Best Long Time Poems
Been a long long time
Deja Vu
I remember when you were with me,
and our love was still brand new
Been a long, long time...
Makes me want to cry...
It was great back then,
We were both so young, we thought
our love would never ever end,
Been a long, long time...
Guess our song ran out of rhyme.
Deja vu
I remember, when you told me,
that you wanted someone new,
Been a long, long time...
Can't get you off my mind.
I want you to know,
You were the one for me
I never wanted you to go
Been a long, long time...
Can't get you off my mind
Bridge
I keep going to the places we used to go
You're always with me in my mind
I wish I could move on, but,
the memories just won't fade
I still love you so much, I can't
believe you never stayed!
Deja vu
I remember the times we came here,
and our love was still brand new,
Been a long, long time
Can't get you off my mind
Been a long, long time...
Can't get you off my mind
repeat fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
August 4,2017
Poetry soup, long time no see
I miss you and your knowledge deep like a sea.
To me you are more than a cup of good tea,
And your lovely assurance is always a guarantee.
Oh! Poetry soup... My love, like Ogbono soup.
Poetry soup, all these while I missed your
Palatable ink, those lines that makes me think.
And even in a haste i don't blink but think
To gain from your wisdom tank...
Oh! poetry soup... My favorite egusi soup.
Poetry soup, long time no see but now I am back,
Better and bigger, yes even stronger to strum your artistic
Guiter.
Oh! Poetry soup, my sumptuous tomatoes stew..
Charlesmelody Ewache Onyilo
(Lightning Ink)
12-11-2023
Its been a very long time
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 6, 2009 (10:34pm)
Its been a
very long time
Since I have
been
with anyone
And instead
of dating
And falling in
love
with someone
All over again
This has been
the first time
In a very
long time
That I have
made
the decision
To remain
on my own
And if I never
date
anyone again
I will be just fine
Because at least
I can say
That I was truly
able to
love someone
Just once in
my lifetime
As much as they
were able
to love me in return
1
Puddle, swallow me in your
archaic and gracious depths.
I’ve been roaming through
my city and its veins
with no oceanic nor
dry eyes to salute to,
with no raw rapid river nor
traffic sign to guide me.
2
Their gods are angry at me,
puddle;
they now know -and not before- I have mocked
their rituals and broken their now transparent
and blood-ebon core. They´re angry at me,
puddle.
3
Release me from my self-put chains
Release me from these empty bonds
of mine,
from this modern and boring-to-watch Greek tragedy.
Save me, puddle;
sing to my haze under the red coldness
of the moon
and to my solitude under the fire on the petrified
willow.
4
I often walk through destroyed
statues,
with flesh and vines
touching the new light,
parasites of the old shadow
upon them.
I stare, and the copper-covered statue
blinds me with the reflection
of the wicked
sun
through the tortuous
morning mist.
5
There are
only
my dreams
in the mist,
and
my silhouette
dressed
as a man.
6
Please puddle,
let
my feet
touch gently
your first drops,
and so on
until
my figure
is wet
in the ocean
and
my neck
is hanged
from
the sky.
I’ll be able to swim towards the calm shore,
and rest in that land,
in the half-wet half-dry sand,
in a pain-free limbo.
Time will pass by,
and I will have forgotten
my human cover.
But just after my eyes clarify,
I will be forced to leave
the snow that had surrounded me,
and I will have to return to my core
and to the chaos I lived in.
And even if chaos won’t let me do it,
I will keep
trying to kiss it.
Here's a lighter bro
Spark up that home grown
Smoke going up ashes going down
This Indica ain't from around town
And I haven't seen you in a while
Since you moved down town
Hey, your wife wants you to settle down
But why does she always frown
Whenever I visit?
Is it because
I get your flat really cloudy
Smoking up ounces?
Is it because
I get your flat really dirty
Coz I'm clumsy with the ashes?
Tucker Carwile
1/22/2012
So many years,
hiding,
always wondering,
if these works are real.
Finding you with
just a click.
A place to post your thoughts.
Reading others,
that have been hiding
as I ,
Thank you poetysoup,
for making my
feelings come true.
Our spoken words are just like birds set free
They are hard to get back once they're released.
The pain that they cause, these can easily
Be the thorns in one's heart when friendship ceased.
Speech can be cutting when wisdom is missed,
And the words we have said bring us regret.
Words last a long time, even after death.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.17.16
(The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a tercet and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c).)
I arrived before the final showing,
Before your heart was erased.
When we run the gamut
There are rules
That cannot be broken.
There are spirals in the mind
That annoy even the great ones,
With pedigrees like tulips.
Free at last--
Or so I thought, but
All hope of winning the prize is lost.
My harmonies plead for mercy.
Do you remember your name? I asked.
There was no answer.
But I knew it was Stephen--
Stephen who paints windows
And affixes doors--
Stephen the unhinged.
Fiction, he said, is the truth
Behind the facts,
The wandering of lost sheep
Who walk in your dreams.
There are those, who in a trance
Like frogs, burrow beneath the mud
And wait for rain.
Rain was a long time coming that year.
Everyone knew it would be dry;
The almanac said so.
The signs were posted everywhere:
Seven years of drought,
A long waiting to be born.
Long time no see,
Since you have been gone;
Many miles away from home,
Things should've been done.
Long time no see,
Since we last saw each other;
We held each other so tight,
Sharing the whole night together.
Long time no see,
Days and nights have passed;
All alone in our home,
Reminiscing things of the past.
Long time no see,
Since we watched the stars above;
Making dreams all come true
With our wondrous kind of love.
So happy to smile again,
Living our life in serenity;
At last, you're coming home,
Long time no see.
Pat my back for a while
Even your smile lifts my world
My troubles, they all fly away
Fly in whites in the blue sky
The paddy field is busy
The wind just love to slap my face
That is all I can say
It was a long time ago
You are on my bed
Lying alone, but of course, with clothes on
Started to sing along with the voices on the radio
Ah, it's still morning
Your shy demeanor caught me off guard
Sometimes wild, sometimes sensitive
You should know
I'm not talking about what you're thinking
Your warmth has reached me
It feels so unreal
But it did happen
A long time ago
A long long time ago, actually it was much further back than that
No one really knows the date as it's become just a human stat
Somewhere out there, the universe was set alive
And it's taken millions of years to realise it's not our prize
It's so hard to get your head around, the events on that day
Where science as we know it, raised it's head to say
From the particle dust, as it swirls in past eons of time
Planets that we have come to know, or we'll discover as our space age climbs
They said we would never find water, on the Moon or the planet Mars
Deep inside our sleeping satellite, behind those lunar scars
Only a few years back, we impeded on it's crater scarred scape
And followed up with a probe, and the readings we can now relate
To leave our planet earth, rocket propulsion desires water
It's part of mans science mix, to the universe and her daughters
What we have discovered is not much, it could be enough for our very next step
If we actually agree to behave ourselves, the very next step is not so inept
A long long time ago, actually it was much further back than that
All that us humans dream, will become our histories stats
How long I did not
see you
I am eager to see
you again
How long I did not
love you
I want to love you
again…..
I did not write a
poem for a long time
I will write a poem
soon
I did not make a
garden for a long
time
I want to make a
garden full of
roses……
How long I did not
sing a song
I will sing a wild
song for you
How long I did not
write a letter
I want to write a
love-letter for
you…..
Long time I did not
see a cloudy sky
I want to see a
rainfall on the
green fields
Long time I did not
see the snowfall
I want to enjoy a
snowfall on
roof-tops……
I did not see you
for a long time
I am eager to know
either
you were as like as
before
or changed to a
great extent…….
I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood
A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.
Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place
A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.
The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today
A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond
Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.
Him
I have walked among the stars.
As humble hope has risen in my heart.
Will she let me kiss her?
Will I pass the sacred test?
Should I bring her flowers,
To soften up her heart?
What if she denies me?
Can I endure the pain?
Should I try to closely hold her?
Or start with a kiss, gently lain.
Should I stare into her eyes?
Will she become mesmerized?
Will she let me hold her, in my aching arms?
Will she let me closely worship her smiling charms?
Should I spy a smudge to wipe from upon her cheek?
Then quickly lean in, to capture what I so desperately need?
Should I sneak my arm around? Or is that too cliché?
We can hardly look each other in the eye… too shy, too shy, too shy.
Her
First kisses are the hardest that is plain to see.
For we were both twenty-five and had not ever been kissed.
So I just grabbed my nerdy love, and beat him to the kiss.
I could wait no longer… or it might have been Christmas!
Four months later we were married, yes, that is true.
And I did the proposing… so again… what is new?
Thank Goodness the love was true.
His daddy died from workin’, the boy dropped out of school,
He should’ve hid out in college, that patriotic fool.
His mama, she was weepin’ that day he raised his hand,
He wrote her almost ev’ry week from a Southeast Asian land.
He led his men in battle, he risked his ass each day,
He hit the dirt but not in time when a bullet came his way.
A purple decoration—rehabilitation, and an ex-wife—
And now his nation’s awarding him…just twenty years to life.
The details they don’t matter, no, it’s just some Veteran’s crime,
The Vietnam War ain’t over yet, it takes a long, long time.
Psychiatrists and lawyers, they fashioned his defense,
They tried to make him crazy, but the jury took offense.
Now he don’t sniff that cocaine, no, and all he drinks is beer;
But he’s got memories in living color, they re-run all so clear.
He hears those people screamin’, he sees the bombs’ bright light—
It all came back one fatal night…inside that bar-room fight.
The details don’t matter, no, it’s just some Veteran’s crime,
The Vietnam War ain’t over yet, it takes a long, long time.