Long Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
Today 4:45am
Today 4:45am
Diversity You Can’t See
they dragged her out by her hair
a twiggy girl of fourteen
they planned to rape her but one said
“that Jew is too skinny”
that would not be
the only horror
she would face
bombs overhead
hiding under a mattress
on the basement floor
soldiers came to ransack
tearing the flesh of her fingers
with her teeth to prevent
a scream...
a twiggy girl of fourteen
they planned to rape her but one said
“that Jew is too skinny”
that would not be
the only horror
she would face
bombs overhead
hiding under a mattress
on the basement floor
soldiers came to ransack
tearing the flesh of her fingers
with her teeth to prevent
a scream...
#identity
#politics
#racism
17 reads
5 Comments
mkelly
Poem Published
Today 4:31am
Today 4:31am
Her...R.I.P The Star
Hey...long time no see
I really miss you...it been such along time...I miss how we were in middle school...wait in the morning in the main hall, happy smiles and hugs almost as if we knew each other before becoming best friends...then we would lock elbows and talk about all the wierd crazy things we experience over the weekend...either it was being surround by our families or we would just go on a wild walk with our outside schools friends, maybe get caught in some trouble or more and end our nights with the roaring bonfires that could touch what we couldnt reach at night.
I...
I really miss you...it been such along time...I miss how we were in middle school...wait in the morning in the main hall, happy smiles and hugs almost as if we knew each other before becoming best friends...then we would lock elbows and talk about all the wierd crazy things we experience over the weekend...either it was being surround by our families or we would just go on a wild walk with our outside schools friends, maybe get caught in some trouble or more and end our nights with the roaring bonfires that could touch what we couldnt reach at night.
I...
#BestFriend
#death
#spiritual
7 reads
0 Comments
Brando
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:46pm
Yesterday 3:46pm
Lounging Chairs I
#violence
#scifi
14 reads
1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 11:25pm
18th Jan 2019 11:25pm
When Death Comes (Off Provincetown)
The whale turned over in the spray of her own breath
nearer to shore where the water broke among the shoals.
It was a caressing in those undercurrents; a lulling into a reacquaintance
to whom she had once belonged, so to whom would she return
for she had never left her place of swimming to or away from
all she belonged to and was sister to.
And, the beach was as much her home as ever, even now
as she approached it, gulls flapping around emerging rock.
The sea is louder here, she thought, the waves more turbulent
in these ever...
nearer to shore where the water broke among the shoals.
It was a caressing in those undercurrents; a lulling into a reacquaintance
to whom she had once belonged, so to whom would she return
for she had never left her place of swimming to or away from
all she belonged to and was sister to.
And, the beach was as much her home as ever, even now
as she approached it, gulls flapping around emerging rock.
The sea is louder here, she thought, the waves more turbulent
in these ever...
#death
#sea
#beach #LifeCycle
#beach #LifeCycle
32 reads
3 Comments
Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 1:34pm
17th Jan 2019 1:34pm
Spirits sway throughout the timewave: a series of Gaian visions and experiences
Another ridiculously longggg piece ahead"
So ya thought ya might like to head for the astrals?
To feel the warm embrace of nirvana, the eternal source of love.
Tell me, is something alluring you, sweetheart?
Is this not where you intended to be?
If you wanna discover what's beyond this strange place,
you'll just have to hurl yourself in the inner space.
-
Gaia loves her children
and Gaia is within us to.
And the days may seem bleak to you, darling,
and the nights may feel blue.
If you should...
So ya thought ya might like to head for the astrals?
To feel the warm embrace of nirvana, the eternal source of love.
Tell me, is something alluring you, sweetheart?
Is this not where you intended to be?
If you wanna discover what's beyond this strange place,
you'll just have to hurl yourself in the inner space.
-
Gaia loves her children
and Gaia is within us to.
And the days may seem bleak to you, darling,
and the nights may feel blue.
If you should...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#universe #humankind
#universe #humankind
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Brando
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 11:07am
17th Jan 2019 11:07am
The Mind of a Million Animals
#romantic
#apocalypse
27 reads
2 Comments
samael
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 9:01pm
16th Jan 2019 9:01pm
Marcel Proust- Questionnaire:
Here’s a part of Proust Questionnaire:
__1.__If you could be someone else, who would you like to be? – water, landowner in Heiskell,TN, samurai, Pokemon trainer, dhamphir vampire, lover in your pocket.
__2.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? – a home with a loving family, or perfectly alone to read into insanity.
__3.__What is your greatest fear? – not being loved & remembered, not being able to be open up about how I feel;i live my fear everyday.
__4.__When and where were you the happiest? – childhood, Norris,TN
__5.__What is...
__1.__If you could be someone else, who would you like to be? – water, landowner in Heiskell,TN, samurai, Pokemon trainer, dhamphir vampire, lover in your pocket.
__2.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? – a home with a loving family, or perfectly alone to read into insanity.
__3.__What is your greatest fear? – not being loved & remembered, not being able to be open up about how I feel;i live my fear everyday.
__4.__When and where were you the happiest? – childhood, Norris,TN
__5.__What is...
#confessional
#myself
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heresjohnny97
Jaw Knee
Jaw Knee
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 12:55pm
16th Jan 2019 12:55pm
Inspiration
Inspiration.
Where’d you expect me to find it?
In smiling, laminated faces of college adverts?
Gameshows?
Waitrose cookbooks?
Life stories seasoned with cinematic appeal?
Try a King’s Cross crackhead, crater-eyed, speed
folded in a brochure for the Eight Noble Truths,
try seeing some strange man
screaming ‘I just wanna end it’ on Blackfriars bridge
and feeling too awkward to approach,
try reaching through your soul and yanking on its ballsack,
but wait,
let the high pitched whine die before you write, ...
Where’d you expect me to find it?
In smiling, laminated faces of college adverts?
Gameshows?
Waitrose cookbooks?
Life stories seasoned with cinematic appeal?
Try a King’s Cross crackhead, crater-eyed, speed
folded in a brochure for the Eight Noble Truths,
try seeing some strange man
screaming ‘I just wanna end it’ on Blackfriars bridge
and feeling too awkward to approach,
try reaching through your soul and yanking on its ballsack,
but wait,
let the high pitched whine die before you write, ...
#identity
#confusion
#SelfReflection
24 reads
1 Comment
ArcanceOdist
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 11:36pm
14th Jan 2019 11:36pm
An Ode to My Furry Feline Son Bocephus
I swear unto all that I have a cat unlike no other cat out there.
Yes yes yes I know that all cat lovers declare they have one like this too.
But I swear mine is much much different than others or maybe he's not.
Well tell you more about him and why he is a rare uniquely different feline.
For I must begin with how we met.
When I was deployed to Iraq during Desert storms on a dreadful Halloween night in Baghdad I witnessed the birth of a litter of black kittens.
Amongst the litter, there was a runt of the litter which I named Bocephus out of a hubris...
Yes yes yes I know that all cat lovers declare they have one like this too.
But I swear mine is much much different than others or maybe he's not.
Well tell you more about him and why he is a rare uniquely different feline.
For I must begin with how we met.
When I was deployed to Iraq during Desert storms on a dreadful Halloween night in Baghdad I witnessed the birth of a litter of black kittens.
Amongst the litter, there was a runt of the litter which I named Bocephus out of a hubris...
#cats
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Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 8:36pm
13th Jan 2019 8:36pm
Possible destinies: a series of fading futures
Tell me how,
tell me when,
were humans ever free from sin,
Is it for power that we've died within?
Was it for love?
Was it for hate?
Did we forget how to appreciate?
Is that the stench of selfishness that I smell?
If it wasn't for the screens
turning us all into machines,
our eyes would still be staring into our souls.
And it can't be much fun for us,
beneath the falling sky
with so many humans committing suicide.
What did we do, people what did we do?
What did we do to reality? ...
tell me when,
were humans ever free from sin,
Is it for power that we've died within?
Was it for love?
Was it for hate?
Did we forget how to appreciate?
Is that the stench of selfishness that I smell?
If it wasn't for the screens
turning us all into machines,
our eyes would still be staring into our souls.
And it can't be much fun for us,
beneath the falling sky
with so many humans committing suicide.
What did we do, people what did we do?
What did we do to reality? ...
#LifeStruggles
#earth
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
32 reads
3 Comments
Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 1:22am
12th Jan 2019 1:22am
The pros and cons of soul travel - a series of dreams within a dream
Brace yourself for one longgggg trip.
We were slipping away from the starlight,
searching for somewhere to sleep.
The two of us surveying the scene.
Two starseeds slumped in the silence.
I sneaked a quick peek in the darkness,
her soul was aglow.
I said, "is anyone sleepy?
shouldn't we rest for awhile?"
So we settled into the star stream,
her eyes, a supernova in space.
I said, "would you care to comfort me?"
She whispered something angelic under her breath.
And the stars stood still ...
We were slipping away from the starlight,
searching for somewhere to sleep.
The two of us surveying the scene.
Two starseeds slumped in the silence.
I sneaked a quick peek in the darkness,
her soul was aglow.
I said, "is anyone sleepy?
shouldn't we rest for awhile?"
So we settled into the star stream,
her eyes, a supernova in space.
I said, "would you care to comfort me?"
She whispered something angelic under her breath.
And the stars stood still ...
#love
#dreams
#universe
36 reads
5 Comments
Mo57
Poem Published
11th Jan 2019 10:20pm
11th Jan 2019 10:20pm
Might have been
You are so awesome with might,
fearsome in the fact of what you've seen,
until you are left with what might have beens,
clean in your appraisal of being correct to leave me behind,
correct to think you could destroy my mind.
You didn't need a poet, or a man that for fucking all things knows it,
but who without you is sad,
and who's genius is mad,
or a first date in Spain to see Animal Collective and Brian Wilson,
or guide you on the first pill you ever had. (of so many things)
Nah, 8 years younger...
fearsome in the fact of what you've seen,
until you are left with what might have beens,
clean in your appraisal of being correct to leave me behind,
correct to think you could destroy my mind.
You didn't need a poet, or a man that for fucking all things knows it,
but who without you is sad,
and who's genius is mad,
or a first date in Spain to see Animal Collective and Brian Wilson,
or guide you on the first pill you ever had. (of so many things)
Nah, 8 years younger...
#LifeStruggles
#fate
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