Long Even out Poems
Long Even out Poems. Below are the most popular long Even out by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Even out poems by poem length and keyword.
I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious? I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...
She came home one afternoon,
All I saw was a face saturatede in gloom,
She sat me down, eyes filled with tears,
She told me something I had feared for years,
"Sister, I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do,"
"I am also worried that the dad has been untrue,"
"He lies and cheats and once or twice I was beat."
At this point, I arose to my feet,
She told me she felt he wanted to trap her,
That her mind was in such a blur,
I was not even twenty one,
I felt like my heart had been shot with a gun!
My little sister was barely seventeen,
This was not part of her present dream.
I thought about how we grew up with no dad,
I went from feeling sad to just simply mad,
Wanting so bad to save the day, which I had so often did,
How could I save her this time? She was having a kid!
Mom was the next to know,
A woman strong in her convictions, said "we can’t let this child go!"
9 months later the little girl was born,
We named her Destiny, for God knows my sister was torn.
Three of us girls rose to the plate,
To allow this little angel to become something great,
There have been many struggles, but the joy that she brings,
Has healed our family and makes all who know us sing,
Even out of dysfunction and a mistake,
Bringing her into the world, taught us all what it takes,
To be a stable force in a child’s life,
What Selfless love is without any strife.
Life has its twists and turns,
In ever obstacle there is much to be learned,
When there is love and support that abounds,
Hardship can actually ware a crown,
It is not easy to raise a child in this world today,
So many dads pick up and run away,
But, when you have a strong foundation,
Even in teenage pregnancy, you can find inspiration.
If more children were taught the morals from the past,
Wait untill your married and the guy may actually last,
I believe the rise of this issue would not be so high,
So many teens are looking for love from some guy,
This is becoming such normality,
Teens being mothers is a harsh reality.
There needs to be more support for young teens,
Instead of TV shows that promote it in scenes,
Education and self-esteem,
Will help them to follow their original dreams,
Children raising children breeds’ future despair,
Talk to your teens; let them know that you care.
5/10/11
sabina nicole
Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen
Ma wink'n and blink'n
mind nod yet awake,
nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
(day-glo bull leave
me you) after noon,
(October thirtieth
two thousand and eight teen),
mine myopic brown
marbled occipital orbs
fixate upon a
lone blinking cursor -
hooping such intense stare
will magically glean
a divine comedy,
or even mediocre
shaky spear writ tragedy, none
the less letting thoughts
glom (cess) pool like
into some elusive essence,
finding me madly chasing
(feebly, lamely, queerly
and ridiculously
likened to a teen
age paramour) intriguing,
nattering, and wordlessly
spellbinding notion
all the way to Abilene,
perhaps metamorphosing
into a topnotch
poem (ska lean),
swiftly tailored harried
style even out rivaling
the best newsy
Lake Woebegone fabulist
(formerly Nordic European)
scribes, that juiced might earn
me some crisp
legal tender green,
yet impetus to write,
NOT predicated on ram
ping up checking account,
which primary queen
tis essential money source
of mine to pay bills
appears extremely lean,
and thus apologize if
any hint of desperation
(PULL EASE pledge to
Matthew Scott Harris charity)
seeps extemporaneously typing
this poetic expression,
when financial resources
picked bone dry clean,
and me fanciful
thoughts cannot help
wishing for miraculous
intervention tub bring,
a raft of smiley faces
tomb eye gentle mien
such as receiving
an anonymous bajillion
dollars donated (tummy)
from tennis scene legend
(in her own mind)
aery Billy Jean
King, whose near
exhaustive earnings -
at least compared
to thy germane mein kampf
(accrued during - her mist
starry re:us horse sing around)
straw berry fields
forever hay day
with tangerine trees,
and marmalade skies
completing tennis
(tense) backdrop against
engendered match with
the late Bobby Riggs.
Are you even out there
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure
concealed
But can't your hurry already and be
revealed
It's hard when God made every
male with so much appeal
It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of
Solomon
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself
away
Nothing physical of course, just
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend
to
But don't worry my love I'm still
waiting for you
I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to
find
it.
But don't worry future husband I'm
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and
reassemble
So its all good
I know its not the destiny I need to
choose
But its hard hanging around friends
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after
come true
While I sit around waiting like a
lose-r
Trust me okay, I understand the
stake
But if I give my heart to God who
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling
choice to make
But one of determination I must
partake
So I'll wait, for your sake
Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I
can love as myself
And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every
prophecy
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I
Have for my Christ
Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy
Form:
center
The shrinking horizons of human mind
Ever since Corona has confined us in our dwellings
It has changed our nature and human behaviour
In many fields of life
Not only, has it changed human nature
In a considerable way leaving few expectations
But it has changed unknowingly our thinking and attitude too
On social platforms, social media, TV and
At different other organisational level
Of public and private bodies world over.
.
Often we see, different restrictions and bindings are imposed,
Directly and sometimes indirectly
Only because of the shrinking horizons of human mind and
attitude. 02
.
It is happening only because
We are no longer to free to move anywhere
Where earlier, we were moving and enjoying
Expressing ourselves and part taking in social gatherings
As per our will love and likes. 03
.
We used to see Cinema in picture halls,
Used to take part in music gatherings, dramas, games and
Other outer events and restaurants and
Often many of us used to enjoy out most lovely foods and joy rides
We were free to enjoy even out lovely sports in our city state of
Even anywhere in the world and
All these things used to relieve us
From the weights of different pressures and problems
Which are no longer available
to take part in them as vibrant spectators,
in a comfortable manner, as were habitual of
And such thing used to enchants us often
Only few months and weeks ago. 04
Young lovers, husband and wife
Who used to enjoy the togetherness of their partners
Like the chattering pairs of loving birds
Are no longer getting those lofty moments
As many things have changed in everyone's life
Everywhere in the world. 05
But, the day is not very far off
When old days would once again be with us
Although many of us may miss
Some of our loftiest friends and dear ones
As those vanished people
Would then be waving their hands
From a very far off distance
Where the Sun spreads its golden beams
With a sound of music
Which flows freely on each one of us. 06
Ravindra K Kapooor
Raipur India 28th June 2020
When I was at the Hilton
And I didn’t feel strong
You jumped a bandwagon
Yeah you were real wrong
And it’s taken many years to carry on
So I’m gonna tell it and put you where you belong
I would arrive at the loft very warn out
When i talk I’m looking at your scoffs and frowns
Reaching out for hands and feet kick me down
to the point I don’t talk and mute the mouth
stuff crushing my chest
Clearly needs addressing
friends, you were my best
missed the fact I’m stressing
my 3 oldest mates piling on the pressure
mockery, aggressive and I ain’t got no let up
But Durbin and Lauren could see i was upset
As you 3 joked “you get what you get”
Mocking most enjoyably
blind you were destroying me
Took your age old loyalty
Sacrificed for joy it brings
but those two didn’t resort to calling me a blagger
They didn’t push me over because I walk with a stagger
So you can take our friendship and shove it up your sitter
And be forever jealous that I’m funnier and fitter,
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life.
Stop and think how Dom feels inside because,
He’s sure I nicked his bike when I was in Cyprus,
Telling people too don’t say I talk with slyness,
It’s becoming very obvious he never really liked us,
And Colino’s too naive sat smoking too much weed
If Dom carries grief then his side Colino sees
When even out the country his story you believed
And I’m bullied at work this is the last thing I need
And Kev and Cols join in blindly
Ignore because with no mind free
inadvertently treat unkindly
my mental health declining
no one stopped to think what I was going through
What I told about the Hilton was never seen as true
attention seek through stories is all I ever do
Now I’m having breakdowns and leaving you confused
Cus I am starting fights when I’d normally be amused
When in my darkest hour only Lauren came through
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life
I don't know why I don't show my feelings
Sometimes i wonder if i have them anymore
Or am i just trying to even out the score
People treated me like nothing for so long
I am just trying to show them how it feels
To be broken for so long but still be afraid to admit it
To tell your self to suck it up because no one will ever get it
To cry behind close doors because if you did it in public you would be called weak
To be so terrified of people
So you skip school for weeks
Because you felt like you had no friends or no who could relate
So you shove pills down your throat because you had no more faith
Then to hold you wrist up and slice
but the pain you feel could not be refilled by a knife
To just give up on life
But worst of all to not have a clue about what you going through
To just think your crazy or different
To not know your suffering from depression
Then it turns in to aggression
And you get mad at the people around you
Because you felt like they are the ones that cause it
maybe they could of did a little bit more
cared or pay a little bit more attention
instead of thinking i was just being a normal teen
Thinking that you were just skipping school drinking alcohol and smoking weed
To not actually ask question just make up assumptions
To be crying and begging for help
and still remain help less
And that would be the best punishment of all
To match their pain with your
But you should never let you pride be to big and shallow to ask for help
But when reality hit when i when to the mental hospital and realized that i wasn't the only one going through thiis
That people could relate
And that it wasn't health to be filled with so much hate
So i changed my mind state
And learned to forgive
And when people saw me start to change i was forgiven
But i was stuck with one decision
Should i hold on to the past or forget and keep on living
Because the only thing worst that dying is realizing that you haven't lived
And i finally made my decision ... I wanted to live
Form:
Tapering Off
Youthful ambition, combined steel order shout
Is enough to break organic, is enough to force you out.
Just listening for my orders, pain ignorance my plan
Childish delusion, a boy acting of a man.
Eagerly awaiting, to the guiding ranks above
Trying to smash my patience, give my inner peace a shove.
Legs no longer carry me, shin splinters like a twig
No hole in which to lay my head, start the pain ladder dig.
Time to listen to education, he recommends a pill
On the promise no dependence, promise no turkey chill.
The thorny hooks did get me, worked their way in real deep
Pride takes a leave of absence, stony faced tears do i weep.
Opiates, tarnish my soul two decades or more
Time to remove my eye lids, to even out the score.
This journey wont be easy, the path is cold and long
My footsteps are observed, revise the victors song.
Inside a rotting tingle, eyes operate point second delay
Your in this thing alone, no angel guiding way.
Limbs of lead, stomach missing bread
Concentration on vacation. . . That’s what the reaper said.
Core body temp, stoked like raging fire
With icy flesh touch. . . No lustful desire.
Nothing to watch, unable to wash, restrictions overwhelming
Back of my brain the G.P. Cosh.
Isolation and standing all alone,
The smiling pictures weep, on the cracked screen of my phone.
A lucky man will know, when enough is enough
Time to walk the green, no more blind swinging in the rough.
Time to put the green bag down.
Time to remove the painted clown.
Time to face the pain head on.
Time to wave the nightmare gone.
No longer will i dance to your rat pied piper tune
See away your inky smog, evaporate infectious gloom.
You may have taken many, history lets us see
This is the promised promise. . . Your never taking me.
Agony, grief and particularly anger
roil these lovely bones
life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness
exempts those graced with darker skin tones.
Rather than raucously riot,
I craft emotions courtesy poetry
mine feeble attempt to agitate and protest
sublimated thru scathing poetic indictment
lame contrasted against violent protests.
Peaceable methodology,
(viz printed word) versus war
preferable mode to conflict resolution
opposed to explosive uproar
angry frenzied mob scenes as seen online, or
alternate mass communication medium
valiantly, yet vanely attempt to even out score.
Tipping point evincing breached injustices,
(whereby persons sporting greater melanin)
triggered spontaneous outbursts
(bedlam witnessed while safely sequestered
within Highland Manor apartment
unit B44 May 31st, 2020).
Innocent lives, particularly
those who proudly identify themselves
purportedly black targeted merely because
genetics crafted them darker hued skin
unwittingly and unfairly
site them in crosshairs
where strong arm of the law
indiscriminately takes their life.
Despite genetics bequeathing me Caucasian
(predominantly Eastern European - Semitic features)
with one percent Neanderthal man
thrown in for good measure),
yours truly dispirited,
dismantled, and disgruntled
née disenchanted linkedin
with *****sapiens.
Neither railing nor ranting
can alleviate injustice
visited upon heads and torsos of innocent
Americans, whose genealogy traced to
Africa, Australia, Haiti, Melanesia, Papua
New Guinea and South Asia.
Because they and/or forebears
hailed from areas with highest ultraviolet
radiation in the world,
subsequent generations automatically
serve as fodder stigmatized cradle to grave.
The journey is infant and the waters are calm
the boat is carried on soft waves as if sailing on a child's palm
as the sounds of peaceful streams sends a newborn to sleep.
The boat makes way as the child slumbers
a fresh mind kept in the oceans trance begins to dream and wonder
resting, unbeknownst as the vessel slips into a mist.
Now the child wakes up as a youth,
opening eyes to a fog of illusions and truth.
Distraught and confused but taking the ship and beginning to stir.
All the obstacles are shrouded in mystery
as the boat stumbles and brings worries and misery,
the youth is lost and is subdued to the sea's leer.
But after spending years in a vapor steaming with obstructions
the youth has begun to familiarize and find way through its restrictions
as a physique that has come of age emerges from the smoke.
Sailing with a new found grip, a mind learned and clear.
A will to bend storms and ripe the glory even out of fear.
Now a fragile conscious ascends into desire that runs amok.
Now with a daring soul to challenge the roaring sea
soaring to the crests with high waves of ambitions released
The pinnacle of the ocean,this new life seeks to reach.
The spirit lived as an unaware stowaway
wandered as a lost sailor
now leads as a captain of ones own ship, whose spirit nothing can breach.
And as the leader scales the known seas,
attaining all the desires one can believe,
satisfaction gleams into a smile but the handles become loose and spirit steep.
As the journey becomes old,
and the waters have finally settled down
as the sounds of peaceful streams sends a worn out captain to sleep.