Long Miscellaneous Poems
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Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
RexDurkin
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:45am
Yesterday 8:45am
Sneaky Beta Male
I’m a sneaky beta male
Do you like how nice I am?
My body's slim and frail
and I have small hands for a man
I haven’t ever been laid yet
But I won't give up on trying
I think that my best bet
is to attract females by lying
I make friends with the girls I know
hoping something will just happen
I take them out and lend them dough
but I always end up fappin’
My mum bangs on the basement door
and yells...
Do you like how nice I am?
My body's slim and frail
and I have small hands for a man
I haven’t ever been laid yet
But I won't give up on trying
I think that my best bet
is to attract females by lying
I make friends with the girls I know
hoping something will just happen
I take them out and lend them dough
but I always end up fappin’
My mum bangs on the basement door
and yells...
#romantic
#sex
#satirical
#funny
#frustration
24 reads
5 Comments
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 9:34am
14th Jun 2019 9:34am
A month to complete the puzzle
Having smoked the cannabis
I’m not paranoid and have put some in a real predicament
when it comes to integrity
so imagine if I could really find myself even better being off the drugs
Though, picking up a pen and really getting rid of that frustration
exploding walls instead of punching holes in one like him
it’s a constant rush
like you listening to “Ava Brown - Sweet But Psycho”
So what
it’s a picture of Rita, Sue and Bob too holding a newspaper
and no one could have put that much weight on a pen
so what I’m...
I’m not paranoid and have put some in a real predicament
when it comes to integrity
so imagine if I could really find myself even better being off the drugs
Though, picking up a pen and really getting rid of that frustration
exploding walls instead of punching holes in one like him
it’s a constant rush
like you listening to “Ava Brown - Sweet But Psycho”
So what
it’s a picture of Rita, Sue and Bob too holding a newspaper
and no one could have put that much weight on a pen
so what I’m...
#dark
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
#nonfiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
26 reads
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 1:53am
12th Jun 2019 1:53am
13 minutes
Thats it, get all your stuff sorted
watch Return of the Living Dead part 2 again, laid on your bed
Writing a few notes, before returning to the desk
and plagiarising Stan’s Declaration of Insanity
like getting started on the drawing for page 3
That’s a scene from “Porridge - Men Without Women”
Opened up my wardrobe
soon as the skeleton fell by me, I found James
and said it wasn’t me
it’s them ghosts that like travelling through light beams and sound waves
Distracting even me
because I still haven’t yet come with something
over...
watch Return of the Living Dead part 2 again, laid on your bed
Writing a few notes, before returning to the desk
and plagiarising Stan’s Declaration of Insanity
like getting started on the drawing for page 3
That’s a scene from “Porridge - Men Without Women”
Opened up my wardrobe
soon as the skeleton fell by me, I found James
and said it wasn’t me
it’s them ghosts that like travelling through light beams and sound waves
Distracting even me
because I still haven’t yet come with something
over...
#WritingPoetry
32 reads
BluntHonestMel
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 5:15am
10th Jun 2019 5:15am
Butterfly effect
Butterfly Effect
Time is the enemy of all
It kills more than an atom bomb
Bonds bombed by heat and pressure until they’re gone or given hollow purpose from a psalm
Like a body without a soul
Seeking to be whole but settling for holy
Because voids aren’t filled even after filling the church seat.
Arms of the cross broken for your peace.
Time is selfish.
Constant stress can not be why we have the breath
Our dualistic intellects are proof of the father
A spec of light in a world getting darker
I feel swallowed like a...
Time is the enemy of all
It kills more than an atom bomb
Bonds bombed by heat and pressure until they’re gone or given hollow purpose from a psalm
Like a body without a soul
Seeking to be whole but settling for holy
Because voids aren’t filled even after filling the church seat.
Arms of the cross broken for your peace.
Time is selfish.
Constant stress can not be why we have the breath
Our dualistic intellects are proof of the father
A spec of light in a world getting darker
I feel swallowed like a...
#dark
#death
#TruthOfLife
23 reads
1 Comment
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 00:41am
5th Jun 2019 00:41am
The Proud Pilot
A fighter pilot of the noblest kind,
flew quite quietly in hopes to find,
the world renowned Bermuda Triangle,
(and using the correct coordinated angle)
did in fact prove its very existence,
You see, he felt it was just common sense.
He was a dignified sort of fellow,
always wore a medal golden yellow.
given to him by a worthy general,
worth more than any diamond mineral!
In a uniform, he’s rather dashing.
oh yes, the ladies thought he looked smashing.
Women weren’t impervious to his charms,
when he crash-landed near...
flew quite quietly in hopes to find,
the world renowned Bermuda Triangle,
(and using the correct coordinated angle)
did in fact prove its very existence,
You see, he felt it was just common sense.
He was a dignified sort of fellow,
always wore a medal golden yellow.
given to him by a worthy general,
worth more than any diamond mineral!
In a uniform, he’s rather dashing.
oh yes, the ladies thought he looked smashing.
Women weren’t impervious to his charms,
when he crash-landed near...
#school
34 reads
4 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 9:28pm
4th Jun 2019 9:28pm
Conversation for another day
It's a sick feeling in your gut, words with no where to place them.
It's the silence but hearing your veins shiver a thousand screams.
It's all the loving, it love, it's infinate and it's shaking.
It's a sick feeling in your gut , knowing you need to be free.
It's a warm tingle down the back of your neck all down into your spine.
Reminding you to stay align, to fight for what is right.
It's a warm feeling all inside your eyes, almost to wet to call dry yet to dry to be wet.
Its the sizzling fog running around...
It's the silence but hearing your veins shiver a thousand screams.
It's all the loving, it love, it's infinate and it's shaking.
It's a sick feeling in your gut , knowing you need to be free.
It's a warm tingle down the back of your neck all down into your spine.
Reminding you to stay align, to fight for what is right.
It's a warm feeling all inside your eyes, almost to wet to call dry yet to dry to be wet.
Its the sizzling fog running around...
#fire
36 reads
0 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 6:36pm
4th Jun 2019 6:36pm
Of The Naked Girl
barely leaning lazily -
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo -
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie; she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love
or moon and sun likewise perched above ...
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo -
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie; she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love
or moon and sun likewise perched above ...
#women
#art
68 reads
12 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 5:20pm
4th Jun 2019 5:20pm
two mirrors
(Fear of oneself: Sharon Olds tribute competition)
It was as if he was scared that the sky-blue
anger in his eyes would become dull
if I became a better person. When he died
I tore through; sauntered creepily; shamelessly
removed all the drawers, emptied all pockets,
shook all bags, opened all the books for clues
to know why, whenever we had talked,
we were in two different rooms.
We had a couple of large mirrors
in the house, angelically bordered with rust, ...
It was as if he was scared that the sky-blue
anger in his eyes would become dull
if I became a better person. When he died
I tore through; sauntered creepily; shamelessly
removed all the drawers, emptied all pockets,
shook all bags, opened all the books for clues
to know why, whenever we had talked,
we were in two different rooms.
We had a couple of large mirrors
in the house, angelically bordered with rust, ...
#father
#childhood
#memories
87 reads
18 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 8:01pm
3rd Jun 2019 8:01pm
Of Our Sun & Soul, Mystified & Molten as Bleeding Beating Origami
1.
Reading Nature..amidst misc. roaded politics of home & the homeless
pandemonium of parrots
in a skeined murmuration scheme... moves
over an afternoon summer rains’ mixed up may skies
screech in maximally amplifying and echoing lucidity
whilst hurrying back to their inviting raw mangoed
densely greenery grooved vulnerabilities -their
canopies are Mother Nature’s
umbrellaed nurture
in mushrooming silhouettes
towards the horizon
whatever scales be the testing ...
Reading Nature..amidst misc. roaded politics of home & the homeless
pandemonium of parrots
in a skeined murmuration scheme... moves
over an afternoon summer rains’ mixed up may skies
screech in maximally amplifying and echoing lucidity
whilst hurrying back to their inviting raw mangoed
densely greenery grooved vulnerabilities -their
canopies are Mother Nature’s
umbrellaed nurture
in mushrooming silhouettes
towards the horizon
whatever scales be the testing ...
#love
#identity
#politics
#nature
#spiritual
87 reads
4 Comments
PhantomPhace
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 4:43pm
2nd Jun 2019 4:43pm
Memory of Other Organs
One time that you looked at me
Anchors me to memory
I saw so much – how much did I make up?
Do you deny, are you in pain –
Did I see straight, this whole time have I been insane
And imagined feelings that never did reside?
From that one time stems a memory
That won’t let go of me,
A pothole in the past I can’t pull my foot out of,
A hook on a line tuggin’ me all the time
I’ve gone blind to the goings-on outside
Though I move along with the flow
The way my life does go
But way back and behind
And on top of my mind
It...
Anchors me to memory
I saw so much – how much did I make up?
Do you deny, are you in pain –
Did I see straight, this whole time have I been insane
And imagined feelings that never did reside?
From that one time stems a memory
That won’t let go of me,
A pothole in the past I can’t pull my foot out of,
A hook on a line tuggin’ me all the time
I’ve gone blind to the goings-on outside
Though I move along with the flow
The way my life does go
But way back and behind
And on top of my mind
It...
#love
#ghosts
#memories #emptiness
#memories #emptiness
29 reads
0 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
31st May 2019 10:53pm
31st May 2019 10:53pm
Una Via
Don’t be in too big of a hurry to meet your heroes
You’ll find that amateurs barrow, professionals steal
That they are really just fallible people like you and me
Reality has a way of bringing us down
Crushing our dreams and destroying our fantasies
In the same way she doesn’t care about the things I like
Or how she rates on the Asperger’s scale and I wish she didn’t
Life is not always as if we had imagined
She will never be in love me the way I want her to be
She will never be in love with the language
The way that I am
She...
You’ll find that amateurs barrow, professionals steal
That they are really just fallible people like you and me
Reality has a way of bringing us down
Crushing our dreams and destroying our fantasies
In the same way she doesn’t care about the things I like
Or how she rates on the Asperger’s scale and I wish she didn’t
Life is not always as if we had imagined
She will never be in love me the way I want her to be
She will never be in love with the language
The way that I am
She...
#love
#LifeStruggles
42 reads
0 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
30th May 2019 9:27pm
30th May 2019 9:27pm
Saturday Night
Groove Infused steps
carry eyes that dart.
Eyes on a head that swivels
on a spine that's lined with art.
Move through the music
across glossed dance floors,
to the bar where the man
with the steady hand pours.
One shot more
Then I'm out in the lot,
where the loiters are
shouting fore shuffling off.
2 guards and a cop,
I nod then walk.
It's warm out and I'm colder than not.
Though thoughts on my brain
remain painful...
carry eyes that dart.
Eyes on a head that swivels
on a spine that's lined with art.
Move through the music
across glossed dance floors,
to the bar where the man
with the steady hand pours.
One shot more
Then I'm out in the lot,
where the loiters are
shouting fore shuffling off.
2 guards and a cop,
I nod then walk.
It's warm out and I'm colder than not.
Though thoughts on my brain
remain painful...
#dance
40 reads
0 Comments
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