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Heartbreak Poetry - Ballad

A chapter in the book 36. Heartbreak

I wish I'd said...

by Sandra du Plessis

I wish I'd said these words to you
before it was too late,
these vows not speak, I will regret
you were my true soul mate.

We talked long hours, without an end
I wish I'd said these words,
I  know now, you would love to hear
I state my thoughts to birds.

Until we meet again, one day
my dear, tears filled my eyes,
you left too quickly, there's no time
I wish I'd said, goodbye.

Our time was shorter than we thought
I will remember you,
I wish I'd said these words much more,
my love for you is true.

You went to heaven when you part
you're taken by a dove,
there are so many loving names
I wish I'd said, my love.

Until we meet again, one day
my dear, tears filled my eyes
you left too quickly, there's no time
I wish I'd said, goodbye.



A short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain. The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter, but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends. They are written in straightforward verse, seldom with detail, but always with graphic simplicity and force. Most ballads are suitable for singing and, while sometimes varied in practice, are generally written in ballad meter, i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter, with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming.

The Ballad of Marian Blacktree

Oh, do you know the mountain road
That leads to yonder peak?
A few will walk that trail alone,
Their dreams they go to seek.

One such was Marian Blacktree,
A lowly sheperdess,
And courting her was Tom, the swain,
Who loved her nonetheless.

A thought occurred to Marian
While watching o'er her sheep,
And gazing at the mountain thus
She nodded off to sleep.


That night she came to Tom and said
She longed to know the sky.
"I'm weary of this valley, love,
I want to learn to fly!"

Poor Thomas did not want to leave,
This valley was all he knew.
So when she turned and left him there
Her heart, it broke in two.


Her faithful swain did track her,
All night the trail led on,
And finally at the mountain top
He looked, but she was gone.

As morning broke and lit the sky
An eagle he did see:
It circled 'round him thrice and cried.
He knew now she was free.


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