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My friends said C’mon let’s go, let’s head on down to Mexico.’
We’ll drink up all their tequila and we’ll snort up all their blow.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, out to Aspen, Colorado.
We’ll snuggle with some bunnies, and ski ‘til our buzz starts to go.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, it’s cold under this Missouri snow.
Let’s go to Miami and party ‘til we run out of dough.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, those Las Vegas lights are all aglow.
We’ll gamble away all our cash and leave with nothing to show.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, let’s head on down south to New Orleans.
Drink all night at Mardi Gras, get the drunkest we’ve ever been.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, to the sands of California’s beach.
Where the wine flow like water, and all our dreams will be in reach.
Chorus:
Why don’t you pack yourself a bag and let’s get on down the line.
We’ll worry about tomorrow later…but today we’re gonna feel just fine.
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
I can’t pay the rent and the utilities if I don’t go to work today.
Maybe when I’m a little older, then I’ll have time to come out and play.
With my wife, four kids and a dog, my life has turned out just fine.
I don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow ‘cause I always toed the line.
I’m ready to pack my bag and use the money I never spent.
I have the time to go see, all those places I never went.
Tried to get in touch with my friends, so that maybe we could meet.
But Dave lives at Bellevue, Blue sleeps in a box out on some street.
Dan didn’t shake the habit and OD’d a year ago today.
Frankenstein’s in jail somewhere and that’s where he’s going to stay.
Chorus:
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
Glad they went without me, while I stayed and toed the line.
Because tomorrow my friends is finally here, and I am feeling just fine.
I’m going to pack my bag so I can get on down the line.
I don’t have to worry about tomorrow , and today I’m feeling just fine.
© Jerry Brotherton
Right now, I'm a look back on the things I said
I wsih I could go back and regret the things I did
That sunny Monday, morning that I layed in bed
I thought I would become a women
Playing roles and playing with myself instead
Right now I look back on the things I did
Makin me wifey, It was like playin house
Giving me a ring that made my finger turn green,
and lately its been bending into something so serene
Right now I , look back on the things I did
A capable girl corrupted with swirls
Laying down on my back and never rewarding
For feeling like trash
A piece looked upon as gold but intrepreted as silver
Traded in at the pawn shop
Society looks upon me as nothing more than a 25cent lolly pop
Right now I look back on the things I did
Never regretted meeting this fella
Throught he would bring me more joylike cinderella
A nubian queen turned around walking the streets with her head hanging down.
I pray a price whiich isalways right.
Always let in the store or a lonely draw.
I'm always left behind, because of my own kind. I withdraw from inner being,
I relax because I have no meaning.
I am quiet because no one listens.
And I vow to be a Christian.
I am complicated and you can't figure me out.
I am lost in this world and I want to find a way out.
Right now I look back on the things I said
I might be a hypocrite but what I say and what do can only be a unite.
I rise to the occasion , of showing myself approved
But I constantly value, of how the world looks at me and you
A long lost self worth nothing and no wealth.
A constant backfire of shots flying at my back
I lost apart of me while going through trash
Trash I call it, Another meaning for men
I change sizeswhile I add on pounds.
I constantly eat and one comes 1 week and then he suddenly leaves me weak
I thought I had a good one but he lied and decieved.
Now I'm on the next one, which he really seemsas if he has me.
Right now I look back on the things I said.
Right now I back on what I regret.
A cinderella or snowwhite that just woke up.
I realize that I really need to get in touch.
I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom -
instead, we both stayed home that night.
High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her out;
In retrospect, the signs were there,
but I harbored a young man’s doubt.
Now, with two decades left behind us,
in a foreign land far away,
I stumbled upon my old high school crush
not knowing just what to say.
She was quite surprised to see me -
coincidences had put us there.
She was a successful corporate lawyer;
I was travelling without a care.
We shared pictures of our children;
Told snippets about our life;
Her husband was back in America;
I had just divorced my wife.
The bartender made his last call;
Nostalgic smiles were on our face;
We kissed and hugged goodbye again
as I quickly got out of that place.
I was glad to have gotten to see her,
though it made me feel inept again;
I wondered if we would have made good lovers
or if it were best kept just as friends.
She was in my thoughts as I wandered
around Europe with my back pack;
I promised that I would look her up again
in three months when I got back.
I read about her on the Internet
and cried when I saw the story;
She had died in an auto accident -
leaving behind her girl and boy.
It happened one week after
our chance meeting in that bar;
They said an old high school year book
was found with her in the car.
Her letter was in the pile of mail
waiting for me when I got home;
She wrote she was glad to see me -
on that trip she felt so alone.
She admitted to having a crush on me
back in our high school days;
She kept waiting for me to ask her out
until we went our separate ways.
She thanked me for keeping it casual
in the bar that fateful night;
She probably would have gone back to my room
and she knew that wouldn’t be right.
She asked me to remember her
but not to try to get in touch;
She’d rather me stay a memory
than get to know me a little too much.
I visited her in the graveyard
one day in the early spring,
and left a prom corsage there
as my final offering.
A Fictional Tale
Do you ever wonder
Why some times relationships go asunder?
What were the short comings and/or the blunder?
What caused that awesome storm to lose its thunder?
Do you ever wonder?
Did you ever dream
A dream so big, It became a theme?
A dream so rich, it reigned supreme?
A dream so proud, it bolstered your self-esteem?
Did you ever dream?
Do you ever think
In the chain of your life, what is the missing link?
How quickly that life can change in just an eyes blink?
That something big and wonderful was on the brink?
Do you ever think?
Did you ever share?
Expressed the hopes and fears you hide in there.
Speak of your imperfections and flaws, did you dare?
Feel so confused, that you could only find the answers in prayer.
Did you ever really share?
Did you ever win?
Such as the marathon from fat to thin.
Or the sport of discovering who you really are within.
The war on quitting bad habits, you begin.
Tell me, did you ever win?
Did you ever tell?
Tell that special someone, you were proud when they would excel.
Tell that you loved them no matter what, even if they fell.
That what’s important is inside, that the outside is just a shell.
Did you ever tell?
Do you ever speak?
Express the dreams and wishes that you seek.
Tell someone you thought they were special and unique.
That you were awed by their mystique.
Well, Did you ever speak?
Did you ever explore?
Move out of your comfort zone and tread on a distant shore.
Look for answers not from others, but deep within your core.
To realize that beyond what you can see, you know there is more.
I wonder, did you ever explore?
Did you ever partake?
Really experience life and not just fake.
Get in touch with and allow all your senses to wake.
To permit any and all emotions, to rumble and quake.
I ask you, did you ever partake?
Did you ever shine?
Do you share a memory with others that hinges on divine?
Can you still feel the passion that a special friendship can define?
I seek this for my future; I will plan and create my own design.
Here is my question, did you ever shine?
Front door brings in nippy chill,
You step onto the frosty path,
No pleasant air for you to initial,
Only a gut fight with the waft.
But friends are warm and bright,
Neighbours smile by their cars,
Old friends get in touch, write,
The hairdresser chats n’ chars.
What to give is a nice problem,
What to write on xmas cards,
Why not to give, there’s a hum,
Of distance, you only give cards.
Relative’s personalities summed,
Cousins hobbies are understood,
Relations interests taken, gummed,
And friends activities are all good.
Jumpers are purchased for mum,
Plus teapot, hand cream, soap,
Quality Street purple is a chum,
Candles jars are given in hope.
Sporadic robins brighten and light,
Kids build a roly snowman, just,
Dogs walk in cosy jackets tight,
And by-passers stop for a gust.
Families welcome drivers’ eyes,
When they look in the windows,
With flashing lights, mixed dyes,
In patterns, pictures, pure glows.
The atmosphere at restaurants,
Beckons xmas truth and tale,
When others also have nuance,
For special kin who chat, sail.
No negatives divide and split,
No text to state what to say,
Greetings are heartfelt and lit,
Your chat can be any old way.
Church is optional, a possibility,
But fires and heaters gaily blast,
Radios aptly inform about activity,
When Santa will visit stores vast.
Decorations furnish, fill stores,
Giant Christmas trees stand, line,
Large baubles hang on all floors,
Huge stockings see shoppers dine.
There is a righteous business,
In the air, filtering, at xmas time,
It’s friendship and happiness,
That's engineered, the told sign.
The central focus is a snug meal,
A slot saved and made for chat,
Where for each person the deal,
Is to converse, discuss and bat.
All are welcome, all can have,
Everyone can enjoy, participate,
Each one can find peace, shove,
Xmas with you does coaguate.
Whatever the question, give,
Everyone is part of Christmas,
A smile, joke, a chat, a forgive,
You can even restrain for a bash.
Shelly thought all those heartfelt feelings of love and oneness was lost
She had not heard from her first love, Thomas, for six weeks, since winter’s frost
They were seventeen, and had fallen soulfully and fully in glorious teenage love
Airtight, so right, the ultimate one-ness, their minds had melded, fit like a glove
Her handsome man, first love, together forever, she had thought, the ultimate we
Depression had set in a month ago, when it kicked in she might be a forever single she
His parents had moved in the middle of the night, house forlorn, no wish or song.
Incredulous feelings flowed through her soul when she realized he was truly gone.
Her texts so poignant, and loving, understanding and heartfelt to his cell phone
Were not returned in any shape, or rhyme, insuring her she was indeed now all alone.
This was a particularly sad moment, as they had met on March fifteenth, the March’s Ides,
A year anniversary of their first meet, but her world was no longer hers, and she felt quite dead inside.
She had contemplated doing something horrible, to feel the pain, to cut, to bleed, to run, to hide.
His voice she heard often in her head, explaining what had happened, relieving some of her dread.
Homework and hobbies held no interest now, she was all wrapped up in love gone wrong instead.
The storm outside, was not more violent than the one within, so she decided to take a walk in the rain.
Depressed and sad, head down, she walked slowly, feeling her heart breaking anew from the strain,
She had walked two blocks when someone gently touched her arm and turned her around.
It was her man, Thomas, who had managed to defy his parents, and find his way back to town.
My dad threw my phone out that window, he told her, and there was no way to get in touch with you.
But you are the love of my life, and I think we deserve to give our love the respect it is due.
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Upon this road I travel tonight to seek my fortune beyond the sea. And when the heavens meet with the earth I will hold my head up high and whisper a prayer to the deity in the sky. I will look at the multitude around me and make a wish before I take my leave, I will walk the walk once more and meet with my friends and company before I walk through the door. It is the start of a brand new year and I will bless you before I go away, the journey is going to be long but I will hold onto my faith as I press along. Meet me in front of big Ben or I wait for you at the River Thames the meeting will be brief and you must hurry before crowd disburse into the street. I have waited for this day to come when my change would come; I have places to go, new people to meet and a brand new mission to complete. I have a new business plan to take with me and I will expand it when I cross the sea. I have been waiting for many years to get my path clear but the demons were so strong, I had to drown them in the middle of the sea one by one to get back on the path to fulfill my destiny. I have been on this path for a long time, journeying with the divine; thousands have crossed my path and I have encouraged many to walk the walk; my path is not your path, you must evolve out of the dark and get in touch with the inner you and your mystical dream will come true. Time is on your side and you must turn the numbers around to get the infidel out of the town; its presence is wearing me down and many times it causes me to frown, Oh what wonders await me I have expel the burden from around me and a radiant light is shining upon me; the weather is fine and life is filled with the bliss of time and it’s time to take my leave; oh one thing before I go, promise me that you won’t stand in my way; let me have the freedom to do my thing and if destiny put us together on the same path again, promise me that you will forever be my friend. The path is clear.
Like any family, mine’s the same, they leave Mama with the dirty Chores.
You’d think with Trolls, and Dragons, and such… There’d be magic galore!
But I concede defeat at Pooper Scooping Time, my sons taught everyone well.
You’d think just once, they wouldn’t run away, with such a humongous bombshell.
The Witch next door is out of town; she usually uses it to fertilize her yard.
Her magic does it in a minute flat, but she’s not here, as my yard becomes marred.
She flew on vacation with the first snowfall; in spring she’ll help my backyard.
In the meantime it’s just little old me… It’s like cleaning out a yucky stockyard.
So I gave a shovel to a grouchy old Dragon, since he’s so big and does so much.
But I came back fricasseed and charbroiled, my shovel totally melted, as such.
I put on my fire retardant suit, and I gave him a special spot where he can unload.
Apparently he didn’t like that either, as I dug out from under a humongous load.
Finally, raking it all up, I ask the dragon, to make cinders of the yucky stuff.
Instead he laughed as he huffed and puffed, blowing smoke at me, in a huff.
I smelled kinda bad as I went to the house, getting a cart to fill to the brim.
I’ll admit, getting mad at a dragon was never a good idea, to originally begin.
But I was pissed, as it looked like rain, and my mind was beginning to spin.
I filled the cart to overflowing, then tied it to the sleeping dragon’s… butt end.
When he woke up, he flew half way up to the moon, spreading it on the wind.
Unfortunately it was me, my yard, and my house, that finally got it again.
Who knows where that darned old cart now lies, as he came flying back alone.
I had learned my lesson that it would never be wise to lose my temper again.
So as the rain began to wash my folly away, I looked up and kissed the rain.
Sometimes it’s prudent, to just relax, and get in touch with the elements again.
How Shall I Say I Love You
My Darling Love, how shall I say I love you?
You know I do, but how can portray this to you in words?
Let me try My Dear One—
With a Smile when I think often of the sheer radiance of your beauty.
With Thoughts which I have of you daily and the sweet things you do.
With Emotions ripe and afire when I think of the pure passion we have.
With my Inner Psyche when I get in touch deeply with my ethereal self.
With my Eyes as I gaze into your eyes with noble tears of joy and love.
With my Touch as I hold and caress you in my arms and share my love.
With my Heart which is the driving force of my love and emotion for you.
With my Laughter that helps to lighten even the most trying situations.
With my Prayers which reflect my connection to God and belief in you.
With my Spoken Words which reflect my true heartfelt emotions for you.
When Holding your Hand at anytime on any day for no particular reason.
When Walking with you day or night at anytime, anyplace, or anywhere.
When Writing Poetry since you are always my special inspiration and muse.
With my unbridled love and respect for you as a warm and loving person.
With my warm inner feeling for all of the special things we do together.
My Final Thought: As imperfect and inarticulate as I surely am, at times—
My Darling Love these are some special inner-felt notions and emotions
reflecting always my view of you and feelings for you as the most important
person in this world to me. My true love always and forever.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 5, 2015
(Free Verse)
*A very special tribute to my wife and eternal soul mate.
"Words are all I have, but they are the very tools I use to paint my thoughts
and feelings on my inner canvas of emotions."
Heartsong: A heartwarming song or poem. A song or message that is deeply felt. The expression of a person's inner essence, underlying identity, and reason for existence.
Heartsong
By Michelle Morris
11/11/2023
That little thing you keep denying
That little thing you keep putting off
It's that little thing that's going to blindside you
When the axis drops from your world
Those niggles and those signs
Those thoughts that keep coming round
They're a sign for you to notice
Before the confetti scatters to the wind
Because life is meant to be a celebration
It isn't always meant to be this hard
Our lessons are supposed to strengthen us
Not bring us to our knees in the Dark
Look to the people in your life
All the ghosts of what they once were
What has happened to the connections?
What has happened to our heartsong?
Take time to get in touch with yourself
Make time to connect with life
Connect once more with those ghosts
Make them real and close once more
Look to the sunrise each morning
Be inspired and uplifted and blessed
Trust in your intuition and your reason
For living your best life for the Universe
No longer living in denial
No longer putting anything off
You deserve all the magic and miracles
For you are stardust and wonder
Let the signs and synchronicities find you
Let the angelic beings guide your way
Throw the confetti with joy and happiness
Stand tall with the Light in your heart
Because life is meant to be a celebration
It is meant to be filled with hope and love
Our blessings are there to inspire us
Connect us with the Universe and each other
Look to the people in your life
All the Light and Love they have become
Our connections become stronger
Our heartsong is music to the heavens
© Michelle Morris, 2023