Long Follies Poems
Long Follies Poems. Below are the most popular long Follies by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Follies poems by poem length and keyword.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Blocked out by: Sara Kendrick
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ I should have loved you ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ given in earnest ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ lifted honest eyes for you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ caught your hand ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ all my pretty follies flung aside
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ and beneath your gaze,
Naked ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ been to you, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ remained,
¦¦¦ one more waking ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dream,
Cherish ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stakes I gained,
¦¦¦ walk your memory’s halls, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ supreme,
A ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ girl you knew
Who ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ loved you ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of )
As the same auld pain come back on the knoll,
Risks and concerns are all over the ocean.
The waves drown out the penance of the soul,
When my light goes out, a dark muse is woven.
Risks and concerns are all over the ocean,
In September, when the season begins to dwindle.
When my light goes out, a dark muse is woven,
Things were borne as one by wile and swindle.
In September, when the season begins to dwindle,
I have a lot of eager hopes when I aim to sleep.
Things were borne as one by wile and swindle,
At the cliff's edge, striving to let bliss seep.
I have a lot of eager hopes when I aim to sleep,
My pained spirit had become quite frozen.
At the cliff's edge, striving to let bliss seep,
My mind is racing on the rhyming slogan.
My pained spirit had become quite frozen,
With an eerie voice, sing a riddle in the dark.
My mind is racing on the rhyming slogan,
Slow-motion derailment was foreseen stark.
With an eerie voice, sing a riddle in the dark,
Floating in a haze, unfit to flee this blood flow.
Slow-motion derailment was foreseen stark,
I can fix minds, but cracks pull me a seesaw.
Floating in a haze, unfit to flee this blood flow,
I'm submerged and left to fight this fake pain.
I can fix minds, but cracks pull me a seesaw,
Pretty fading follies of ruined reality again.
I'm submerged and left to fight this fake pain,
The waves drown out the penance of the soul.
Pretty fading follies of ruined reality again,
As the same auld pain come back on the knoll.
Written: October 1st, 2022
Lighthouse
Sentinel
Mountainous seas roaring straight in your face
Where the clouds and the waves meet
The lighthouse stands defiant, man's sentinel
Mankind braves nature to save the fleet
Standing on her pedestal unwilling to relinquish
Her eternal roll to the frothing rages of the sea
The lion roars trashing its waves to extinguish,
But the watchtower refuses to buckle to bend the knee
The crashing wave wraps itself around
A fleeting hug from one of life's true bullies
Releases then returns cold to the touch
Treating man's attempts at defense as follies
Her shivering and drenched embodiment
Endures its deadly dark flooding wrath
Hindering navigating movements
Of sailor’s Guardian Angel’s path
Like lions waiting to be fed
The storm devours all in its way relentless wave length
Ignoring man's conceit as natures master
With Its ever growing powers and show of strength.
4/16/2016
By: Eve Roper Collaboration With Stephen Pennell
natures jollies we see human follies
donkey raced down to the lea
happy, happy, like a bee
racing for his flower
a mare feeling his sour
he was the collector
of her nectar
he wanted some now
now, now,now
of her, to sow
sow, sow, sow
he had needs
he had greed
he had neglect
for her respect
wielding his hoofs
as she stood aloof
she wasn't game
for his shame
she fought back
from his verbal attacks
he begged her please
for some cheese
she turned...his braying ways
for lasting days
he was an ass
so goodbye to their past
so in natures jollies
we see human follies
now, now, now
do we really
or am i being silly
the main thing
the message is not arcane
connie pachecho
1/19/17
au teur…
(apropos spike)
stage two
act three
enters
you:
action g!
just dead bodies
in the bloody streets
over which we marched our feet
trying but failing to stop the follies
the unjust cannot
give up justice
a birthright
stolen from the dead:
coked
chocked
shot
yet
from sea to shinning sea
we’re still here
transcending
ever to be free
our seeds unending
and immune to all imposed fear
ok
now got to do the right thing
through any means necessary
higher learning reigns
people are now ready
we’re rocking steady
plymouth rock is gone
and we’re claiming our own
floating and stinging
freedom ringing:
that’s a rap!
no more crap!
I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.
Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers;
Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto.
Scimitar: beloved of butchers.
Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone!
Sushi knife-edge - Awesome! Rudely spiky!
Serrated-edged: bread-knife, common-known,
Without which my home might look empty.
Macbeth and Caesar deadly daggers,
Had edges worth catharsis crisis;
Atrocious murderers and gangsters,
Used them for their cutthroat serials.
Fights brawled; won and lost; at knife-edges.
History has witnessed man's follies;
Chopped heads, hands, mutilated organs;
Yet, graves bejeweled with white lilies…!
Slash fruits! Slit vegetables! Slice bread!
Shatter shackles! Free all the enslaved!
Think once, twice, thrice before lives you shred.
Lives lost cannot be re-assembled.
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”(Hebrews 4:13)
18 May 2021
This or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
.
A Step
Into the seas
hope and fear
curiosity steer
explore is -
Man’s Nature
A recall A return. call
Inevitable. connect. Invite
Exploration. Seeks. explorer
Waiting in the breath A Surge
To ride the crest. To Penetrate
Soak in it all of the. magic
Turn of the boy. Awaits
To dive in explore to ride
To Paddle SteerTo Be A Man
No Dolls for Real Boys Yay
now Coursing the unknown. Me
I Know not What on earth is…Fear
Here Cling not to Straws
Real No fables Follies
Teach me Deter
Explore Chart
As I Waddle
. crash The Waves
For My Very First Surf
………. This is an attempted visual poem
…In words drawn. An ode to a picture
…Of A young boy with His Surfboard
…Stepping into Ocean For His First Surf
Concluding Part of
Oh’ Kashmir - Last Part 2
One grave mistake was
Shown by the decision makers
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley of concrete.
Dams, buildings and houses,
Were built on places,
Which were the nourishing orchards of Nature. ..08
Changed by the greedy lovers of money,
The builders,
Who built tall buildings and dams,
At the cost of destroying
Brooks and streams,
Lakes and forests, the serene hills
And the meadows,
Which always reminds us,
As the playground of shepherds,
Without caring for
Trees, plants, animals and seasons,
Which always remains the back bone
Of every civilization. 09
Another grave mistake was
That when some people were trying
To drive out,
Several thousands of those innocents,
Who were the inhabitants of Kashmir,
'The Kashmiri Pandits'.
Those who were living there,
In Jammu and Kashmir,
Since thousands of years,
Couldn’t get any solid support,
From their friends and neighbors,
When they were forced to leave Kashmir,
And their friends and neighbors,
Who could have stopped the miscreants. 10
But the others remained only
A silent spectator,
While watching the destruction,
Of their friends and neighbors,
By those, who wanted to make,
Their own separate heaven,
Without the presence,
Of the blooming smiles,
Of these innocents,
Who were their friends, their intimates,
And their childhood companions. 11
Since a long time,
These people in exile
Are living in roofless homes,
With tents on their heads,
They were ignored and were thrown out,
As if, they were not humans,
And not the oldest inhabitants of the valley. 12
Even after the flood of fifth September
When the army men were trying,
To put a healing balm,
Even at the cost of their lives,
On the suffering masses,
Trapped in the disastrous flood,
During the floods havoc prime time,
Some people were throwing stones,
On choppers and on these men in service,
So that the suffering masses,
May not get,
The life giving water, foods and medicines. 13
Perhaps the Nature has not liked,
Some of these actions,
And has shown its anger,
As never before in the history of this land,
To make us realize,
The serious follies and mistakes. 14
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 17th Sept. 2014
I saw the world through
your eyes, its follies, and surprises,
I felt the pulse of time with you,
And we saw earthly changes.
What I can't see with my eyes
Visions reach into my dreams,
I believe when my heart cries,
I won’t stop dreaming dreams.
Until I reach heaven’s bright shore
I see nothing here of lasting worth,
Evil has driven away the pure,
Existence becomes greed and mirth.
On earth, I am still walking tall,
and thinking deep within,
of the times, I hear your voice call,
for a new journey to begin.
Listening to a holy voice pleading
From a far distance,
We started at once listening,
To receive unmerited grace.
Only death will take us apart,
When breath starts leaving
The petals to bloom bright,
bereave roses, in the garden.
I considered the sky before rain
Stars gathering below,
clouds flying with the glimpse of heaven,
The realms surrounded with a halo.
See the beauty of sun and moon,
in everything, give thanks,
In the light and in the gloom,
I glimpse heaven in the distant.
God’s presence is the brightest light,
of revelation, that I see in your eyes
on a clear moonshine night
the sky is full of surprise.
Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?