Long Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Listentoact
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 1:26am
22nd Apr 2025 1:26am
What's a good woman
What’s a good woman
It is no show and tell story or neon vibration of lights of attraction you see or a status caption you pistol Point with your emotionless finger emotion since you can like, but these words are not that button they won’t be like
What’s a good woman, she matters when nothing even matters, she coats herself in her worth of being human, her course is never better or greater or a standard, liken her warmth in her hands with a place that celestial beings hide their insecurities,
she can crown you connect you to her source of eternal love, which is a...
It is no show and tell story or neon vibration of lights of attraction you see or a status caption you pistol Point with your emotionless finger emotion since you can like, but these words are not that button they won’t be like
What’s a good woman, she matters when nothing even matters, she coats herself in her worth of being human, her course is never better or greater or a standard, liken her warmth in her hands with a place that celestial beings hide their insecurities,
she can crown you connect you to her source of eternal love, which is a...
#admiration
#happiness
#kindness
#love
#respect
54 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 3:34am
21st Apr 2025 3:34am
Savage Dragon
I just literally:
Broke
the
Game.
Over 8k words.
8K is the limit.
0/30
Natural Born
I
Assassin inspecting the tools of death
Workshop engrained in grains, after dirt left
Blazing fire upon an icy heart, each element seeking theft
Destruction and creation, thrown into
Thrones
of
Swords. Like this poet, writing, seeking
to speak:
The words. Inspecting the tools. Workshop
of poetic excellence
Non-stop.:) Noise canceling,
blutooth mic, ...
Broke
the
Game.
Over 8k words.
8K is the limit.
0/30
Natural Born
I
Assassin inspecting the tools of death
Workshop engrained in grains, after dirt left
Blazing fire upon an icy heart, each element seeking theft
Destruction and creation, thrown into
Thrones
of
Swords. Like this poet, writing, seeking
to speak:
The words. Inspecting the tools. Workshop
of poetic excellence
Non-stop.:) Noise canceling,
blutooth mic, ...
#shadows
70 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
93 reads
4 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 5:10am
20th Apr 2025 5:10am
Graduation Day
Breathing in springs aroma
While celebrating diplomas
A symphony of scents revealed
Alongside the football field
Sweet honeysuckle and lilacs
And a bed of hyacinths to relax
The celebration now underway
It's high school graduation day
Jessica approached center stage ...
While celebrating diplomas
A symphony of scents revealed
Alongside the football field
Sweet honeysuckle and lilacs
And a bed of hyacinths to relax
The celebration now underway
It's high school graduation day
Jessica approached center stage ...
#heartbroken
81 reads
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 8:23am
15th Apr 2025 8:23am
RIP Ryan Reynolds
I
I was watching this random
youtube short
about:
Psycho killers. As the story
went on, they said the name
of my prison celly, who I
had thought of the other day.
He was the one who came up
with the term:
Urban homesteading. For
living
in
A van.
II
He told me stories about
wearing tuxes from thrift shops
and picking up chicks.
In the broadcast, it was
him…
A refined look, suit and tie,
perhaps from the thrift...
I was watching this random
youtube short
about:
Psycho killers. As the story
went on, they said the name
of my prison celly, who I
had thought of the other day.
He was the one who came up
with the term:
Urban homesteading. For
living
in
A van.
II
He told me stories about
wearing tuxes from thrift shops
and picking up chicks.
In the broadcast, it was
him…
A refined look, suit and tie,
perhaps from the thrift...
#shadows
62 reads
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 5:32am
12th Apr 2025 5:32am
Miniver Cheesy
I
Miniver longed for what he had once
simple plays and something greasy
He bid a glance toward happiness
and gave in so easy.
It was his nature to forget those days
and ever in short was appeasing
true fast food and rented movies seemed
simply more pleasing.
Pretty women and young guns
riding the miles high in achieving
to entertain the furtive vein
and in that exceeding.
II
When robot men and hooded grey cloaks
were the butt of endless jokes
and pepperoni...
Miniver longed for what he had once
simple plays and something greasy
He bid a glance toward happiness
and gave in so easy.
It was his nature to forget those days
and ever in short was appeasing
true fast food and rented movies seemed
simply more pleasing.
Pretty women and young guns
riding the miles high in achieving
to entertain the furtive vein
and in that exceeding.
II
When robot men and hooded grey cloaks
were the butt of endless jokes
and pepperoni...
#funny
47 reads
0 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 5:26am
12th Apr 2025 5:26am
The Sun-Scrubbed Room
Let me become an instrument sharply stringed
For all things to strike music as they please'
- Phillip Larkin
I
The golden ringed corona
gives way to morning
in attending its raised platform
summoned by the whims and wishes of
all who rise early enough to cast a squinting gaze
at the endless blue oxygens that halt dreaming
and drowsing in a fading twilight of awareness
to greet the usual quandries
that also persist in dreams
and resolve not by...
For all things to strike music as they please'
- Phillip Larkin
I
The golden ringed corona
gives way to morning
in attending its raised platform
summoned by the whims and wishes of
all who rise early enough to cast a squinting gaze
at the endless blue oxygens that halt dreaming
and drowsing in a fading twilight of awareness
to greet the usual quandries
that also persist in dreams
and resolve not by...
#PersonalGrowth
47 reads
0 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 12:12pm
10th Apr 2025 12:12pm
Market Manipulation
Hanging onto every word I say
Stock markets are the games I play
Charts are shown in my big speech
Calculations and formulas for deceit
Tariffs in place, everyone sells
I sold short, I'm doing well
As markets crash the world burns
A perfect plan, I'm not concerned
Trillions gone, up in smoke
Your life savings, it's no joke
Money transferred from you to me
This shadowy grift...
Stock markets are the games I play
Charts are shown in my big speech
Calculations and formulas for deceit
Tariffs in place, everyone sells
I sold short, I'm doing well
As markets crash the world burns
A perfect plan, I'm not concerned
Trillions gone, up in smoke
Your life savings, it's no joke
Money transferred from you to me
This shadowy grift...
#greed
70 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 12:02pm
5th Apr 2025 12:02pm
Game of Pohms (CH5)
Chapter Five
I
I make a hashish infused
sex oil. (Don’t judge me.)
Ahahahaha…
But yes, I make single
source hash, always a
dream of mine.
I’m a huge fan of The
Assassins.
(I did mention I was a
serial killer didn’t I..?)
:ppp
As a hash maker I have been
looking into value added ideas,
such as edibles and tinctures.
The sex oil thing well…
That was just synchronicity
or serendipity.
...
I
I make a hashish infused
sex oil. (Don’t judge me.)
Ahahahaha…
But yes, I make single
source hash, always a
dream of mine.
I’m a huge fan of The
Assassins.
(I did mention I was a
serial killer didn’t I..?)
:ppp
As a hash maker I have been
looking into value added ideas,
such as edibles and tinctures.
The sex oil thing well…
That was just synchronicity
or serendipity.
...
#shadows
47 reads
0 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 3:08pm
2nd Apr 2025 3:08pm
soulless commie T-shirt slogans
All Napo poems so far.
over clouded Roads
“Now I fold you down, my drunkard…”
Within a chemtrail plaid
you talk me down
through coloured rain
cold-cock then dry me
Your butterfly net ~ into and out of a triplet of dead clouds
then ...
over clouded Roads
“Now I fold you down, my drunkard…”
Within a chemtrail plaid
you talk me down
through coloured rain
cold-cock then dry me
Your butterfly net ~ into and out of a triplet of dead clouds
then ...
160 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:13am
2nd Apr 2025 7:13am
Showdown Over The Horizon
I guess you didn’t expect me back so soon. To be honest neither did I. But I’m always revisiting memories, or thinking about the journey to get where I am at present.
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
#philosophical
103 reads
12 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 4:55pm
30th Mar 2025 4:55pm
Dup Tribute
I don't fair well, with farewells; I feel like I'm prepping to read a eulogy; I owe a tribute to Dup-Deep Underground Poetry- where the people from different walks of life came to speak their peace....
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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