyming pattern, making it a rich and engaging medium for narrative expression.
Nina SanftmutPublished 10 days ago in Poets Book that read me
We read most books But only few read us back Now that the pages thrills a look White pages turn black Bright pages turn blank
Grey White Woman
The fog rolls in, a shroud of white, Across the moors, where shadows fight. A chill descends, a mournful sigh, As whispers dance on the wind's soft cry.
Moharif YuliantoPublished 10 days ago in PoetsI am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 11 days ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 11 days ago in PoetsThe Queen of Tragedy
In a kingdom fair, where the rivers gleam, A commoner lived, with a heart full of dreams. She toiled in the fields, her hands rough and worn,
Finding Grace through the storm
The winds rattled the shutters, lightening streaked across the sky, the windows a kaleidoscope of prismatic hues. as the
Novel AllenPublished 11 days ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished 11 days ago in PoetsDon't
Hey, darlin’ — times are good, I’m feelin’ tir’d, But that’s not new. Been tired since I lost you. I hope you’re waitin, waitin on me,
ThatOne_GirlPublished 12 days ago in PoetsNow You're Gone
Now you're gone I can no longer message you. Now you're gone I can no longer speak to you. Now you're gone I can no longer laugh with you.
Denise LarkinPublished 12 days ago in PoetsHave you ever been called a "Dinosaur".
Speak not to me of EMOTIONS That diaphanous duality of our soul's need for belonging...a sheer multi-faceted fountain of thoughts, needs, feelings, hate, desire and a need to be wanted, loved and cherished
Novel AllenPublished 13 days ago in Poets