Long Cluster Poems
Long Cluster Poems. Below are the most popular long Cluster by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Cluster poems by poem length and keyword.
Tsiolkovsky once said the earth was our cradle,
but one must leave their cradle someday.
Our race has long since mastered the stars.
To think we once thought we were slower than light!
Numberless planets, they are our home now.
Yet I see her there: the land of my fathers.
A blue ribbon winding ‘round a bland yellow star.
In a quiet corner of the Milky Way.
In a regular cluster of galaxies.
In a nondescript place in this universe.
Just one collection of collated stardust.
A watery wealth in the desert of space.
So bright, so beautiful, so lonely, so tender—
So many ways there are to end her!
I’ve never set foot on the soil of the place,
where civilization began.
Such a strange feeling flows from my heart!
Our story could have begun anywhere.
But it began there, on that small blue sphere,
we’ll call it our home evermore.
6 May 2016
in the morning when i wake and when the sun starts to shine.
and on that stretch of road that leads to work you're always on my mind.
i think of you when im at work cause it helps speed up the time.
and being away from you for so long seems like such a crime.
if loving you is wrong then i dont want to be right.
becuase holding you so close to me feels so good at night.
if i could freeze a moment it would be when i look into your eyes.
because its like looking into a universe as vast as the open skies.
white represents the sillouettes of the formations in the clouds.
and then theres baby blue just like the sky above me now.
as i look deeper into your eyes its like glancing from a far.
the shine in your pupil looks like a cluster of shiny stars.
if i look a little deeper im sure that i'll see heaven too.
but why would i search for heaven when heaven is in you
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
Bounce up, sun,
Golden hour's begun;
Bouncy, bouncy hot!
Bounce up, boy,
In childish joy.
Bounce your blue ball,
Against the green wall.
Bouncy, bouncy boy!
Bounce up, girl,
Teeth like a pearl,
Bounce red balloon,
Within the month of June;
Bouncy, bouncy balls!
Fun circus clown,
Juggles 'til sundown.
Happy, bouncy clown!
Bounce up, blue moon,
Night plays your tune;
Bouncy, blue moon!
Bounce up, Mars,
Among so many stars,
Bouncy, bouncy balls!
Bounce, Milky Way,
Through space so gay,
Huge, bouncy ball!
Bounce, galactic cluster,
In beauty and luster,
Bouncy, bouncy balls!
Bounce up, black hole,
A diamond in your soul;
Bouncy, black hole!
Bounce up, nebula,
In your spectral aura-
Exotic, bouncy nebula!
Bounce up, multiverse,
Of countless universe-
Bouncy, bouncy balls!
Pretty balls!
Vivid balls!
Golden balls!
Red balls!
White balls!
Blue balls!
Black balls!
Delightful bouncy balls!
The free-flowing stream of life has dead-ended into backwater brine.
A mundane gray and burrs of cynicism, replacing wonder and smiles.
Suddenly, things seem heavily scripted and sprinkled with saccharine.
A feeling of slow suffocation and being boxed in.
When they smile, they smile with greasy plastic lips.
Whatever happened to sharing the gentler side of hearts
,, giving without glory and the rosy art of forgiveness.
We've been placed on the side of a rain-soaked cliff.
The trumpets and horses are drawing in, shaking the red earth.
A,I. sirens are humming from an Orwellian flavor of blackness.
They used to call survivalists and preppers madmen,
I think they're closer to seers and visionaries instead.
As we speak, the elite weave vast underground cities.
For decades, they've drained lakes and stripped rain forests to feed them.
I'm guilty of looking at life with rose colored eyes
Far behind in practicality and preparedness.
I've read some books on solar power and non-perishables.
Homemade water purifiers and air scrubbers confuse me to no end.
I can hang drywall and change oil and drive a nail.
But for the most part, it's all beyond me.
Grandma once taught me some things about canning and weaving
I didn't take her seriously; I was too caught up in the free flow of living.
She was a seer of sorts and smiled often but never with plastic lips.
I'm glad she's not around to see the final scene of this plastic script.
I do have a cluster of years behind me.
There's an odd comfort in knowing I've been gifted the opportunity to sip
from the free-flowing stream of life...just before the plastic serpent slithered in.
The tempest in a teapot,
sits there as it may,
though it bothers none,
that is bothersome,
though bother surely begot.
The tempest in a teapot,
sits there and bestilled,
control the free will,
is absolute nil,
but left alone it was naught.
A cluster of clucking hens,
tempts teapot defends,
foxes from their dens,
rounds bout like loose ends,
This court teapot it depends.
So tempest in a teapot,
neither cold nor hot,
what does one use you,
if you are naught true,
teapot through and through, begot.
Still answers naught my teapot,
... teapot you are naught,
on the contrary,
my temporary,
tempest through and through begot,
From over here, my teapot,
you can see better,
they call themselves stars,
from right where you are,
stars, and you--teapot you're naught.
Diamond high up in the sky
shines bright, naught know why,
craft gift, can't deny,
nor jinx goes awry
this conundrum, our black eye.
So tempest then, here again,
why do you remain,
you chose naught to leave,
nor opts just to be,
a tempest, teapot, but vain.
I am that I am, and I
know who I am, --(speak)
my abilities ...,
--(go on, we're listening,)
chaos and mayhem, ... my friend!
Oh, tempest in a teapot,
whate'er do you mean?
[Tempest speaks to those in shadows] You in shadiness ...,
INSTINCTS digresses?
[background howling chaos caused clucking mayhem]
*DEVOIR, --tempest in teapot.
*DEVOIR: performance of one's duty
Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce
In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain
Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton
Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows
2020
6th December
- sickness caresser -
Written for Contest 'Faith Healer'
Sponsor:
Kai Michael Neumann
On a beautiful afternoon, crisp and sunny, I set out on a trek to the nearby woods. Except my camera, intentionally picked up, I hadn’t carried with me any other goods. All along, I saw wild flowers and strange herbs and paused to take pictures, but kept moving. No doubt, it was a rewarding experience. The lure of the unknown seemed bewitching. From the cluster of flowers on a sprawling tree, the wind wafted a rare exotic smell which I inhaled to my heart’s content. All along, I heard the twitter of chirping sparrows and some other birds and could spot large squirrels with striped designs and bushy tails. Proceeding further, heard a gurgling sound. It must be a small cataract, I did suppose. My guess was right. It fell off a rock and ran into a stream with murmur enough to lull one to sweet repose. The whistle of a quail fell in my ears and the rhythm of the tapping of a wood pecker and the creaking of dry leaves under my feet…all familiar sounds to any forest trekker! Feeling happy over my progress without a hitch, listening to the soft cajoling of birds and the confused drone of honey bees, I walked playfully stamping on the weeds.
woodland paths unwind
bringing multi scenes in row~
joy to heart and soul
By the time I reached half my way, the forest fell into darkness much
earlier to sunset. It shattered my peace and blotted out my sight, that I started running wild feeling violently upset. I knew I had strayed off the accustomed path, saw the dark sky above and heard a foreboding owl’s hoot. My path was severely obstructed by a tangle of creepers. I felt so puzzled that I could hear the loud thump of my heart. Under a thicket, covered with brambles, I saw a sudden movement as that of a beast and was afraid to look over my shoulders. My teeth chattered and my knees smote. I swooned unable to think or act, hear or see. For how long I lay there in a trance, not sure. When I woke, I saw myself lying at the foot of a tree. To my great relief, I saw the sun beams filtering down and an orange tint streaming across the foggy sky. I couldn’t say if I saw heaven or hell. Better to say, I experienced both.
unexpected turns,
life takes, landing us in angst~
yet, add to our strength
Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
June conspires
Sun and rain and wind;
Equatorial somnolence
Ways and means
Cluster of conflicts;
Confront life's business
Down winding roads
Cityscapes retreat;
Highrise dwellings clutter
Bus ride to nowhere
New estates emerge;
Road map carbon copy
News flash and highlights
Routine monotony presides;
Celebrate gratitude then
Order in sure fashion
Odd ball roller coaster;
Jolly simplicity
Next year's birthday thoughts:
Celebrate 50 years --
City-state nation
Forged from uncertainty
Precarious transit pains;
Here we are now
Ageing population
New age crisis;
Opportune reminders
The years have been kind
To one and all here;
Confront crises head-on
No need for complaints
There is only one way;
Move forward always
Attitude counts
Work on your gripes;
Excellence takes effort
All in due time
Evidence speaks sharp;
Discern lessons well
Talk feels empty
Do it with aplomb;
Results surmount obstacles
We start, we end --
Let gratitude mindset
Frame sure attitude
Despite constraints
We get along;
Common courtesy works
There is no other place
Beyond our fringes;
Here ample lots farm
A cityscape where
We co-mingle, interact;
Live a common agenda
Home is where
Heart lives sure spark;
Touch weaves new songs
Leon Enriquez
04 June 2014
Singapore