Long Chica Poems

Long Chica Poems. Below are the most popular long Chica by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Chica poems by poem length and keyword.


Livia Speaks To the People

Lucius,Livia, Aurelius
Commodus,
Chica de Silva
InPlautus, Meretrix
Drusilla.

Days were they stood proud
speaking of days gone by
talking in laugages few
understood
which Meadows aren't Casears
Since all beneath the sun is God's
and every tounge that worships
does so from the blessings of
Casears
they speak to be there understood
there tougnes are words
Familiar to those study them
who so ever hearest the voices
Must praise Casears
they must speak of the
glorious workings of God
All beneath heaven shall
speak of Casears as the only
God.
Such commandeth Casear!
Hail Casear! Hail Casear!

Hey watermelon how you doing
We're your seeds
What them people doing
Ain't got no ripe
But the melons fresh
Past the salt
Study your test
Contest the seeds
If you dare
Wipe up the floor
Act like you care
Form: Ballad


Olas De La Vida Waves of Life

En  mar sin olas,
          sin peces,
          sin mareas,
         la vida no tiene riesgo,
         pero no tiene aventura...
         No és por lo tanto vida...
         En caminos
          sin ventura,
          sin alegria,
          sin sueños... puede que no tenga
          dolor ni amargura,
          pero continua no siendo vida...
          Sin todo lo que hace vida,
           sin nada que vibra, la vida
           és una ola chica, pero
           no és la jornada,
            no és verdadera
               vida... !

           WAVES OF LIFE

          In sea without waves,
           without fish,
           without tides,
          life has no risk,
          but he has no adventure ...
          It is therefore not life ...
          On roads
           without luck,
           mirthless,
           dreamless ... may not have
           pain or bitterness,
           but it is still not life ...
           Without everything that makes life
            with nothing that vibrates, life
            it's a  small wave , but
            it is not the journey,
             it's not true
                lifetime... !

The Insignificance of Man

Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder

doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst

rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing

materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast

broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded

beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood 
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck

shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise

crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred

crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized

condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup

chic chica chick 
cigerette chewing 
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business

before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race

no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!

I Do Not Drink From An Others Bottle

Ya no lo niego I love you
With all my soul, en me corazon
Love songs sang your tone
But, it’s been some time
I erased you from my phone
Wiped the computer clean of you
Yet, en las noches mis suenos son de ti
I hear memories of sweet melodies

I won’t deny my soul tie
in acceptance I’m released
From pretending there was no pain
Maybe its better this way
Why should you stay

Been years now what you’ve been up too
I smile  solo en el Mundo
Te tenia que eliminar
El dolar muy profundo
Esa botella no lo puedo tomar

I can’t tear you from my veins
All those wasted years
Imagine that you were for life
So I took all memories 
Cut you loose
I wish you well from the noose

I won’t deny my soul tie
in acceptance I’m released
From pretending there was no pain
Maybe its better this way
Why should you stay

Fighting my war my sin
Dreams and thoughts none comprehend
If you find me again 
I’ll be kicking rocks
Living life’s hard knocks
Your departure made me strong
And your presence a fading song

Si encuentro alguna chica solo dios sabe
Si no encuentro alguna chica solo dios

No estoy solo 
I’m not alone

And I will never drink from the bottle of another man’s beer
Much better to walk away without tears
Form: ABC

What do you call it

what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your mami’s voice still echoes
out the third-floor window?
what do you call it
when the block party DJ drops salsa
into hip-hop and the boys battle
for bragging rights and your heart,
but you know better —
you know your name is more
than chica, more than spice,
more than a rumor shouted
through the summer fire hydrant spray?
what do you call it —
this Nuyorican pulse
that hums in the cracks
of Harlem sidewalks,
beats its drum in your ribs,
and dares every deferred dream
to dance, anyway?
what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your mami’s voice still echoes
out the third-floor window?
what do you call it
when the block party DJ drops salsa
into hip-hop and the boys battle
for bragging rights and your heart,
but you know better —
you know your name is more
than chica, more than spice,
more than a rumor shouted
through the summer fire hydrant spray?
what do you call it —
this Nuyorican pulse
that hums in the cracks
of Harlem sidewalks,
beats its drum in your ribs,
and dares every deferred dream
to dance, anyway?


Premium Member Anna and the French Kiss Spanish Verse

Anna and the French Kiss
Spanish Verse



Anna et le BAISER FRANÇAIS
¡¡Ah!! Ooh la-la mi señora
Wee-wee ah,
 niña, ¿dirás nosotros?
 Pez lengua
 Un deseo profundo
 una dicha preferida pegajosa concisa
 Combinando esta lengua luchan lenguas
 Tocando salivate Bliss llegando dulces y suculentos labios
 Beso
amor extenso amoroso el uno por el otro
 Amore, bella Anna me gustas tanto
 Podría comerte
 Mientras salivo de 500 a 1,000 razones diferentes ¿Por qué?
 ¿Por qué deberíamos intercambiar escupir?
Oh, la la
Y a la luz del día bajo el sol
 Y mientras la sombra de la luna resplandeciente rehuye
 Nos besamos francés
Chupando cara
 Íntimo apasionado
 Oh, Anna es un dilema
 Como una boca en la pajita
 Nos retiramos
 Penetrando tanta prisa
 Lengua besos tentadora
 expresando pasión erótica
 Anna Dopamina,
 ¡Oh! Anna Endorfinas,
 ¡Oh! Anna Oxitocina, ¡ahh! ¡Oh!
VEN AQUÍ CHICA porque no quieres perderte
 este beso francés
¡No tienes que hablar "ooh la la"! Wee-wee, niña.
Anna tu sabes mi mas cariñoso deseo mi glorioso deseo
 ¿Es que vienes aquí, chica, ven mi amor, vamos a besarnos?

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace