Long Miscellaneous Poems
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Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
NOT IN YOUR DNA .
I’m never going to play games with your heart. I know how battered it’s been, you cry in the dark at times. It’s been kicked like a football just for fun they were never aiming for the goal but did it anyway. Hurt people hurt others.
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
I don’t wanna make you feel less than you are. I know words hurt just as much as a fist and that’s hard to digest it gets stuck in your throat and gives you heartburn.
I wanna ease your mimd when we talk and I’ll be honest, I don’t want you to remain in a cage of insecurity and pain. I want to set you free with loving kindness so...
#anxiety
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Date Night
#dark
#regret
#sadness
#shame
#violence
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The Midnight Shift.
My Great-great-grandfather...
" There warra tip by Miggy wood
dug out o Miggy mine
an it were girtly big, like a mountain stood,
an it smouldered all the time.
(belching sulphurous fumes reeking of hell )
Coals were mined there since ancient days
people lived, worked there and died,
and a village grew and was known as Middleton
cos it grew twixt pit and slag-pile ...
" There warra tip by Miggy wood
dug out o Miggy mine
an it were girtly big, like a mountain stood,
an it smouldered all the time.
(belching sulphurous fumes reeking of hell )
Coals were mined there since ancient days
people lived, worked there and died,
and a village grew and was known as Middleton
cos it grew twixt pit and slag-pile ...
#historical
#nonfiction
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Words.
She was always about the little things. She didn't need grand gestures or bequeathed diamonds and sparkling trinkets. What mattered most to her was you meant what you said. Words that people give an illustration of lives and sometimes what we hide and the regret lingering on of all the tongues of unspoken narratives that never quite found the courage and candour to be heard. I am sorry seems to be the ones that are hard to find and replaced with something that just comes easily from a place of mixed emotions. Words given the wrong sounds don’t feel quite right.
Words never went...
Words never went...
#courage
#emotions
#inspirational
#kindness
#love
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GIFT of LOVE
Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
For those who believe within the powers of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty thereof.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift. ...
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
For those who believe within the powers of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty thereof.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift. ...
#admiration
#bittersweet
#gratitude #hope
#gratitude #hope
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4 Comments
AND IN THIS CORNER!
summer
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
#memories
55 reads
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Zombie Lines
These words fade before the ink dries
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
When intentions to actions fail to materialize
Fabricating inspiration, reputation embodied in an empty phrase
All the ammunition without the impact, handicaps of shame
The right words without the follow through, the low highs of shallow praise
Wasted potentials relegated to make a name
Play the role and write the script
Saint facades of the linguist hypocrite
Thriving on the uninspired
The taste for silence is acquired
Every word is noise that is love without meaning
When character...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Self Sabotaging
Yes, is always her no she is back to front in all her ways. Hurt to many times with the obstacle course of love. She can’t jump high enough or be small enough to duck under the fence to meet you at the gate. Opening it always feels like it’s going to be another mistake although she hasn’t even stepped one foot in effort or belief. She just stands while everyone else has completed the challenge and on their way.
No will make nobody stay and it is a defence mechanism fought back in the day when she was torn to pieces a bit of her here and there and she never found the strength and...
No will make nobody stay and it is a defence mechanism fought back in the day when she was torn to pieces a bit of her here and there and she never found the strength and...
#anger
#regret
#frustration
#denial
#apathy
58 reads
4 Comments
Don’t Tell
#sadness
#dark
#abuse
#shame
#hurt
51 reads
2 Comments
Footsteps
#sadness
#depression
#dark #SelfHarm
#dark #SelfHarm
49 reads
2 Comments
Freddy Krueger
(Inspired by the movie Dream Scenario)
Lost in derivative experiences comprised
A pseudo collective consciousness in a world behind our eyes
Picking up on hacked signals that swell beneath in stillness as we breathe
We dream in silence louder than a whisper as our hearts unsheathe
Imagination informants whistle blowing
Monsters in the closets of an un-event
Where is all of this going?
Torn between a life of struggle or suffering the pedestal spent
Side effects of a common threat of our own humanity
Striving to balance a...
Lost in derivative experiences comprised
A pseudo collective consciousness in a world behind our eyes
Picking up on hacked signals that swell beneath in stillness as we breathe
We dream in silence louder than a whisper as our hearts unsheathe
Imagination informants whistle blowing
Monsters in the closets of an un-event
Where is all of this going?
Torn between a life of struggle or suffering the pedestal spent
Side effects of a common threat of our own humanity
Striving to balance a...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#nightmares
#philosophical
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Records
God placed my life on his record player
He gently put the needle down
So I could live my song
My music started
As I breathed in life
At first each year around the record player
Seemed slow and took forever
The music was soft and light
It was easy on the ears and enjoyable
Life was fun
And I was full of innocence
As I got older each rotation seemed faster
My speed changed in a heartbeat
The years were a blur
The music got louder as I got more reckless
My music made no sense...
He gently put the needle down
So I could live my song
My music started
As I breathed in life
At first each year around the record player
Seemed slow and took forever
The music was soft and light
It was easy on the ears and enjoyable
Life was fun
And I was full of innocence
As I got older each rotation seemed faster
My speed changed in a heartbeat
The years were a blur
The music got louder as I got more reckless
My music made no sense...
#hope
#redemption
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