Long Affinity Poems
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I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.
An unparalleled passion for writing, had for quite long been the motivation,
Behind novels which captured hearts, like pink clouds, drifting in formation.
My office desk faced the picture window, near the border of riotous blooms;
And sunny views enriched often eager eyes, owing to birds of many plumes.
Friends were a forever force in my life, like the natural floods of floundering,
Or as sun and moon meet in an eclipse, darkening heyday, with no warning.
Fairy-like forests, and fields of colored flowers, flamed with furious abandon,
Frequently, as fulgent family found one, to dazzle brighter than amber sun!
I lived in the house of mist mysteries, in haze shrouded, mighty mountains;
And each cherry dawn doled surprises, like roving redbirds in the thousands.
So sleepy in sun-drenched summer, my silent street was stained with hues,
In new modern, stylish, songbird days, like a gold treasure you cannot lose.
Neighbors would navigate narcissistic night, bearing an apple pie, or a joke;
Sharing fun and noisy laughter, like a blue undersea volcano, magma awoke.
Birds swept peaks of sculpted, stunning mountains, in the hot, daisy season,
And sky and the earth merged twice a day, in affinity hues of love cohesion.
The naked man orchid shivered with breezes, like quivery trees of November,
And Johnny Jump Up puckered at lemon sun, like a sour taste remembered.
In a sapphire sea near the mountains, a friend and I set out sailing one day,
As a youth follows wildest, golden dreams. Yet, heavy fog descended to stay.
Were we heading for wide open water, or drifting to shores of purple flowers?
That danger held a lovely mystery, like adventure during the nighttime hours.
Hour after rosy hour, we were drifting blind. Our motor had long since died;
Like green butterflies, questing for hours, in a place pink daisies lately cried.
We were afraid of being lost forever, so Pearl and I joined hands and prayed,
Also praying for our downhearted families, if fate's hand would not be stayed.
After many anxious, vagrant moments, a foghorn sounded, loud and so near;
Our desperate prayers were answered, by the voice of our Savior, very dear!
How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue.
I was four when it was built, an age when innocence
turns river water and all that lives within to blood.
First birthdays and first dances fortify the mantel.
This home transports milestones, our own vessel
to move us from sidewalk chalk to the attempt to outrun
the stagnancy found only in the debilitation of the long run.
At seven, I held him in my arms and love upon my tongue.
Promises danced on my lips and ran rampant on my vessels.
College funds started in a baby bottle, tiny wishes held in a cent.
I remember grappling with his growth, attempting to mantle
the affinity we pinky promised deep into our own blood.
At twelve, my father taught me to dance in the blood
and glass on the hardwood. Still, I watch his fingers run
to sow flowers in my mother's hair, her back, mantling,
the image of infatuation, true love, in our minds. A tongue
of tenderness has our childlike innocence
giggling and shouting at the inamoratas and the vessel
of devotion in which each of us was vesselled
into this life. Each of us was born in the fervor of blood,
so sweet. My mother threaded honey, burned incense,
and chewed lemon slices whole to hold us near. She ran
baths of salts and oils, to cleanse the ever growing tongue
of infernos that caressed, more captivated, our mantel
of consciousness. For many years, we tied sheets to mantels.
With pillows and blankets, we’d build ourselves a vessel
to a land of fairies and warriors who shared the same tongue.
Pool noodles became swords. Here we spilled blood,
convincing ourselves if we were to sprint, leap, run
fast enough we too could fly amongst the rest, innocent
to the world around us. At nineteen, I watch the innocence
leave our home. Adolescent memories that kiss the mantel
turn to sharp licks in the wild fire that is running
through the bones of our sweltering home, the vessel
of affinities, dances, compassion, imagination, and the blood
that connects it all, now lapped up with tongues,
too heavy for the innocent, a cancerous burn in our vessels.
The mantle of snow is no relief to the flames that drip like blood.
And still, we do not run, we wait for the final lick of a mother's tongue.
Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination
Consider the following
dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic,
idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic,
narcissistic, opportunistic,
poetic, quixotic, rhapsodistic,
scholastic, transformistic,
universalistic agglomeration
as an abbreviation
overactive imagination
wrought demonic manifestation
unaware reading dictionary
could engender garrison housing
Century 21 ghostly conjuration
paranormal shenanigans this
Lake Wobegon resident
grudgingly attests perturbation
disembodied spirit betook
(analogous to Casper
the friendly ghost)
"FAKE" spooky introduction
primarily cause ethereal
phantom of the opera mine
diaphanous doppelganger actualization
forcing agonizing confrontation
blindly highlighting spectacular illumination
constituting undeniable declaration,
whereby stagnant existence
aligned stark juxtaposition
courtesy faux charade, escapade, facade...,
gimcrackery literary affectation
yielded (still does) negation
to befriend prospective logophile,
essentially begetting immediate amputation
as posited a posteriori said acquisition
regarding, kneading, experiencing...
inclusiveness feeling reviled discrimination
foisted linkedin with nonestablishmentarian
progressive, liberal, agnostic Unitarian
paradigm upbringing birth parents
decreed ideal articulation
to foster independent cogitation
among yours truly, and his two sisters,
at one time felt veneration
marble lustrous bead
felt towards (guess who) second born
only brother gifted with affliction
diagnosed recent as
schizoid personality disorder,
a mental health condition,
whereat emotional affinity
toward kin folk sundered
buzzfeeding self cannibalization
predicated on inchoate
in utero causation
insync with adaptation
(actually Putin on Ritz key conspiracy
incorporating Russian collusion)
in tandem with basket of deplorables
little rock and rolling
witnesses regeneration
frothy heady windblown
dyed in wool Taj Mahal size
pompadour toupee coronation
ego freezing troll defies decapitation
barley bubbling within hopscotching
mucky swamp characterization
capital hillbilly Phoenix
resembling archeopteryx alights
shrill screeching, digging lame talons
into trumpeting paunchy underbelly.
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE ONE,
without this strong camaraderie we would fail-
For we shall show amity until eternity is done,
and through all adversity we shall prevail.
You shall show me empathy I shall show devotion,
there’s nothing as persistent as our deep emotion.
When Karen died I knew how you struggled so severe,
because I too wanted to stop breathing with you-
But even though your pain was harsh you’ve been here,
for you have given me yellow, taken away my blue.
Now together we are powerful as the Lord above,
and it has all been warranted by the gift of love.
The only thing that sets us apart is that we live afar,
but close together in what matter the most in life-
You told me to look above and wish upon our star,
hope with all my might it would take away my strife.
For there is nothing as beautiful as your benevolence,
as I talk to you on the phone and feel your essence.
You helped raise me and took me under your wing,
I was in my youth, you felt responsible for me-
Now when we’re together I hear the angels sing,
and we shall shower each other in acute intimacy.
The oceans aren’t deep enough, mount isn’t high,
because without you I wouldn’t have learned to fly.
Nothing compares to our penetrating affection,
as heavy as life can get, you carry my load-
We share a bond, a cunning sisterly connection,
and through our children our warm tale shall be told.
It is one of great ability to show true solidarity,
peace inside our gentle souls of concord affinity.
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE LINKED,
an entirety of forgiveness when we need atonement-
For you are here for me before I could have blinked,
making special memories and living in the moment.
Unmatchable we are friendship and love combined,
for separate we are two, though we share one mind.
*Dedicated to my beautiful sister Jennifer. We have lost
a sister, yet without each other wouldn't have been
able to make it through. She is my mate to my soul.*
Together We Are Strong Contest
Silent One
March 11, 2018
I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...
Asper daily expounding fostering
inchoate manifesting mod
er writ writing quality,
solitary scrimmage tackling
undertaking, yielding whir
ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and
buzz-feeding at competitive, communal
crowed did metaphorical trough,
where household named author's
top New York Times best seller
tier, overshadowing under
rated genre bending, breakout aspiring,
story board qualifying,
opportunistic newbie man
use script artful dodgers
mere dust collecting drafts,
anticipating to stir infectious interest
incumbent - at mercy,
tripwire activating quint
essential key, which anchors print
ting projected uncertain
popularity first edition,
awakening, guiding, nosing
asymptote analogy steering
reader toward nascent
scribe, where paper
back writer wannabe,
toils away incorporating subtle
(hook, line and sinker) techniques,
(albeit apropos literary
ploys, a true test tum ment,
viz sophisticated gambits
to massage late tint
prestidigitation abra ca dab rah,
sine non qua cogent
see kant, and tangent triggers
modest mien fortified, exemplified,
and downplayed akin
to unassuming Clark Kent
in his cape ably nonchalant
transformation into superman,
and/or more pointedly,
some original heft leant
to set apart striking
poignant implement
exhibited by aspiring
writer daily revising,
albeit gal or gent
his/her uniquely obscure
trademark, but
eventually keen agent
assays non-boastful writing style
im prim mature print,
sans unassuming swiftly tailored
harried style seduces seek
curing sincere overnight reverent,
well deserved kudos
comically marveling
at thee most im portent
salient strengths, per
hops hue moored opulent
quality instigates
affinity toward nascent,
bar riddle be, bill leading,
bud ding scrivener,
not necessary alluding
to a hypothetical outlier
thus, any similarity between the
above statement and
a living person perchance named
Matthew Scott Harris
purely coincidental.
love words
philanthropic sweethearts
adoration fascination cherish affectionate
integrity beloved affinity honesty
warm benevolent honey
dear agape gaze
God luv zeal
bless
amor
ardor
warmth
fondness
boyfriend
soulmates
caring giving
hugs married
fond of favorite
passion devotion
romantic beautiful
affinity dearest trust
amoureux faithfulness
lovingkindness beautiful
husband and wife intimacy
lover unconditional oneness
girlfriend sentiments happiness
eros Phileo affinity togetherness
adore fondness blessings intimacy
valentine faith sacrifice amour honor
written 22 Aug 2020
Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover
Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other
We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother
Notice the bloom of time,
come rain ... come sunshine
First eclipse dawn —
tyranny tares grew with the
the golden amber grain —
The face of nightshade oppression
had a dark tone
Steel magnolias was the fetter fragrance
of the pyramid rule chain
Pharaohs, (of no melanin discretion)
who wore the ornamental godhead,
sat atop the pinnacle
While the slaves were downtrodden fed
at the bottom below
Their crowning achievement
was to erect great tombs
But papyrus thieves in the temple
stole the toil of the ruins
Skin for skin,
this is a-fertile sowing season true
Each summer solstice empire
passes into autumnal decline view
Every bird has its own color
And the length of each wingspan
differs from one another
Take an umbilical hover,
acceptance flight
To the spectrum birthright
of each diverse other
We are all one,
tho’ tear delivered
joyously from a different womb mother
Notice the migration of time
come swaddle skybound ... come burial ground
Last obscure sunset
was the Legion silo bane talon —
The thorny wrinkles of oppression
had a pale monotone
Caesars, (of no pigment distinction)
who wore the prickly spiked laurel bled,
sat atop the carrier chariot
While the plebs were commercial shackle led
to the amphitheater above
Their crowning achievement
was to deify great destructive bombs
As scrip crooks in the palace
pilfered the taxable gift of the palms
Skin for skin ~ Epidermal blend,
this is birds of prey a-nesting season true
Autumn equinox tech empires
passed into cold war, nuclear winter view
The nature of wisdom
teaches cross-pollination pure acceptance love:
Tho’ each fruit has its own color
Why then, doth this root of affinity divides us?
This is crystal clear!
Yet, what is the color of water,
of which thee Mist of Life doth bring?
It is snowflake known —
Tears of repentance
is from whence salvation doth spring
When you get your sabbatical leave,
it endow me heal....
I shine like pearl with maunder in galore......
You are as precious for me as Coral is precious for the diver.
You are my desire;
make my heart light on fire....
I always thy admire.
When I see you I feel pleasure......
it seems......you are my life's treasure.
In your love I feel lots of pain.......
but your glimpse from my porch and pane makes me insane.......
My heart of love towards thy is divine;
This is the true love......which in words I can't define.....
You're the only person I'd want by my side.
I chortle with thy smile, eyes,laugh,warmth,existence,and voice......
It is unforgettable to forget your smile;
I always wear your given smile.....
Your absence makes me demise.....
Your gaze makes me melt.
Your presence make my day;
Your one sight make my day bright......
I know you never betray.......
but I know one day we would be tear away.....
but it is truth that without you I always be stray.....
It's very intricate to delude thy souvenir......
I just want your shelter.......
Without you all heavenly things are insipid;
Thine affinity make me thee aficionado.
Let's go there.........where there is no one.....
only you and I ........and together we are one......
After your departure I find;
I lost the world which was mine......
You are my soul voice.....
I call upon you twice, thrice and many more times.......
I don't want your dime but all of your time.....
I'm in thy fascination;
but can't make it as my confession.
Depth heart's love lasts to an eternity......
true love knocks down the wall of difficulty.....
but it never fails, never dies , never gets down and will go on for life.
Neither break up nor patch up;
there is something which is melodious.......
my eyes open and closes to you;
myriad dreams just with you........
not only for what you are, but for what I am......
I brood over you million times......
I meditate and peruse only just you.
Thou only my;
Untill the eternity of my....
Untill the eternity of my.....
Untill the eternity of my......
Oh!! Your absence make me cry..............
Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean —
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity
I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet backorder
Which came with a limited scope range
death warranty: Multiple kill shot guaranteed
So pistol please, don’t fire scattered aspersions
at the sacred bear arms ground of innocent gunplay
Judgmental splattered tones
always try to open fire and spit spray fault
in a bullet hale of invective trigger rain
To cover misconstrued issues
over fresh, bystander corpse bloodstains
It’s just eulogy plain dirt wrong,
to give credence to indignant moans
berating innocent gunplay
I wish somebody six-feet above
could control
this outrageous, gun burst cry of
emotional criticism
Knee jerks got no ex-caliber love —
Glamorous magazine
affinity for kinetic pellets thereof
Bear arms pawns like me want more
Camelot night undertakers,
wearing grizzly gravedigger gloves
My only tear grievous cardinal sin,
(of fearful last rites)
was that I wasn’t gat blast packing
to give a gun battle fight
I was just good target practice
for some gun-toting holster devotee
Us untimely death mismatches
got smoking barrel burned
On this, we can collaterally all agree
That poor, inanimate weapon
was simply an unsuspecting vessel,
used in a grisly altar sacrifice
Ricochet oath bound
to help a hot metal head
exercise their inalienable right
to take a life
Don’t muzzle blame that clean weaponry please ...
or the washed Pilate hand
that calmly palm pulled the deadly squeeze
This is just the roulette wheel price
which every American Idle breathing body
gotta rolling barrel, lottery chance take
Winners get their engraved names
obit posted,
without any undue process
yellow tape delay
And this I must say
with deadly seriousness —
We of the speeding spherical fallen,
slain by the blessed cray cray ...
be fatal fatality souls
Those bullet-hailed as revered victims
of the hated, innocent gunplay
Georgie Porgie was a little overweight, since he loved tasty desserts,
Like puddings and baked pies; or green woods, full of robin concerts.
Georgie was ten years of age, possessing an impish sense of humor;
And played tricks on his classmates, involving frogs, it was rumored.
This sometimes left girls in tears, while boys wanted to thrash him!
But Georgie ran away, laughing, like violet blooms, of nature's whim.
As Georgie was only having fun, he gave those girls who cried, a kiss;
Like dazzling rainbow colors slip away, silent, before they are missed.
'Georgie Porgie, Puddin’ and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie ran away.'
Fetching flowers were fading fast, lying on motley beds, in cool fields;
As fall season was flourishing, with friends coming, for fun and meals.
Fireproof, fragrant summer flamed furiously, on fuchsia fourth of July;
When flying family rode fluffy, pink clouds, eyeing bluebirds going by!
Georgie lived in the house of huge moon, inescapable in the darkness;
And dreams arose in glittery, gold dust, when all roads were calmness.
Saucy, scarlet blooms wore polka dots, skillfully crafted by the sun days,
On his street of striped, petunia contrasts, following nature's wild ways.
Nonrenewable hours drifted by, noticed, midst noise of neon songbirds;
As new neighbors dropped in, casually, with the noted confetti of words.
Black orchids lent dark to noon, as 'King Kong' coleus terrorized towns;
And plum, 'persian shield' plants guarded, the hues of sunset drowned.
'Brazilian blue' cacti were melancholy, in affinity with the sapphire sky;
Like the crimson rose memory of fire, or red butterflies, of no goodbye.
Silvery years passed, with velvet tick tocks, as Georgie tired of pranks;
And he dreamt of being an engineer, like stars, the adoring planets flank.
Soon Georgie took girls out on dates, and they often ended with kisses,
Like dinnerplate dahlia days of delight, in many dyes of summer riches!
Georgie Porgie, Puddin’ and Pie,
Kissed the girls who no longer cried.