Long Distrustful Poems
Long Distrustful Poems. Below are the most popular long Distrustful by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Distrustful poems by poem length and keyword.
.. and these distrustful thighs
From this heart that shan't lie
Lips that shan't diss
Eyes that shan't blink
Hands that succumb will
Lord save me
From those things that tangle
Ones that dazzle
Like the moon it tussles
I do nothing but muffle
Make my body rumble
No choice but cuddle
For 30 shekels of silver
Or 100 agarot to ease her
Lord save me
Since you've made me
I was ok with my ribs getting aged
Lord save me
From this slippery hair,
On a sleepy head
which illuminates not
But we slumber thus
.. in cleavage that torments
She that ensnare
this apple that we ate
From that which was forbade
that I can't evade
Man is greed
This paradox he found
Lord save me
Paradise i lost, she I found
Where will I be hence?
Her tanks won't let me rest
Like paradise it tents
Now 'me awaits my comeuppance'
What is next..?
Banished to hell
Or what do you call earth?
Another chance they said
More sins or less?
My youth was too brief
and whenever I felt distraught,
I clutched my belief:
to give faith a defined worth;
free, but not truly liberated
as a wandering soul in exile:
reminding itself of how it inwardly bled
amid thoughts that knew no minimal dire!
Freedom has the dearest prize:
I either acclaim it with excitement,
or I lose it to that folly which destroys life;
nothing about incomprehension is an efficacious attempt
which enriches a rebellious mind full of rage and enmity,
but can I comprehend its enormity?
A disconsolate person is a wandering soul in exile,
lacking insight and enthusiasm: a self-evident liar
who's never warned of terrible consequences,
dispelling honor and truth, feeding on worthless pride:
to disassemble what was built with enormous sacrifices;
always distrustful, arrogant and unappreciative of uprightness,
pleasing in discord and disunity to satisfy an arrogant ego
without self-esteem to continually spread sorrow!
How can anyone fasten with chains a rightful spirit,
to enslave it and enforce a punitive silence?
The morning star is most beautiful before sunrise,
mortals are most admired when they inspire, captivate
and show endearment in their true and endless emotions:
to evoke their past liberties that time has left intact!
We're all seduced by beauty,
perennially tempted by greed.
Ashamed to be seen naked
literally and metaphorically speaking.
We're uncomfortable being closely
watched and studied.
Much like electricity, we choose
the path of least resistance
when presented with a daunting challenge.
We're all-disposed to change.
We worry more than we should
when we're concerned.
We avoid anything we fear;
reluctant to veer out of our comfort zones
We have a tendency to procrastinate
tasks we detest performing.
We cry when we feel emotional pain.
We fuss when things don't go our away.
We question things we don't understand;
recoil at things that horrify us.
Our brain is wired to take steps back
from danger, to be distrustful of strangers
We'll never stop craving more and more money
Why? It's quite simple. Human nature.
Date written: 06/08/2020
Distance may deny us delight and keep us apart,
didn't we believe in love from the very start?
Why is misery something we hate
when these lips won't ever kiss
and these arms won't ever embrace?
Why are we so miserable as lovers?
Don't we expect or deserve more
than anyone who has ever loved?
Are we two puppets that destiny
controls and wind up sleeping alone?
We have given up on reality,
we took what wasn't ours and cried;
haven't we lost all we had before?
Distance may deny us delight and keep us apart
but not the passion that's stronger than our wills;
distance may deny us delight and keep us apart...
scattering ashes too soon is burying hope alive,
believing in miracles is foolish, not too smart;
isn't folly and anger shown in sad and distrustful eyes?
Our dream was to stay together, not wishing goodbye!
Distance may deny us delight and keep us apart,
how can we not tell that it'll break us?
Distance may deny us delight and keep us apart...
can we still be faithful and avoid lies?
shouldn't we get rid of all vanity and useless pride?
Don't we deserve more
Feeling that pain
in my mind
In my heart
Hurting so bad
I’m falling apart
I gave it my all
put in a 100%
Can’t hate me a little
Can’t hate me a bit
Leave it alone
you’ve torn out my heart
scorched it to a crisp
Now where do I start
I saw it all before
With others I’ve known
Happiness to nightmares
Abated hearts torn
Right in front of my eyes
A disquieting loss known
A future irreconcilable
Discording with lies untold
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to do it
Can’t even describe
My hatred toward you
Watching you leave
I’m gonna explode
My dreams now gone
No more happy home
It doesn’t even matter
Everything we’ve built
Now it’s all shattered
Lost down this road
Gotta let off some steam
With life upside down
It’s time for me to move on
Thanks for the smiles
Thanks for the lies
Distance from your presence is what I need
Watching you leave
HARD DIFFICULT
TORCHED EMOTIONS
DISTRUSTFUL TEMPTATION
LASTING
MEMORIES
Gone
There's A Reason To Be Angry
We Make Each Other Mad
Someone Feeling Guilty,
Someone Feeling Sad
Inflicting Pain Upon Each Other
For One Another Bad.
Distrustful Accusations, Either of us lying
After Every Fight Are Fallen Tears
From One Another's Crying
Even After Promising
To Always keep On Trying
Our Differences, Our Disagreements
Only Seem To Multiply
Empty Promises And Apologies,
To Each Other Multiplying
I Know I Still Love You
I Don't Know If That Enough
Each Of Us Knowing, Leaving Will Be Tough
Soon The Day Will Come When We Both Give In
The day we both give up
For Each Other Our Needs Are Forgotten
Feelings We Put Last
Wishing For Our Days Together Happy In The Past
I'm Breaking You
You're Breaking Me
We Break Each Other's Heart
It is a thorny impossible situation. No one is talking, eyes are red, feelings are not being shared. No one knows who to trust. Whoever did this is either a friend or an enemy, and no one except the killer knows
which. We are moving around each other with distrustful glances, suspecting our best friends, our cousins, our coworkers. Hoping we are wrong. It is a trying time, and it does not dissipate for months. Death is bad, but murder is somehow worse. We are on autopilot, jumping at loud sounds, never fully the same.
Paralyzed by fear
Never fully fixable,
We suspect our friends
Written for Mick Talbot's Haibun Contest
on June 25, 2018
Gentle on My Mind
You play along the edges,
of every memory worth having.
You have been there since,
I care to look back.
I was stupid,
fearful,
distrustful,
and dangerous.
You… ever were patient,
kind, and slow to anger,
walking a measured gait.
Cowboy,
You speak in a voice,
that melts my heart.
but your real words,
more often are unvoiced,
but always felt,
tangibly… changing
the fixed temperament
left behind,
in the wake of users,
defilers of dreams.
You make me look up at the stars.
You make me find new paths…
You are a cold drink,
to my parched journey.
Now I no longer…
walk alone.
—Oh, it’s a terrible thing to see—
Look; the face,
that ugly face reflected in a broken mirror.
It’s a daffodil, the dream of Narcissus’,
it’s an inevitable arrogance, the karma of Hamlet’s,
yet no way to cast all these phantoms away
he became a sad wanderer who was going round
and round on the same spot every night with great despair.
Its hairs are stiff and lusterless, as the pieces of
stiff wires, or wayside grasses that died in the dust,
its eyes are evil, which appeared full of cold plot,
as if an untrustworthy Iago, or a betrayer Judas Iscariot,
the lips, they are an immoral saint’s
indecent language maker, a piece of greasy fat,
the nose, it’s a hog’s nose, which the hog originally was
born for the only purpose of gluttony, lives in filthiness
and idleness indifferently; though he swallows the pearls
licks the vomits with same mouth to fill his never contented stomach,
the forehead, it’s a forehead of the distrustful little devil,
that not even once, believed in truth or the beauty, and
shriveled from the curse, and has expelled into the wasteland,
the tongue, it’s an Eden’s Serpent’s, Eve’s tongue,
that gulps perjury without blushing, and cold as an ashy corpse.
The face that is in the broken mirror is
the fading daffodil, the broken pride the never healed wound.
The face that is in the broken mirror is the lifeless remaining
reflection, the vision as if a monologue without response.
Privately educated, privileged backgrounds .……no problem per se …….…but ......we're led by these plum in mouth toffs by the troughful.…... their snouts in the pockets of the electorate, creaming the real workers of cash for taxes .…....so long as they're okay with backhanded deals and offshore accounts, their empathy remains as real as a cuboid moon.
Distrustful dinosaurs with prehistoric rhetoric....... and arrogance beyond belief .......they give the people grief. Arguably their role is to be unpopular..... no reflection of the real people, no microcosm, no cross section, no true representation of us compounds their ability to irritate.
This is politics in full swing, full of stuck up d*cks and silly twerps in tailored shirts telling us how to vote. When can this change to a real democracy? ........Real parties talking real issues with real solutions with real taxes spent on real things. The equilibrium is unbalanced, the donkey jacket came and went ......now we're left with just the donkeys, more mules to carry the weight of their own egos.
We have the right to vote.....we pride ourselves on this democratic right...but this is looking through the rose tints.….I only have the ability to vote for different shades of beige....unless I want to become a part of an extremist, sensationalist mob.….I don't.... I just want a real choice of real people..….so for now my ballot card will remain a useful piece of cardboard.... to fold and prop up the wonky leg on my dining room table.