Long Foundation Poems
Long Foundation Poems. Below are the most popular long Foundation by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Foundation poems by poem length and keyword.
birth of mankind
birth is a new birth of joy
a new foundation is a new birth of joy
foundation is foundation of joy
mankind is founded by joy
mankind is founded by mankind
new joy is new birth of joy
birth is a new joy founded by new joy
foundation is founded by a new birth of joy
new joy is new foundation
birth of mankind is a birth of joy
joy is founded by joy
joy is founded by a birth of joy
a century is a birth of a century
a century is a birth of joy
a century is a birth of mankind
a century is founded by a century
foundation is a century of a foundation
foundation is a century of joy
found is founded by foundation
found is founded by birth of joy
Her arms are open
Across the vast expanse
Heat patterns rise from flat rock
Simmering sensations to fool the mind
Blurring even the recognizable
Into a mirage of nothingness
“Dust coated winds that do not exist”
Blinding hypnotic colors play
Weaving patterns of self doubt
Alone in a misconception of belief
Solitude of unwanted fear
Emptiness worn on a sleeve
“Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty”
Let down, shoved aside, forgotten
Discarded emotions piled in a heap
Broken sidewalks of those I thought I knew
French braided friends - or so I believed
Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation
“Why did I ever believe?”
When I see a tiny speck, (perhaps something in my eye)
Canceling the horizon’s verticality
Moving beyond invisible footprints
Solidifying a view - a smile, waving
As if a drunken crow has tipped over
“Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken”
Reoccurring images race forward
Sentences of comfort find their way
Down the path to my heart
Realizing I now understand
What she meant - that day, this day
“I run to meet her halfway - her arms are open”
Happy Father’s Day
By Curtis Johnson
Good morning dad and happy father’s day. You have been gone for a very long time now; some 55 years to be exact. When you were still with us, as a child I did not get to know you very well. Perhaps our time together was very limited because there were lots of siblings, and you had lots of responsibility in caring and providing for all of us. Thank you for all your hard work by keeping us fed, clothed, and warm in winter. O dad, I’m so sorry that you did not live a long life. You never got to see me and your other children grow up to finish school and move on to marriage and careers of our own.
Nevertheless dad, I feel that you gave to us a very strong foundation relative to the work ethic and human relations. You lived long enough to teach us the basic lessons of right and wrong, and you stayed with mom until death, showing us the enduring value of family. And by the way, thanks for marrying such a wonderful lady to be our mother. She was only 35 when you passed away. She did a masterful job at such a young age in caring and providing for us. We all finished high school, no teen pregnancies, and none went to jail,
I must say concerning mother, there were times I felt you mistreated her, but she was strong and refused to allow you to go too far. Indeed, she was not a pushover. I suspect that this side of mother sometimes surprised you. That is to say that she both deserved and commanded respect from you. I am certain that you were the better for it, because she never allowed herself to be an enabler of bad behavior.
Finally dad, a few additional words of thanks. Thank you for the large and strong swing set that you had built for us. It was enjoyed by us and all the kids in the neighborhood at a time when we were forbidden the use of the public playground. Thank you for teaching me how to tie my shoes and for showing me the value of keeping them clean. I shall never forget the day on a sunny afternoon that you taught me how to drive your truck. It was the joy of my life. That day, it was just you and me returning from a trip through the countryside, selling fresh green peas from your garden.
cj06162013
Welcome to our generation,
We hope you enjoy this fantastic nation,
Kids here stand on a quicksand foundation,
And fear their schools are a gunned down station.
When they watch the news near and far,
The horrors they witness leave a scar.
When they’re in school, their fears on par,
They remember their bleeding peers, free and barred.
How many wars are being fought?
And how many of them are being taught?
Do our leaders know these kids are distraught?
For every noise could be a deadly onslaught?
But our nation’s great, it has its perks,
We have freedoms and fireworks.
But there are red-stained hallways where great danger lurks,
Forcing our emotions to be overwrought and overworked
People come here to fulfill their dreams,
Or escape their hometown’s deadly screams.
They soon learn this country isn’t all that it seems,
It ignores and distrusts and divides into teams.
Children across this landscape are torn by division,
Hoping for a lawful collaborative solution.
Anxiously waiting for a black-robed decision,
Wringing withered hands in hope of a life-changing conclusion.
A country is ripe with discrimination:
That’s America’s way of “education.”
“Land of the free” is a mischaracterization,
Of a world that clings to willful exclusion.
But we mustn’t surrender to the dark powers that be,
A more perfect union is within reach, you’ll soon see.
A time will come when all the “isms” will ride away with the breeze,
And through the sizzling warmth of empathy and liberality,
We will earnestly redress this fractured morality.
Temptation
Foundation.
In such a fluid interconnected world, are long-term relationships dwindling in numbers?
Is temptation saturating society, and creating an influx of such communications, subtly asking for a second chance?
The Email to Monique
Whenever I think of you,
I always feel a familiar calling
A soft echo which rhythmically whispers before morning
I can still feel you
And it carries such magnificent tales of us slipping and sliding
Entwined together spiritually
As a new world was dawning
But like all things borne into the bright lights
There are things lurking in the night
Things we failed to see
To pray against and fight
And so now we both live alone
Me in bondage to time and memories
And you
A sentinel in the in-between spaces
Who I still see
A serene face reflected in random windows
“Perdóname mi amor
La oscuridad vino por mi
Y en ese único momento
Olvidé tu nombre"
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Translation:
Forgive me my love
The darkness came for me
And in that one moment
I forgot your name
Image shared under fair usage policy.
.
Written July 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by Sir Edward Ibeh
************************************************
The Potter forms each individual,
Shaping earth's landscapes made original;
The design of mountain, valley, and hill
Is planned and done according to His will.
The Sovereign controls with full power,
Universe follows the word of Ruler;
The creation bows to the mighty King,
He gives divine order to everything.
The Rock often offers fixed foundation
Of a safe harbor during affliction;
The Fortress supplies a steadfast support,
As the Stronghold will never come up short.
The Light of pristine truth replaces lies
With pure knowledge to unlock our blind eyes.
Oh so well I know these feelings of despair ,
Theres something wrong and we shoud beware.
Things are a changing and folks just aren't the same ,
How quick they are to deny and to point the blame .
Not a strong foundation built from deceit and lies ,
Sad a love is wasted as the tears well up in my eyes.
My heart and soul have been broken and its taken its toll,
Will I ever recover from this is something I just do not know.
Missing you and missing all the things you use to do ,
Theres something wrong with me being without you .
Im out of my mind going insane now it's all changed ,
Night after night its torement always the same .
I feel the pain day after day its just this way ,
The emptiness and lonliness has come filled my days.
Can't start over again or back to where I've been,
All I can do is go forward put my heart on the mend.
Tac
in funeral air
colourless grief bleeds
like a memorial of ravens
she sits alone on a stool
in an empty bar -
but the pianists plays
with each touch of the key,
her tears fall, lips quiver
dripping down her face -
mascara discolouring them black
like muddy puddles
on tip of scarlet lips
the more he strokes keys,
the more her sorrow spills -
she hopes he will stop,
but his melody continues
a melancholic musing of tones
in shades of sentimental sorrows
misplaced in music
her mind drifts in memories -
she was his mahogany violin
he her ivory flute
God the composer
if they had the chance
tongues would sing a million songs
receive an abundance of ovations
some notes on song sheets
can play to heavy
some too mellow
some remain blank-
like her heart
hollow,
soundless,
abandoned
without lyrics, there is no music,
ghosts of love bring no joy
so there is no
orchestra of dreams
his voice forever silent
like her tears ruining
her foundation
The gale of time has snapped the bonds
The generations don’t connect anymore
They grow as shadeless trees in isolation
And don’t make a cool garden anymore.
They are stories divided in incongruent chapters
But don’t make a readable book anymore.
I don’t understand your language of emotion
Nor do you mine
If my times could be nearer to yours
And yours to mine
We can bring the generations drifting apart
A bit closer
If we build a bridge together.
You can cross the bridge
And come in my heart to be in my times
The times when the values are still valued
Come to my home
The bare walls collapsing, the doors cracking
But it standing strong on foundation of faith
I’ll show you my garden
The flowers wilting desolate
But they preserve the fragrance of good old times
I’ll show you the faded picture of my little son
Walking by my side, holding my hand
He remembers no longer.
I can cross the bridge
And travel to your times you’re treading
You’ll show me your house
The walls decorated with abstract paintings
But the windows don’t open to the sky
You’ll show me the faraway garden
Where people throng to pluck odorless flowers
You’ll show me the picture of your little son in color
Holding your sleeve, looking away
Not knowing perhaps who you really are.
Let us build a bridge together
And on the bridge
I’ll take a step forward
You’ll take a step backward
I’ll hold your hand with love
And you’ll hold mine with care
We’ll let the generations relate.
Inspired by a moving storyline in a show.
Sometimes
By Michelle Morris
06/06/2026
Sometimes we get news
Sometimes we find out things
Sometimes our world is shaken
Sometimes our foundation stings
Sometimes we're not who we thought we were
Sometimes childhood ghosts reappear
Sometimes our hearts ache and get broken
Sometimes memories become unclear
Sometimes life completely blindsides us
Sometimes people let us down
Sometimes love leaves us in the dust
Sometimes hope makes us a clown
Sometimes we are too little
Sometimes we are too much
Sometimes the hope feels like it might kill us
Sometimes we feel stupid for our deep trust
Sometimes we fly too high
Sometimes we feel real low
Sometimes we're all feelings and emotions
Sometimes our souls just glow
Sometimes friendships completely burn us
Sometimes summer love becomes forever
Sometimes the Universe is mischievous
Sometimes destiny and fate are inevitable
Sometimes good strangers will surprise us
Sometimes our hope and faith turn life around
Sometimes love and light expand brightly
Sometimes our world view becomes profound
Sometimes life is a beautiful blessing
Sometimes we see things in a better light
Sometimes joy and happiness shines in our eyes
Sometimes our souls sparkle with delight
© Michelle Morris, 2026