Long Miscellaneous Poems
Random, diverse and unusual poetry - Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
cloventongue89
Poem Published
Today 9:52am
Today 9:52am
Derelict Dreamer
Long has it been till now I greet you with this scheme
As I traverse apart from confines like a dream
Are we knit into the fabric of a single thought?
Though nothing is truly worn as it may seam
Reading between the lines, is the student or the teacher, taught?
When from a spark a flame ignites, insights in exchange we glean
Wits versed against and yet all together though separate we convene
On guard, we speak, indefensible yet subject to unweave
Hearts like puzzles tattered to the hem as we resolve the sleeve
It’s all a question of what speaks best...
As I traverse apart from confines like a dream
Are we knit into the fabric of a single thought?
Though nothing is truly worn as it may seam
Reading between the lines, is the student or the teacher, taught?
When from a spark a flame ignites, insights in exchange we glean
Wits versed against and yet all together though separate we convene
On guard, we speak, indefensible yet subject to unweave
Hearts like puzzles tattered to the hem as we resolve the sleeve
It’s all a question of what speaks best...
#violence
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
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joegracegrace
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 1:30pm
21st Apr 2018 1:30pm
We Can KNOW The Year of The Rapture (and the Russian Attack That Goes With It) !!!
While we can't know the day or the hour of the Rapture (Russian Attack),
we CAN know the year - based on the fact that it is to come at the end of "THIS GENERATION".
In other words, one generation after the starting point of "when these things begin to happen"(Luke 21.28).
Since the new beginning logically comes at the same time as an ending takes place,
this leads us to the time that "the time of the Gentiles" comes to an end(Luke 21.24).
Gentile rule over Israel ended in 1948.
So we have the new beginning (as in "when these things BEGIN to happen.")...
we CAN know the year - based on the fact that it is to come at the end of "THIS GENERATION".
In other words, one generation after the starting point of "when these things begin to happen"(Luke 21.28).
Since the new beginning logically comes at the same time as an ending takes place,
this leads us to the time that "the time of the Gentiles" comes to an end(Luke 21.24).
Gentile rule over Israel ended in 1948.
So we have the new beginning (as in "when these things BEGIN to happen.")...
#money
#consumerism
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 1:07pm
21st Apr 2018 1:07pm
but then, the words and silence come in infinite shades of varying pertinence
words…
[of your
diabolical mind reveals..
ironically
from your so hard inert silence
held like a lighted virtue
shaming virtue
leave infallible clues
as your turf breaks
just few words now
from your skindeep
disturbances
unleash your colours
to the unfiltered
daylights]
….didn’t make any song this time
questions?
hah. really
how shame you pose them to me
after...
#lies
#dreams
#rain
#silence
#PowerOfWords
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Daffodil32
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 8:55am
21st Apr 2018 8:55am
i wish i had been the artist, not the victim
drawing, doodling, freedom
nobody can stop you from drawing a line
patterns, objects, shapes, waves
nobody can stop you from drawing a line
you can do what you wish
with the piece of paper in front of you
scribble, sketch, paint
nobody can stop you from expressing yourself
on the piece of paper of your choice
taking control is in our hands, literally
whereas life, what if control is out of your hands
taking your life somewhere, so easy for those lucky people
drawing a life and achieving, freely
nobody and nothing stopping...
nobody can stop you from drawing a line
patterns, objects, shapes, waves
nobody can stop you from drawing a line
you can do what you wish
with the piece of paper in front of you
scribble, sketch, paint
nobody can stop you from expressing yourself
on the piece of paper of your choice
taking control is in our hands, literally
whereas life, what if control is out of your hands
taking your life somewhere, so easy for those lucky people
drawing a life and achieving, freely
nobody and nothing stopping...
#sadness
#grief
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 7:49am
21st Apr 2018 7:49am
Homewreckers Guide To Making Love In A Broken Home
Days away
Have I coerced the virtuous to silence?
When we’re cornered by confessions
And I don’t know how to keep my secrets
Off my conscience, to your shame
Yet only noted by those with eyes between the lines
If they can see it at all
What so blatantly glares at you
In my every word
While you speak your nonchalant narratives
My page is a lie detector
Yours is a script that seems as if to tell true
But rather is a vain attempt to hide
When in truth, what you’re not saying reveals you
Back track to acquaintance
Ignore...
Have I coerced the virtuous to silence?
When we’re cornered by confessions
And I don’t know how to keep my secrets
Off my conscience, to your shame
Yet only noted by those with eyes between the lines
If they can see it at all
What so blatantly glares at you
In my every word
While you speak your nonchalant narratives
My page is a lie detector
Yours is a script that seems as if to tell true
But rather is a vain attempt to hide
When in truth, what you’re not saying reveals you
Back track to acquaintance
Ignore...
#lust
#heartbroken
#sex
#silence
#NaPoWriMo2018
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Ken
Ken Ebersole
Ken Ebersole
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 9:45am
20th Apr 2018 9:45am
4-19-18
Cold World
Cold world
Full of torment
Full of pain
Sadness and self doubt
Soak the ground like rain
Confidence stripped to nothing
Fear rules every day
The dark side has taken over in every way
Truth is hidden from the innocent
So blame can easily be placed
Corruption in harmony with greed
Lead the human race
Life is robotic in every way
The shell of what freedom should be
Blindfolding clauses and laws
Make it impossible to see
Each generation gets weaker
Wills...
Cold world
Full of torment
Full of pain
Sadness and self doubt
Soak the ground like rain
Confidence stripped to nothing
Fear rules every day
The dark side has taken over in every way
Truth is hidden from the innocent
So blame can easily be placed
Corruption in harmony with greed
Lead the human race
Life is robotic in every way
The shell of what freedom should be
Blindfolding clauses and laws
Make it impossible to see
Each generation gets weaker
Wills...
#dark
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SatansSperm
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 00:35am
19th Apr 2018 00:35am
Stand up night
Stand up night
...walking up to the microphone...
...So my name is...
looks down pulling the band of his underwear out
staring at it....
Terry Smith
My mom sent me these for Christmas.
where is everybody from?
I am from my mom...
I know because she reminds me
all the time
" I CARRIED YOU FOR 10 MONTHS!!"
...and I said "yeah, I'm lazy"
"could you turn the lights down please..."
.....takes a big drink of scotch....
looks like we have an attractive crowd tonight....
when I was a kid I had a dog named...
...walking up to the microphone...
...So my name is...
looks down pulling the band of his underwear out
staring at it....
Terry Smith
My mom sent me these for Christmas.
where is everybody from?
I am from my mom...
I know because she reminds me
all the time
" I CARRIED YOU FOR 10 MONTHS!!"
...and I said "yeah, I'm lazy"
"could you turn the lights down please..."
.....takes a big drink of scotch....
looks like we have an attractive crowd tonight....
when I was a kid I had a dog named...
#honesty
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Daffodil32
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 6:47pm
18th Apr 2018 6:47pm
life, a cruel lie
life , to me , is a cruel lie
you get one life and half of it is ruined
imagine a butterfly battered around in the wind
wings bruised, unable to take control
one cannot fly in the correct climate
one cannot choose a direction
pushed around, oh little me
by the harsh winds, we call life
fragility inconsidered, a beauty broken
by the harsh winds we call life
neglected, hurt , lost and wandering alone
walking alone, my direction was lost
there was no ladder, no set pavement
safe path was horribly hidden from me ...
you get one life and half of it is ruined
imagine a butterfly battered around in the wind
wings bruised, unable to take control
one cannot fly in the correct climate
one cannot choose a direction
pushed around, oh little me
by the harsh winds, we call life
fragility inconsidered, a beauty broken
by the harsh winds we call life
neglected, hurt , lost and wandering alone
walking alone, my direction was lost
there was no ladder, no set pavement
safe path was horribly hidden from me ...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
28 reads
4 Comments
DeeTooCold
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 4:25am
18th Apr 2018 4:25am
Yesterday [Part 4]
This week hasn't been easy for me
Today was really the hardest day for me
As it has for the rest of the family
When we watched them lay you to rest
To keep myself from going insane
I wrote my thoughts away to cope with the pain
But never thought I'd be writing this now that you're in the afterlife
I'm thankful for all of your love, teachings, and sacrifice
It was very difficult to say goodbye
With the family grieving as we wonder why
But you had the bravery to put up a good fight
With the strength of a mustard seed
You still gave all...
Today was really the hardest day for me
As it has for the rest of the family
When we watched them lay you to rest
To keep myself from going insane
I wrote my thoughts away to cope with the pain
But never thought I'd be writing this now that you're in the afterlife
I'm thankful for all of your love, teachings, and sacrifice
It was very difficult to say goodbye
With the family grieving as we wonder why
But you had the bravery to put up a good fight
With the strength of a mustard seed
You still gave all...
#grief
#family
#memories
32 reads
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 3:12pm
17th Apr 2018 3:12pm
Nomos Rau
Quid rides? Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.” Horace, Satires (35-33? BCE)
..
The Law of Mind(s)
I beg your brief indulgence, kind spectator. Allow me this somewhat ad hominem, exegetical tirade.
The wound spits forked sparks in the penumbral sea of solitudinous stench, shuffling forth a tumescent tongue and disenfranchised mass, which trickles in dribs and drabs beyond a veil of obtuse, ill tiding. Metallic teeth cutting breath.
Cowards colors run up a pole, buoyed upon ugly wind. Raising a death’s head upon a mucocele. Stinks of a complex mixture of oxides,...
..
The Law of Mind(s)
I beg your brief indulgence, kind spectator. Allow me this somewhat ad hominem, exegetical tirade.
The wound spits forked sparks in the penumbral sea of solitudinous stench, shuffling forth a tumescent tongue and disenfranchised mass, which trickles in dribs and drabs beyond a veil of obtuse, ill tiding. Metallic teeth cutting breath.
Cowards colors run up a pole, buoyed upon ugly wind. Raising a death’s head upon a mucocele. Stinks of a complex mixture of oxides,...
#science
#nature
#LifeCycle
55 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 1:55pm
17th Apr 2018 1:55pm
misc. catalog of death and dreams
1.
offbeat rhapsodies in shades of b&w
her tears roll down my back
in archways of nonchalance
that’s holding her, she
wriggles directionless- a mess
over a massive mess beneath
in sobbed mumblings, hopes
to be heard this time
but
the fuming summer at 40
in a lethal cocktail
with my
hung over sleeplessness of ages
deprives her of any chances
kindles
her little heart’s fury
over the bed-side...
#hope
#dark
#dreams #death
#dreams #death
46 reads
1 Comment
audioharleea
U. G. Rose
U. G. Rose
Poem Published
15th Apr 2018 9:38pm
15th Apr 2018 9:38pm
Party of 3
I saw the way he stared in her eyes
Breathed her deep
His sweetest taboo
I listened to the sounds they made
And he passionately consumed her
Gladly ate her fruit
Ripe and dripping down her legs
Lavished her with praise, ravaged her
Over and over again
Addicted to her dominance
How he let her rule because she
Came
Bare brested, with an aching
Desire to be his captive, partner in crime
His slave
Made her name sound like poetry
His heart perched serenely
On her sleeve
Whispering her name...
Breathed her deep
His sweetest taboo
I listened to the sounds they made
And he passionately consumed her
Gladly ate her fruit
Ripe and dripping down her legs
Lavished her with praise, ravaged her
Over and over again
Addicted to her dominance
How he let her rule because she
Came
Bare brested, with an aching
Desire to be his captive, partner in crime
His slave
Made her name sound like poetry
His heart perched serenely
On her sleeve
Whispering her name...
#lover
#freedom
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12 Comments
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