Ballad Poems | Ballad Examples

In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video. “The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of love, loss, and...

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How do we do it? How do we go on when the ones that we love are no more? How do we face it, when each day is done and there’s no footsteps crossing the floor? When the house is so empty, and so is your heart and the silence can drive you insane When the memories of love lost, are...

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Easter Spring's, Magnolia Bring's God's Might! All The Field's Of Victories, ...

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Are you perturbed by memories of things that went awry? Regret, and mere ephemeries - should we not put them by? I’m often plagued by mammaries (think Mansfield, think Monroe): the author’s quick to clamour he’s not odd at all: oh, no! We mustn’t turn to plagiarism – no Caulfield, then: no Catcher. But could there have been Majorism if there had been no Thatcher? ...

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Wait, Hurry, Wait, Hurry, .... What?! Bring The Beat, Of Victory, ...

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The Gain **************** A laser consists of three main components: a gain medium, a pump source, and an optical resonator. Primary Methods ***************** High Pressure, High Temperature Chemical Vapor Deposition For-Deuterium ****************** central plasma core where fusion reactions occur, powerful magnets to contain the plasma, and a surrounding blanket that absorbs energy and breeds tritium fuel Tungsten ******************** ...

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128 Gallon of Milk "The unique medium" Castile Dermal they spoke as his name. They said he was an original person with some great ideas. He refused to see past the frustration of the word can't. Some saw him as a great person , nut others either needly wished him to fail or go away. He would use his knowledge of science to make better conditions were historically people who had needed...

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"The Wreath of Chives" is believed to originate from ...

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Sauce ah mussy Part 2 of The Wreath of Chives at the Celebration of chives. Bouts were done upon the ...

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mancanza di comprensione By Bassoonio De Musica and Tempoia Del Cantio "The words came from behind the Acadia Wall" Beleiving in spirture she refused to speak her desire to marry she saw her lover more as a person in need of love and lacked a desire to feel as his savior She didn't like referencing there relationship to something romantic due to his inability...

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They looked at the sounds of tones whiched they decribed as tunes of "doomed and saddened people" The blues were the themitism of devilsih wierds could justify the meddling of people. Speaking certain names, with words to create a concern. To cause trouble in the stg: she jumped until the waves knocked down the sand...

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Ity had become odvious that her lack of attention of my concerns might have meant she was losing interest in me She had aligned herself with sevral known cockblockers in my family. That had considerable clout in the church and could use it to make trouble for the men they targeted. We tried to find the...

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In mystic forest, where human wisdom fades, A world of secrets, beyond our mortal shades. The forest whispers truths, we've yet to grasp, As ancient trees stand guard, with mysteries to clasp. A mahogany tree, tall and proud, Became the stage for a supernatural cloud. A sawman's blade, with intent to claim, Was halted by a voice, an old woman's refrain. The slap...

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A whispered vow, beneath the moon's soft gleam, A heart entwined, a lover's hopeful dream. But dawn unveiled a truth, a bitter sting, The treasured one, her faithless offering. A stolen glance, a touch I couldn't place, A hollow smile, where love had left no trace. The shattered trust, a mirror cracked and cold, Kissed a miss, a story to be told. Now...

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A baseball bat has a ball. A basketball has a bucket. A volleyball has a net. A book has a cover. A card has an envelope. A shirt has a hanger. A flower has a vase. A bottle has a lid. A finger has a nail. So what do I have? I don’t have a person nor an object. I have nothing but air. Air that leaves...

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