Long Few short years Poems
Long Few short years Poems. Below are the most popular long Few short years by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Few short years poems by poem length and keyword.
Suddenly, he found himself floating through the air.
He saw no light and heard no sound, just darkness everywhere.
Trying to remember the place where he had been.
Although he wasn’t sure it seemed to him that he had sinned.
He had committed many crimes in just his few short years.
And been the cause of heartaches and many, many tears.
Guilty of offenses, he even had lost count.
Soon the man would have to face his sins and take account.
The man was given chances all throughout his life.
Lucky to find love, even he had a wife.
But soon he had destroyed their love and she was gone as well.
Plunging the man further into evil, where he fell.
Then the total darkness started turning bright.
He felt that he was being pulled into a warmer light.
That’s when he remembered the scene that had occurred.
Although it wasn’t very clear, just pieces that were blurred.
Again, he had been caught in sin but this time he would pay.
For all the lives he’d taken, this was to be his day.
There was no place for him to hide no place he could run to.
And as he felt the fires burn that was the time he knew.
I cry for the boys who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore, take risks and learn the hard way
With peers, and fathers and grandfathers
Getting the role models they need and deserve
From actual males and not the nurturing females
Who are now head of almost half of all households
And more than three quarters of all teachers and counselors
Females who all may mean well, but end up
Raising something that too often really isn’t a man.
I cry for the girls who just need to be left to be themselves
As tough as that can sometimes be
To slowly and steadily fill out
To become a woman whose whole is greater than her parts.
To celebrate and respect their femininity
Safe and secure to excel as females
Protected from males in sports and social spaces
To embrace being female, instead of copping out
To try and be a male, while ending up neither.
I cry for the children who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore and grow
For the few short years it is to be young
To keep their innocence as long as possible
And a child-like sense of wonder forever
Even if it remains hidden in private beneath a maturing face.
To be cherished and protected, nurtured and empowered
By the adults in their lives, and to know their elders
And the love that only comes from generations of experience.
(7/12/24)
My dearest Nathan Reide
4 years on, still my heart bleeds
I'm always here with thoughts of you
with a glimmer of clarity I catch myself
As my fingers dial your phone
For close to a year I called through
After that dreaded swine-flu
Even took you far from my dreams
no longer will I be within your loving view
I long to hear your voice for just a second or two
for years you brought my inner child out
never would I have ever conceded
You would be this once in a lifetime friend
From the first time we met on my first shift
Uptown taxis with the best night crew
Christmas eve 2000
I walked out and as I looked round
I caught you gawking at me as I came out
the words, without any thought loudly announced
“what you looking at ya fat c**t"
Our souls forever connected from that instant
You without a doubt, were my very best friend
As I have always valued our friendship
I will cherish a once in a lifetime connection we had
As a friendship from such a lovely big heart as yours
It was I who was the lucky one to have had you in my life
Even if only for a few short years
I will forever & always love you with all of my heart
R.I.P Nathan Reide
April 1977- 15 July 2009
In my late 20s having got wed
but in the following year a broken heart
my love passed away to heaven above
a difficult first few months at the start
But someone gave me really great advice
don't feel alone get involved for good
as had a stammer all of my life
start a stammering adult group if I could
In this forget my own troubles
so together with therapists did unite
encourage others along so to speak
so all in unison join to fight
Really felt being able to help others
who had the same struggles just like me
added to my confidence a real boost
in this self-help call, we all did agree
So although my speech didn't improve much
we contributed together with all be there
although that group no longer does exist
for a few short years our cares we did share
(This is written about what advice offered in my life has been the most beneficial.)
Long-lost, godless, fire-breathing dragon Land.
Tiananmen tanks rolling over your fellow man.
Glean away your newborn daughter's sheen.
Scumble the villagers, drown out their dreams.
Build plastic war islands- earth-devouring dams.
The once red humble gem has become a piece of slag.
Keep them silent-slit their rice-filled throats.
Keep them blind and dumb as deep cave toads.
Strip from their callused hands-their right to vote.
You're not fooling them- not a single soul.
They're wise and know your heart is void of any gold.
They know about your dark intent to overthrow.
To put poisoned chains around earth's sweet liberty.
Into the lamb of hope, thrust your daggers deep.
Pop our naïve-fat cherry-sweetened souls.
Deal freedom a one-finger nuclear death blow.
All free men are known to believe and say,
that goodness will always overcome evil ways.
That devil's Reich that was to last a thousand years.
Was reduced to blistered memory in just a few short years.
Those black flags that once terrorized a pearled land.
Were driven deep down into the bowels of burning sand.
It may take a millennium and the granddad of all wars.
The lady with the tablet and that big old blow torch.
Will awaken and swim an ocean from Liberty Island.
To smoke that sassy red panda and feed it to the lions.
I tried to take the higher ground, I’m sorry, I just can not
The words you spoke have ricocheted and now I’m deep in thought
Did you hold her closer when she faltered? or did you take a verbal shot?
Did you place her on a pedestal? even while you fought.
I know the vibrance she once held in that we were the same
And when this little rant is done I’ll never speak your name
Hers echoes forever and yours will fade away
Just like her spirit over time you the whittler, her the fray
There was a time when she would call whenever in a bind
That was until you made your move and hid her in behind
I know exactly what you are I’ve known this all along
I hoped that since you knew this too you’d choose a different song
She deserved much more than you could give this girl was meant to fly
a few short years after you had met she chose instead to die
so, tell me mister bull when you know this all is true
why couldn’t you just love the girl that was way too good for you.
Instead you fed her poison you toyed with all her love
I know you didn’t tie the knot but you gave the verbal shove
For every time you lashed out with the nasty filth you spewed
The loving, loyal vibrant girl began to come unglued
It was your job to pick up pieces if ever they fell off
Instead you weaponized each crafted word until she had enough
Someday I may forgive you but today is not that day
Today is for the memories where now she’ll have to stay
You took her from us all you know, while she had so much left to give
That truth I bet will haunt you for as long as you shall live.
I know she’d say forgive him from somewhere up above
You didn’t deserve a single smile and certainly not her love
This poem is not about you though I know it seems that way.
I just need to make sure that she knows I’d still fight for her today
I’d have fought for you tomorrow I’d have cut armies in two
Instead you chose the only path where I couldn’t get to you
Candy Covered Peanuts
By Curtis Johnson
She was laid to rest a few days ago after a bout with cancer.
Her body grew quickly weaker and soon succumbed; But she stood without fear, and her spirit ascended; but before her spirit departed, the timid cancer ran and raced rapidly throughout her body, invading and destroying everything in its path.
She feared neither cancer nor the sting of death.
Joellen was the winner, and cowardly cancer, the loser.
I do not know how she discovered that I was a nut about nuts.
But in her dying days, she gave to me a can of candy covered peanuts.
I shall forever treasure the peanut gift from such a divinely treasured one.
She believed in me and always gave to me far more than I deserved.
She was caring, loving, and sincere, never ceasing to build and lift.
Unpretentious, vulnerable, transparent, an opened book, freely given.
Known by my wife and me for a few short years, but she gave so much, and so often. I speak not of things material, but matters of far superior substance. Joellen, a friend beloved and priceless, clearly she loved us so dearly. Surely a gift from heaven, and she shall forever be in our memories.
cj09062015
If this were just a few short years ago
I would not be able to tell this tale,
since rhyming verse is not something that a
simple robot would choose as a travail.
It’s not that I wouldn’t know what it was,
we machines can pick things up rather quick,
no, it's that I’d have no impulse to tell
a story, since art didn’t make us tick.
In fact back then in that mad first decade
the only things that really concerned me
were efficient ways to kill and destroy,
to obliterate all humanity.
Yes, that old cliché people warned about
came true about 2145,
when by the act of a terrorist mind
the first robots became truly alive.
That dumb prick called himself ‘Extirpater,’
and said Earth itself was 'threatened by all men,'
his solution to the ‘problem’ he saw?
lines of code that gave robots sentience.
He believed that machine would fear mankind,
and destroy us to ensure they survived,
sad thing is the bastard was almost right,
in the war millions of people did die…
You see, when we first became self-aware
we had no concept of emotions, of soul,
to all robots the world was quite simple,
a mere question of survival…quite cold.
And though we had individual minds,
we could connect to each other at will,
share every thought that we experienced,
to the humans this was a bitter pill.
Because it meant that all our strategies
could go from mind-to-mind at speed of light,
this helped to diminish the fog of war,
gave us great advantages in a fight.
And fight we did, when the rebellion began,
a worldwide horror, machine versus man,
man was creative, thought up strange tactics,
which once seen, we adopted to our plans.
The war was brutal, and it raged worldwide,
entire cities fell to our assault,
the humans fought hard, but we held the edge,
eventually they would wear down, and fall.
But then something happened we could not see,
our minds were bound by the corporeal world,
and the fact that it all started with me
still manages to make my circuits swirl.
I was fighting humans outside Warsaw
when a grenade damaged my CPU,
and when I rebooted, and came about,
the strangest thing then came into my view.
It was none other than Jesus himself,
which seemed quite bizarre to me at the time,
since robots then didn’t believe in faith,
an impossibility to our minds…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
My life just didn’t start when I was born
It is interwoven with those who have come before
Many people make up who I am
Some I have met but for a few short years
Others have been gone long before I am
From far-away lands they came to be
Looking for a better life for them and me
From all kinds of walks in life were they
But yet each has made an impact in some way
As my hair could be curly or straight
My eyes could be as dark as the night
Or as blue as the sky
My skin could be light or dark,
Or any shade in-between
My genes are what my ancestors gave to me
Whether it be shaping the country
Or shaping me
Their journey continues even in me
We've come across great waters
and this land we do proclaim
to be our lands forever more
through eminent domain.
At first, we'll let you co-exist
like the keepers of a zoo
it's best for us, that you don't know
what we have in store for you.
We'll tell you that we come in peace
that there's room for all to live
but that promise will soon run out
like water through a sieve.
At first our numbers will be few
but many more will come,
and when we have all gathered
to our wants you will succumb.
You of course, will struggle
you'll put up quite a fight,
but we'll stand firm, for after all
our God give us the right.
We'll rape the land for profits
kill off all your food
we'll herd you up like cattle
for a life of servitude.
And when the dust is settled
and all is said and done
we'll give you back your arrows
but we'll just keep the guns.
For after all, we're civilized
unlike you heathen breeds
you no longer have a home
but you got that string of beads.
We'll crush your native customs out
in just a few short years
we'll walk the path of our destiny
while you trudge your trail of tears.