Long And life Poems
Long And life Poems. Below are the most popular long And life by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long And life poems by poem length and keyword.
FLYING
Before I ever thought of age
I dreamed of running through the woods
And lifting my feet from the ground and flying.
Only a few inches up, not over trees.
But yard after yard, gliding into Spring
And never falling.
College came, soon in the Fall.
It was the time. I was of age.
Still I would look to the Spring
For trips back to my youth filled woods
And climbing mountains full of trees
I would again dream of flying.
A wife and children, how time flies
Year after year from Springs to Falls.
I taught the kids about the trees
Still young enough and at the age
When mystery still lived in woods
And life was always almost Spring.
We bought a cabin near a spring
I taught the kids to fish with flies
The sun sneaked through soft pine woods
And lit up everything where it fell.
Oh, those were the days, that was the age
When all we needed for friends were trees.
I gaze out through the glass .High over trees.
Ten stories up above an outdoor’s Spring.
Jobs are hard in this new age.
But still I dream of flying.
I will retire in the Fall
To mountains and familiar woods.
They are all gone. I’m in the woods
Surrounded by familiar trees.
The cabin sulks in shades of Fall
Afraid there may not be a Spring.
Or dreams of flying
At my age.
The woods will still be there in Spring.
The trees will bloom. The new birds fly.
And someone else will look to Fall and flying through the ages.
God
I come, oh! I come yes, yeah, Lord
I come before you alone
I come, I come
Oh! I come before you alone
And the only thing I bring is my soul, my soul
Oh! God I come, i come before you alone
I come before you alone, Lord I come
And I left my sins on the ground
Where they belong
All my self-righteousness all my neglects
All my sins from past, present and now
They're all lost and not found
I was weak I am forgiven i'm washed by the blood of the Lamb
So now I am born again or God so I can I come
I come I come I come before you alone
I come I come I come before you alone knowing
I died in the flesh but now I'm alive and I'm a witness Oh! I come, I come before you alone
This is what I do oh, God tell me that you love me too
I come, I come, I come before you alone
Placing my heart and life on your throne
Oh! God I come before you alone
Oh! God allow me to kneel down before the you at your throne
I want to go, I want to go, I want to go home
Oh! God where the streets are paved of gold
So this is why I come, I come, I come before you reborn
I'm your child Lord God and I come before you alone
I come
I come, I come
I come before you alone
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr
Dedicated to all the PoetrySoup poets & poetess New and Old
Write on
Satan said I am a sinner, a rebellious individual
God also accuses me of sins. But who is not that?
I just think God and Satan aren’t right. Yes, yes
They know humans are not saints. Only mortals
Why were we created for mortals? For sinners?
God created us straight away for guilty mortals
God created angels and saints. For innocents!
Of course. Hmm. Creations made the differences
Could this be discrimination? Hmm. This is fate
Okay. The individual got a life, but some of…
You can see the word, the life. Oh, life is a teacher
You're given special life. Say thanks to the creator
You can enjoy your life in the alleys among rats
You can feel an enjoyable life in an ultra city, like Dubai
Your life is incredible, amazing. Say thank you to God
Okay, I know the answers. Hindu yogis will say “karma!”
I will answer this: “There was no difference between,
Between Cain and Abel.” God made it, and for sinner Cain
The question is, why? Answer: Test. And start the process
The life and history of humanity. Yes. I feel life for a theatre
For a very difficult planned and unplanned system. It’s that
We are here because the big builder of the world needs us
To create his art, he draws on new eras, ages, and civilizations
Hmm, so we are colleagues of the creator in his company
God created the universe and all the living creatures, and
And human. Because God was lonely alone. Hmm. Yes
We can’t live without God. God can create without us
“God can create without humans, but he won't give love.
I mean the mind to understand his great work and life.
He gives you a mind, like god’s, to create, enjoy his life.”
“Satan, I understand your explanation, but what about suffering?”
“Suffering, suffering… Do you know what that is? Demon Vilmos.
Suffering is only an answer, a sign of a present of your life.”
“Really?! Then why turned my love into panic, fear, and pain?”
“Oh, that English lady from the train. Forget, past, illusion.
Way is given, follow the path. You are a builder of the plan!”
“Hmm, you look like a despotic conservative teacher.”
“Oh, really? Just remember, please, what your religion teacher said.
He said: Who are you?! Do you want to tell God what to do?!! He is the boss!
Not you!!!”
“The world is full of bosses,” I noted
“There is only one.” Said Satan
One day I will speak to you,
I’ll tell you contents of my heart,
I will tell you how I long for you.
I will speak my thoughts plain and flat.
I will gather the courage to be real,
and shape my wish into words of truth.
Your smile will be my sunrise feel,
your eyes the stars shiny and smooth.
I will tell you how each passing day
Etches you across my thoughts’ scroll.
I will let gentle winds of love to sway
With my voice to your waiting soul.
One day, beneath a sky of promise,
I will confess my love to you,
and ask if you will walk beside me,
from this moment into forever.
Just one day under the scorching sun,
I will face you eyeball to eyeball
Hand you my life to conquer and run
Just if you will heed to my call
And if you say yes to me that day
My name and belongings will be yours
I will give my heart and life away
In those trusted hands of yours
(Dedicated to JN.)
I hope you enjoy my book sometime " Beauteous Be Poesy" my publisher is Trafford Publishing 888-232-4444 the book can be ordered through the publisher
or I can be reached at 315-542-1439
Troubled waters - in my eyes
The rolling caps of those treacherous waves
Like a victim - to the dark black clouds
The thunder - and thus lightening strikes
Bewildered - each day one only tries
One comes to shore - one only concludes
That in those dark clouds may you see light
In the tunnel - and may I wake each day
To an aura of sunshine in my way
And may the sun then warmth my soul
In turn - seeing myself - I am whole
I walked those roads mile after mile
And climbed mountains also to the peak
Crossed bridges even in my mind
Yet what I see - what I then find
Happiness so difficult to partake
And each morning then that I wake
Shall I smell the roses as if to say
That life dreary it be, I want the bouquet
And I pick the petals - I cherish the thought
That's still so true, love can really never be bought
that those special little things mean the most
But I perceive - you love the storm
And I prefer the sun so ever warm
Two peas in a pod? no not true indeed
I cultivate and destroy the weed
Lifting spirits - to brighten my day
The lightening strikes all of our lives
But unless you look for the gift I see
That the sun ! I ponder the sunlight
Mesmerized by the beauteous radiant rays
And life can be treasured in several ways.
we watch the sun falling and the sky changing and shifting
the pinks, blues and mauve's mingling ... the red sun plunging
and we kiss until my world is spinning and twirling out of control
and I know my future and your future has changed forever
and life can never to be the same- for you are my true love now
my heart and my destiny, my always from this moment on
_________________
June 7, 2021
Poetry/Verse/changing and shifting
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1361-891-07
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem No. 5
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 06/09/2021
Still Remember
But the time is far, so far, the memories are still alive
Alive, alive…
And alive…
Walking in the field, touch all the bushes, feel the life
Life, life…
And life…
You are far, so far, the past is unrecognised, my style
Style, style…
And style…
Still remember, my love, you
Between days, months, years
Everywhere, lands and cities
Wherever I am walking, you are there
Yeah, I see you
You are there
In my room, in my workplace, in the park, on the street
In my dark, in my shadow
The patinated light
The black angel
Oh, yes!
In a demonic life
I love you
It’s my life
Love you
Remembered
Vilmos
Demon
For your
Life
Still
Remember
I sit in awe as I see a place just over the horizon where love last forever and is truly unconditional,
Where money has no meaning,
Where paradise is an afterthought and life has no conscious end.
This is a dwelling where family does not ever split apart,
Where abuse and violence never had a start,
Where racism is something no one knew the definition to,
Where even though there were millions around all I really saw was you.
This is a home where adultery never entered,
Where five fingers never wanted anything discounted,
Where ten fingers never had red hands stained,
Where there was no need for hospitals, jails, or coffins.
This is literally heaven on earth,
Where all is well and the unthinkable comes true every second,
Where I look around and see nothing but angels,
Where sleep is never needed,
Where a person is just a person,
Where you never have to stop dreaming…
P.S. the island of my fantasy
6/9/16
Order of creation. And Light was.) and from darkness separate'
God created the globe..' No other can lay claim to that state.!
Though satan continually tries, in covetousness and by lies
A squatter only, I hear he has sold leaseholds that some vip's hold.?
Or so they lay claim to be.? Negative World Opression
Is their occupation and... Profession.? Experts only of
Gloom, with which the Airways have been heavily strewn.)
Prince of the air.. Yes you.' Your time foretold ,
deciever of the
Young and older, narrative superlative blustering of health while
Detractor of the ernest helpers, amasser of some wealth.And
Freedom deniers also( you stand naked.'sad liars ) reality to
See was given to me.) you who were and is and yet are
Not..! Not a doctor professor nurse or even jester.!
Keep your gloom keep your fear its not welcome here.'
Not where even temporal reality stands' I'm calling
You out on poetry soup; and all other ethernet lands.'
Written: March 2024 for Guess Who Contest by: Margarita Lillico
__________________________________________
Among the African plains, a man stood tall.
His spirit was unwavering—his bravery never fall.
He was a strong advocate for justice and rights.
The impact he left still brightens the night.
A spirit shone brightly in a world rife with strife,
He proved the power of love and the strength of life.
With every breath, with each stride.
He taught us truths and encouraged pride.
A monument to his life—his words guide
To fight for what's right and never hide.
His legacy remains in every soul.
His soul lights the fuse, fixing broken whole.
His legacy lives on in young and elderly hearts.
His influence will endure via the tales in all parts
So, let's follow his lead and walk in his path.
We can all benefit from his historic wrath.
Hold onto his words and never forget.
Let's carry his torch and beam his target.
We are inspired by his lasting impact and life.
From custody to the presidency, his path strife.