Best Long Standing Poems

In the realm of battles waged by fate,
Where heroes rise and villains bait,
There dwells a force, unconquerable, vast,
A nemesis, whose shadow is cast.

With nefarious intent, it seeks to harm,
An archenemy, a symbol of alarm.
It weaves its web of darkness deep,
Inflicting punishment vengefully does creep.

No hero...

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So thick with rain,the rancid air
into the jungle pours.
Young soldiers with their feet on fire
keep on despite the sores.

This war is one that no one wants
and no one understands.
Young men and women give their lives
in these far Asian lands.

Back home these kids are shown disdain;
they're...

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‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts. 

But Anger becomes a sublime...

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Between the lines of Poetry Soup
Lies partly hidden the real scoop

Poets with emotion’s overflow
Spillage of which, they do not know

Leaks between lines of what they write
Discerning souls, bring them to light

Fellow poets with the same disease
Wanting to love, wanting to please

Can read between the lines...

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THE MATRIARCH 
(In Memory of Eva Vescovi Dixon 1910-2010) 
by Tina (Vescovi) Lasley 

She was a Sister, Mother, Aunt and Friend 
Someone on whom you could always depend 
She was Counselor, Advisor, and Mentor to all 
There to pick us up if we should fall...

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Please fall in lust with me, remember years
when all you sought was time to ravish me
In secret tryst we’d meet despite our fears
For passion would not wait or let us be

Oh fall in lust with me, think of the days
When wonder filled your eyes at...

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THE BIG BOSSES OF CORRUPTION



Heads held high, moods lowered with intend
They parade the highly peopled pathways
As they gather recognition and fake trust
Towards their deep well of luxury

 How they got up there
 A mystery down here
Why they hang on that long
As if it’s where they...

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Contemplating atop the “Great Wall,” was Neruda comparing similarities of this and “Machu 
Picchu?”  Was there more commonality beyond stonemasons craft? High stone walls ancient 
cities, “great walls,” lesser ones (Berlin) are designated barriers between peoples/ideologies 
for protection. Long standing cultural isolation results. 

Constructing...

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'But you don't look sick'

"What you doing just lying there?
I'm sure it would help if you begged in more prayer"
"Have you not yet tried this special snake oil?"
I've said there's no cure, my blood starts to boil

"But you look just fine" I guess I must...

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The Athlete’s Denial

By Elton Camp

Bulging biceps and great power
Made Jock the man of the hour

As a model of good sportsmanship,
Recognition sent him on an ego trip

Long-standing records broke right & left
Made easier by his impressive heft

But meddlers wouldn’t let it be
“This looks very suspicious to...

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Dangling in between my legs was my stoned tail
Making every effort to peep out of the zip
Just appreciate the the glory of God displaying wonders right in its presence in our solitude.
Salivating was my mouth
As my lips and tongues will not stop hitting each other,...

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A living thing she was...she graced our land...
three hundred years and more, she stood with pride.
A focal point to meet with friends, we'd stand
or drive the intersected roads beside
the wall that sheltered this, our blessed tree
we thought long-standing for eternity.

The 'Heart of Balmville', certainly was...

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Red, White and Blue

I fought in the Revolutionary war
To win freedom from tyranny 
I fought for the right to choose my religion 
For the right to live free!

No taxation without representation
Was our battle cry!
Fought to uphold the system of slavery.
We would live free or die!

I...

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Long standing passions fading into obsessions deep and dark
Taking its tolls to possess your soul they leave their mark
After much strife little things appear bigger than life
And life fades without a fight
When confronted with obsessions deep and dark

The rains come clean  and pure
To cleanse...

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I'm too tired to write this poem
with meaningless words and
clauses. Showy, proper diction
feigned through years of misuse

I am too tired to think up
the crypt - some long standing
metaphor - with its stained-glass
transparency?/obscurity?/opacity?

I am too hot in this room
to describe the way the heat
takes me back
to...

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