Long Poems About Acceptance
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Long poems about acceptance. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
darkcloud68
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:40pm
19th Jan 2025 10:40pm
At Your Alter
Most high I am at your alter, your Soulja tried and true. My heart never falters I stand tall because I am you.
I keep my crown in heaven because hell is a place my feet has already walk through. I keep the sun in my heart as I rise and paint the sky blue.
I have fought internal battles so can you count the multitude of demons that I have slew. How can a bird cry about a sky he never flew.
I danced on the battlefield where the cold winds blew. So how could I find the warmth of love if I have not found no fire in you.
I sailed the sea with...
I keep my crown in heaven because hell is a place my feet has already walk through. I keep the sun in my heart as I rise and paint the sky blue.
I have fought internal battles so can you count the multitude of demons that I have slew. How can a bird cry about a sky he never flew.
I danced on the battlefield where the cold winds blew. So how could I find the warmth of love if I have not found no fire in you.
I sailed the sea with...
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 5:14am
5th Sep 2024 5:14am
PRE MORTEM PILLOW THOUGHTS ON LOSS (10-19-1995, Galveston Island, Texas)
i lay my head down
upon your cold pillow
but at the moment
you are no longer here
i can t help but wonder
if this is what my shroud
might feel like
after i m gone and no longer here too
that is
if
the so called dead
can even still feel at all
i wonder if my own great beyond
might feel and seem as calm
as empty and peaceful as this
such a rare place
of no more mental thinking
sounds so relatively good
almost too good to possibly be true at all
where there will be nothing there
to remind me ...
upon your cold pillow
but at the moment
you are no longer here
i can t help but wonder
if this is what my shroud
might feel like
after i m gone and no longer here too
that is
if
the so called dead
can even still feel at all
i wonder if my own great beyond
might feel and seem as calm
as empty and peaceful as this
such a rare place
of no more mental thinking
sounds so relatively good
almost too good to possibly be true at all
where there will be nothing there
to remind me ...
#acceptance
#breakup
#heartbroken
#sadness
#separation
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ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 8:59am
2nd Sep 2024 8:59am
Sugarcoat
verses]
The same old recipe,
This is how it’ll go:
You’ll call me A-to-Z
I won’t get a word in, never.
It’s just a puzzle piece, yeah
Bet you believe it tells you everythin’
Only if you knew, you wouldn’t believe...
[pre-chorus]
So,
You be callin’ me your honey,
But I know that at the parties,
You bet her type tastes so good
Tell me that you really want me,
Could be in it for the money,
It’s alright ‘cause you love me…
[refrain]
Sugarcoat,
Won’t you tell these...
The same old recipe,
This is how it’ll go:
You’ll call me A-to-Z
I won’t get a word in, never.
It’s just a puzzle piece, yeah
Bet you believe it tells you everythin’
Only if you knew, you wouldn’t believe...
[pre-chorus]
So,
You be callin’ me your honey,
But I know that at the parties,
You bet her type tastes so good
Tell me that you really want me,
Could be in it for the money,
It’s alright ‘cause you love me…
[refrain]
Sugarcoat,
Won’t you tell these...
#acceptance
#conflict
#healing
#lover
#strength
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
She never listened to anybody
This was around the time I was 8 or 9 years old.
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
#acceptance
#childhood
#funny
#nonfiction
#school
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 12:21pm
11th Aug 2024 12:21pm
Eradicate the panic
Jack is a salesman. A man who knows his craft. He's cunning, shrewd and eager to make money. He's been in this line of work for over 25 years. Jack and his ex-wife had a daughter named Amber. He lost contact with Amber after the divorce, which is going on 20 years now. One of Jack's biggest fears is flying. Helicopter, Airplane, Jet, it doesn't matter. No flying! He's been on a jet once in his life. The one time was as a child (which is where the fear began). When his ex-wife divorced Jack, which was due to his neglect of his family, he decided to move to Los Angeles California. There Jack...
#acceptance
#fear
#fiction
#hope
#love
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PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 1:01pm
6th Aug 2024 1:01pm
Man that I know
Theres a man
That I know
has the hardest time
Doing what he's told
Or listening to
what he knows
Can't seem to
Find A receipt
for the soul
that he sold
Theres a man
That i know
Cant catch a break
Hoping for a rainbow
Never catching sight
of that pile of gold
it's gonna take
To buy back his soul
Why wont he change,
Spread his wings and fly
fly up and away
Away from
all of his pain
Nothing
is all hes got to show ...
That I know
has the hardest time
Doing what he's told
Or listening to
what he knows
Can't seem to
Find A receipt
for the soul
that he sold
Theres a man
That i know
Cant catch a break
Hoping for a rainbow
Never catching sight
of that pile of gold
it's gonna take
To buy back his soul
Why wont he change,
Spread his wings and fly
fly up and away
Away from
all of his pain
Nothing
is all hes got to show ...
#acceptance
#SelfReflection
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Just-Rob
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 1:50am
20th Jul 2024 1:50am
Talking To The Moon
You're scared of people getting close
Its hard to give your trust
You've had that trust betrayed
You had no choice but to adjust
Your feelings overwhelm you
You want to let them go
The more you crave the quiet
The louder that things grow
You feel unworthy, you don't deserve
The people that love and care
It's hard to accept good things
When you were raised within despair
You have trouble with speaking the words
That get caught somewhere in your mind
You have so much going on at once ...
Its hard to give your trust
You've had that trust betrayed
You had no choice but to adjust
Your feelings overwhelm you
You want to let them go
The more you crave the quiet
The louder that things grow
You feel unworthy, you don't deserve
The people that love and care
It's hard to accept good things
When you were raised within despair
You have trouble with speaking the words
That get caught somewhere in your mind
You have so much going on at once ...
#acceptance
#family
#love #support
#love #support
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Duice
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 2:01pm
17th Jun 2024 2:01pm
Let Go(d)
Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the LORD with all [ your heart ]
and lean not on your [ own understanding ];
in all your ways submit [ to him ],
and he will make your [ paths straight ].
When I'm laid in that resin pine box I hope they say [ "He lived" ]
Ignited all cares flicked to the wind still without a kind regard [ to give ]
AWAKEN to a phoenix shriek soaring out smelted [ molten ash ]
Paused chest purified wiping the charcoal quick adjust as [ I dash ]
Fiercely burning bound in breast poised in kevlar plated [ rib cages ] ...
Trust in the LORD with all [ your heart ]
and lean not on your [ own understanding ];
in all your ways submit [ to him ],
and he will make your [ paths straight ].
When I'm laid in that resin pine box I hope they say [ "He lived" ]
Ignited all cares flicked to the wind still without a kind regard [ to give ]
AWAKEN to a phoenix shriek soaring out smelted [ molten ash ]
Paused chest purified wiping the charcoal quick adjust as [ I dash ]
Fiercely burning bound in breast poised in kevlar plated [ rib cages ] ...
#heartbroken
#prayer
#acrostic
#acceptance
#breakup
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th May 2024 10:19pm
17th May 2024 10:19pm
THIRD EYE'S THIRD PHASE GAZE OF THREE IN ONE (Fri., May 17th, 2024, Palm Springs, California)
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
third phase gaze
of me in me
third eye s
third phase gaze
of three in one
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
now so long
hid away
uninspired
disconnected
self suppressed
undone broken
vanished gone
third eye s
third phase gaze
of me
as one
all one
sensed and felt
by some
but seen lived
and truly known
by me...
#acceptance
#choices
#confusion
#identity
#SelfReflection
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HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
16th May 2024 2:56pm
16th May 2024 2:56pm
Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
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3 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
20th Mar 2024 1:00am
BUSTED SEAMS (10-15-1989; Del Mar, California)
somewhere between truth
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
here in this mad hatter s dog eat dog
overly competitive capitalistic
consumerist material culture and society s
so called pseudo reality
in which i presently don t even...
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
here in this mad hatter s dog eat dog
overly competitive capitalistic
consumerist material culture and society s
so called pseudo reality
in which i presently don t even...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
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