Long Accord Poems
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A night, again, in waking sleep,
Unuttered words that write the wall
From depths of darkness figures creep
Beneath the million fathom fall
Unspeakable the dreams that fright
The squinted eyes belie the wake
Beneath the sheets to flee the fight
And unformed lies the voices make
A promise, bargain, deal to death
Felled on ears that will deny
Ushered to betray in breath
The truth that sleep is but a lie
In the day's too honest light
The facts that once obscured are bare
The fears evaded in the night
Remain and quest the soul to tear
A wish, once made, can only die
The worst of all desires untold
Anything that grows to try
Will wither in the winter's cold
The waking brings the banishment
The sleeping can't afford
But the whisper's vanishment
Is undone by will's accord
Though too sweet the words once spun
And the price too great to say
Life's a game not easily won
Until the dice are thrown away
A night, again, in waking sleep,
Forgotten words exposed to swear
The oath he oaths to wholly keep
In the Game, there's none unfair
Be it love, or hope, or lust
That drives the mind to needs of want
So badly that one would entrust
Such evil with the heart's one haunt
Impossible, the logic cries
The truest evil's the mind of man
Projecting those traits we so despise
Is but the brain's self-loathing plan
Impossible, the hearts dictates
And truly wrong, but be it so
Then what's the price? The soul berrates
For the secrets that heart does stow?
Unsleeping, so the one returns
Whose promises resound through thought
And name and words to the flesh he burns
So that his offer not be forgot
If but a touch of lunacy already exists
What is the matter of spreading the rot
When a ticking clock is what resists
The selling is hardly worth the thought
In another night of waking daze
To make one last oath he may,
"Just sacrifice your mind to craze,
And I will take your pain away"
The deal once struck cannot revoke
The sacrifice is in the smile
The delivery of pays bespoke
Cements the access to freely while
With every day, the sleeping's less
And words will flow from wall to hand
Building to the mind's egress
The hourglass killing shards of sand
When the time has run and no hours will flow
He will come to me to find
Into the madness I'll gladly go
For, unto him, I sold my mind.
grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told
A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend
late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends
a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside
the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town
eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes
the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord
when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage
two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet
these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while
When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then one of greed
Form:
Seasonal sensational Love
These lovely eyes bracing the glimpse of Trees, Mountain,
And Rain in parallel, Falling in its pioneeringly expressive ways!!
Clutching my attention, Serene beauty stickered on my Heart,
Tantalizing with the rhythm of jazzy shake,
Rain pounded against my window!!
Ringing bells lighted the inner peace,
Mountains dwelled with the green nature band,
Paced off those lovely yards,
The garden green snippet filled my soul with the refreshed air!!
The sun rising across the bay,
Inter tranquillity fluorescenced my soul.
Praising vociferously with the theme of attitude towards life,
Around the globe wanted to face the Life's fate.
Ruby red sun tinged through the west,
Water falling through the Cleavage of the mountains!!
Rainbow flashing against my eyes like a mist in heavenly arcade.
Thumping night life on the bustling island amazed me!!
The white cotton sky,
Plugged in with vivid spectrum in depth!!
Immersed in deep ruby eyes of her,
Neither the constraints of latitude and longitude,
Just bouncing the sunshine forever!!
Bracing with rose gold moon in its arms with the twilighting stars,
Perked up with full of energy!!
Rejuvenated with full joy,
The strength of spark instigated my feelings towards you!!
Harmonious accord establishing the ceasefire,
By showering rain to melt the temperature of boiling sun!!
Opening the switches of my heart,
Stimulating the senses,
You will find desire of Love towards you!!
Melancholy rain, Cinerous sky,
Blazing eyes, Peasant walkaway!!
Just can’t forget You Honey,
Life has quite often solaced my eyes,
Glow of cotton rubbing socket of vision throughout years!!
Your eyes,
I love you baby!!
Your smile,
I like that way You come and cheers my heart blazing my soul!!
Baby just come in my life cleansing my broken heart,
Baby you come back please!!
And then only you will find the peck on the cheek!!
Staring in my direction,
You attracted me again, occupying the vacant space of my heart!!
Come again, please heal my heart!!
Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I must live to see the light of day take wing from on high! Cleanse me with your hope, oh Lord of Accord and you are so perfectly imperfect to me…and you shine bright like a diamond in the cave and you mirror my pain with healing, crystal-clear rain! I’m out of my mind in the past, present and future…what’s my fate? What is there in store for me? Why do I hestitate? I hesitate for the sake of Your honor-packed jubilance, not his blasphemed envy! Good news (It’s intriguing! Very!) – I’m suriving and still standing tall; bad news (nothing brand-new or exciting really): I failed the test with a F- for failure to the extreme…your sub-zero eyes see right through me and I can feel the coals heating up in my heart! I’m mad to begin with and I’m sick of breaking apart! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Deal with the cards, roll the dice. Feel my words – you’re my livin’ sacrifice! We need a happily ever after after all! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! You kill’d me inside and out and I won’t pout like a child, running about! You killed me with your lonesome song and I have no slight doubt about that, if you know what I am speaking of no doubt! Are you damaged by your suicidal depression? Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I am a money saver, but a worthless beggar or an ungrateful waster OR a real big spender ~ I don’t mean to offend a single soul or drive anyone insane in any way, shape or form…I am just telling you the truth straight out of my brain while I lay down and type this verse up in my solitary, yet unique, wild and stunning-blue dorm…avoiding a bee swarm like escaping a windstorm with stingers flying all around me every direction I turn! Every angle I watch, there is danger looking at me straight in the eyes…replicating the death stare of the Lord of the Flies…my hope and faith withers and dries like a weed, left in the sun…pulled up from the ground by the gardener himself…rotting away…today…
though avast percentage
of Stone Temple Pilots, she push peep pulls
viz vernacular speaking population
to most pious take as gospel
every word in religious tomes
their collective soul asylum polestar,
and doth decree important doctrines
with especial accord
equal insignificance applied toward
Judeo-Christian holidays across the board
thus easter tis no exception to the golden rule,
where santa claus reached an a chord
follow auspicious signs alit in the night sky
shaped like a drinking gourd
perhaps amassing plentiful harvests
upon hamlets strewn
across scantily populated Earth
asper cornucopia exhibited secret hoard
sharing plentiful Horn
(and Hard art learned lesson)
to stave off barren ness, ignored
going forward seeding nascent
March Madness with help from Lord
and Tailor as midwife hoot
tended Ville Nova moored
by Wildcat fanatics, who unbelievably
espied heavens cleft asunder
and golden rays poured
while collective spectators loudly screamed
akin to the soundgarden
of ferocious cats roared
witnessed history scored
earning players knighted
with Excalibur sword
thence entire team handed
Taj Mahal shaped award
which aforementioned ass hide lacks, cuz zit
happens tubby April Fool's joke
thus above iterated verses somehow
needs just a little bit of relevance to yoke
thine admitted ambivalent reaction to sports,
yea aye pay figurative toke
hen to Rabbinic, generic fanatic primal
tribal village people clan destine woke
and swinging focus of this poem
back toward Religious perp ported berth
when (sans antiquity) trumpet signaled
thus, any superstitions blew away dearth
when distant shofar heard
in every home and hearth
anticipating arrival of the Easter Bunny,
who brings mirth
and hop poly distributes sweet treats,
which children as grown adults,
no matter necessity for teeth to be removed
the sugary over indulgence wool worth
today thee American Dental Association chastises candy
manufacturers bandying more weight
gaining deadly, debauched, and decadent, trait
then adultery verboten fruit to sate
hash-tagged reprobate.
It begins at home
even closer: it begins "I"nside
I have forgiven failures, failing in faith, inside me
Have you? Until you do, it is almost too hard
To forgive your imperfect parent, and therefore Father-in-Heaven
Lest it seems, I speak ordinary, old, old-fashioned sermon or speech
"Remember Mandela, South Africa, TRC? I was there!"
While billions only speak it, I have to live it
I did not want to; Mandela (OUR BELOVED MADIBA) made it policy
In the bad old South Africa, poisoned by a white Minority, 300 years
Still wanting NOT to share anything today; but we must for ourselves
And for Jesus (or for Mandela, or for Gandhi: both graced South Africa)
Yes, I have grown to love Forgiveness and Reconciliation in my heart
There it must begin, or it cannot come out into this bloody world
From the blood pump inside you, pure Jesus lineage can overflow
Once the mind and heart come into agreement, concord, one accord
(That's what happened at the Pentecost that birthed Christ's Church -
When the disciples, dreading death after Jesus's Crucifixion, locked doors
In the Upper Room, in Jerusalem, tarrying still: Fire in Holy Spirit fell!)
The Holy Spirit tells me to love like Jesus and Mother Theresa (now Saint)
Love till it hurts (and once hurt like that, NOTHING will ever hurt you & me)
I forgive because I see the forgiveness of Jesus (What does it mean? Sins?)
LOVE may begin in sin; but it flies with eagle wings, near the SON, forgiven
We reconcile with the Parent Above; who is really everywhere, doctrines do
not tell us all, only a start: God loved and offered reconciliation, but Truth
Demands we confess: I was a dirty, dastardly sinner, until He washed me
In the pure, precious blood of a Perfect Man, High-Priest after Melchizadek
So, dear brother and sister, I do not list sins to make you mad
That is only to assure YOU the Jesus way: Confess, Receive Grace, Live Free
TRC in RSA: TRUTH and Reconciliation (& Commission Under Archbishop Tutu)
Said anyone, white or black, who confessed their murders and sins
Would not be taken to court; only one was (Wouter Basson)
A whole nation forgave the white Minority under Mandela's mighty mandate
To Love and forgive like Jesus, for BIGGER things: like saving a country
From the kind of civil wars that rage on and on, fed by hate, all about US
I
Don't
Need
Proof
Of
Your
Growth
Hope and Love
Brittery
Flowers
Sprout
In
The
Hour
Of
Hope
&
Luv
Airplanes
Do
Land
Young
And
Beautiful
You
Are,
Much
Like
Me
In
Times
Of
Tribulation
And
Jubilation
Bring
Me
Down
Under
Eyes
Release
Waterfalls
Of wonderfulness
I
Am
Torn
Apart
By
Sorrow
That
I
Will
Feel
This
Yesterday's
Tomorrow
...
..
.
..
...
Do
You
Hear
Me
Cry
?
Don't
Ask
Why
?
??
???
??
?
Do
You
Hear
My
Plea-
Inspired
Prayer
?
Slayer
To
Sin...
Leave
My
Presence
From
Deeeeep
Within
...
..
.
..
...
Hand
Me
A
Key
To
UnLoCk
The
Truth
&
Peace
Plz...
That
Peace
That
Re-re-
Re-re-
Renews
My
Tragedy
In
Reverse...
Getting
A
Grip
On
The
Rope
Hope
On
Its
Last
Strand...
Until
It
Snaps
!
!!
!!!
!!
!
Ripped
Off
At
The
Mall...
Banging
My
Fist
Upon
The
Abstract
Art
Wall
X
XO
XOX
XOXO
XOX
XO
X
Mad
As
A
Hornet,
For
I
Love
You
&
I
Hate
You...
I
Like
You,
Yet
I
Despise
You...
Dislike
The Things you do and what you put me through...you make me hesitate and I'm the hue of blue
I
Am
Sewn
By
God's
Spirit and Aura
Do you forgive me?
Oh Lord of accord...
I no longer envy
everyone's optimistic and pessimistic chord
^_^
I
Am
Hoarding
These
Feelings
Of
Falling
For
You
:>)
XD
Did
You
Actually
Answer
My
Prayer
Of
Help-
Me-
Plz?
C;
Hand me a compass to lead me to a peaceful path...do me a favor and give me a helping hand that scrubs me with the bubbly liquids of hope and love and be my crow dove tonight because it's black and white that I love you with all my mesmerizing might - it's my write to right to you...it's my way of getting my way with you too...but I'll dig up brains for myself, though I'm sick with the luv flu that is a below shelf
I
Can't
Hold
On
To
Someone
So
Good
Enough...
That
Izzzzzzz
Full
Of
Luv
From
Abuv
I
Can't
Get
Enough
Uv
Eyez
On
Fire
Of
Desire,
But
Put
In
The
Front
Fire...
Lift
Me
Higher,
My
Graceful
Glow
Keep
Growing,
My
Brittery
Flower
Just
One
More
Hour...
Wings
Do
Fly
As
Long
As
You
Show
Off
Our
Love-Hate
Oath...
Out
Of
The
Cave...
Of
Timid
Brave
Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched worries of tomorrow’s
Troublesome wind and rain
Driving me and you insane
I can’t be sane…
Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a grief-stricken sunray
Sundrenched sorrows…
Sundrenched sorrows…
There are no tomorrows
No time to yield a shield in hand
Understand where I stand…
I stand on pillars of rocks…
I cast away broken glass
My feet on the glistening grass…
The past in the past…
So listening to our future
I can’t go on
Can’t go on…the time is ticking too fast
My pain is rather vast…
So, endure…we’ll find a cure
Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched depression borrows
From my kingdom of loneliness
It’s a kind of pain and distress
I can’t really explain…
Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a grief-stricken sunray
Sundrenched sorrows…
Sundrenched sorrows…
There are no tomorrows
No time to yield a shield in hand
Understand where I stand…
I stand on pillars of rocks…
We are temples of the Lord of Accord
We are like a shield and a sword
I cast away broken glass
My feet on the grass…
The past in the past…
Well, I dwell in shadows
I can’t go on
Can’t go on…the time is ticking too fast
My pain is rather vast…
Silhouetted in sunlit glows
Sundrenched sorrows
Makes me feel hallow inside
Makes me empty, who knows…
Where the wicked wind will blow and subside…
Subside from my side…
Abide by His alone
You’re a tranquil tide
Not on your own…
Time…
Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a grief-stricken sunray
Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a grief-stricken sunray
Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched sorrows
They come and go
Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched sorrows
They blow to and fro
Like the wind and the rain
The fiery darts of in-vain
Drives us all insane…
I lost my mind train…
After all, we are all;
After all, we’re in appall
Sundrenched sorrows-bound
Sundrenched sorrows with no sound
Lost and found, so lost and found
Lost our way until we hit the ground
Vigilant and tall…
Hear us as we call
Heal us through our fall…
Hear our free-falling, sorrowful call
We’re not garanteed tomorrow,
So let’s live in the now, you know?
I feel pretty lonesome inside me
My feelings are much like the sea
Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh
I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?
So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such vanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…
I’m not handsome…
I’m feeling ugly inside…deep inside, I have cried
I know I can’t get through this deep, darksome tide
Deep, darksome tide…
So deep…inside
There’s a storm inside my dead-inside eyes
There’s a sea inside that are filled with lies
Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh
I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?
So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such vanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…
I’m not handsome…
I’m feeling ugly inside…deep inside, I have cried
I know I can’t get through this deep, darksome tide
Deep, darksome tide…
So deep…inside
The sun will come out soon
No reason to doubt the moon
Afternoon has drawn near
Feels like I’m left with fear
Isn’t this brilliant?
I feel insignificant…
See me no doubt
Please hear me out
Can’t you see the tears in my eyes?
Lost for many years
And left with ignored cries
Please, forgive me for all of my sins,
Lord of Accord, I will throw them down
Inside garbage bins…
Oh oh ohhhhh oooooohhhh
I feel less than human…
I feel less than a man…
Where do I begin?
Where have I been?
So lonesome inside my skin
So lonesome inside my skin
Deep within, yeah, deep within
So buried under by my abominations
It’s getting me frustrated with such insanity
And awful sensations!
And awful sensations!
So darn lonesome…
I’m painfully handsome…
I’m not feeling ugly today…deep inside, I won’t cry
I know I can get through this hardship, I can’t deny
Silently…cried…inside! Deep inside...
My forefathers once poured dry gin on the
green land of Nkporo from the North to the west,
Prayed for prosperity and harmony to their children.
Gathered us under the half yellow moon and narrated
To us the traditions and cultures of our people.
"Ifeoma di na iru, Nke iru ka" they said.
Discouragement and fear is for the weak.
They once lived happily with little or nothing to hold
Onto and yet bounced back on their responsibilities with courage.
Blew the whistle of peace and sounded the drums of oneness
Among the Osu and the Ogbanje down the stream.
They waited patiently for the new yam festivals
With smiles on their broad, sweet black faces watching
The children danced in the village square of Nkporo.
They marked Nzu on their foreheads
Give little to the strangers who visited them in their Obi.
The Omu tightly fixed on their hands and some on thier hands
Down on the sand beside their Obi Agu we watched
Them Keenly, the gods were with us all along.
"Njiko ka Anyi jiri biri" they said in one accord.
Strife, corruption, injustice, embezzlement of public fund, they know not.
But looked up to the gods in Agbala for hjustice.
Nkporo masquerade they entertained themselves with.
Wisdom, they visited with kola nut in their lips,
Cutting it into pieces as they talked with wisdom.
"go to the ant and learn" wisdom advised them
Only them knows why women bend down while urinating and men stands.
Only my fore fathers could tell why The He goat smell.
They worn understanding like a chain round their neck
Tied joy round their waist like a wrapper.
Only them could tell why babies never talk.
When we asked why?
they told us to wait till we have grey hairs,
But the cultures and traditions they never fail to paased them to us with smiles.
Great and mighty they were,
My forefathers, who once matched the Nkporo sand to the south south for war.
Defeated and conquered the Iboms.
Now i matched them as i walked ,
The soil i matched were my forefathers
Death had feasted on them and they turn to mud which i match.Ages past, my forefathers know not matches but they made fire,
Healthy were they in their little world of hope.
Now they are gone, wisdom gone.
Sickness hastened by as good health escape
Centuries passed by when i"ve seen my forefathers last.