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Am I really the only one thinking outside the box,
When it comes to pension costs,
Regardless of whether people are able to work or not,
With some working til they drop.
Let me open my box and tell you how to stop the rot,
In my box is all the evidence that points to the life experience,
That those who are for a pension now due can bring to the table,
Along with the math's calculations that says how much they can give back,
If we ask their help,
To mentor the young and keep them out of jail,
To share a lifetime of knowledge that we may need if the internet breaks,
So, we don't end up back in the stone age.
To help on their good days or even good hours to reduce the rubbish pile,
That is costing us more every minute to manage,
Then there the hidden costs they can help us with,
When you start thinking out of the box,
Like, the longer we employ them when they are incapable,
Of doing their job there is a cost,
Or the fact that increasing their age of retirement,
We delay the intake of the young,
And if the age of retirement keeps going up,
The number of those unemployed for life goes up,
A cost that would burden us for generations to come.
Then there are the facts about the health problems,
With older people in workplaces,
Bladder issues,
Skin that is less resistant to knocks,
To name but two which will leave businesses no choice,
But to raise prices.
Another thought I came up with while thinking out of the box,
Is that to get the best out of the old work wise,
We should be looking at retirement as a gradual process,
With flexibility for gradually reducing a persons work hours,
And shifting them to light duties, including mentoring roles,
According to their individual health and abilities to do their job,
This should create opportunities for more young people to
Enter the workforce.
Then still thinking outside the box there is the mental wellbeing of
The aged which effects their physical health which impacts,
The overall rate of spending on health.
The more useful and less anxious people of any age feel,
Is a win in terms of real dollars saved.
If we can get more people thinking out of the box on this issue,
We will find it is not an issue at all,
Once the number crunchers see the new evidence,
That was sitting outside their box,
Who knows they might be tempted to think outside the box themselves.
Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds
Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"... and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood canned. Compensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar ... his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said, "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth
... with a crumb-filled smooch.
Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because... hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.
I hit the wall today for the first time since you've been gone, screaming to god what you did wrong.
I shouted as loud as I could, asking him why you couldn't see your good.
I want to smash every mirror I own, because every time you looked in one, it only made you feel alone.
You couldn't see your beautiful, you were blinded by this worlds lies, and for that it's the devil I despise.
He took away your sister far too soon, he took her far away, out of this earth, over the moon.
I tried to tell you that you'd see her again, up in that bright sky, but in order to do that, you had to die.
Call me selfish, call me greedy, but your voice was the only one who could feed me.
Now I'm starving for a sound I'll never again get to hear, and now voice mails and videos are the only things that can help me bare, but it's just not the same without you here.
I hated to see you cry, but please don't mind, while I do the same, because I can't help but to lose my breath whenever I hear your name.
I've spent half my life, saving your hand written letters, and all of your cards too, but my heart wasn't prepared to finally lose you.
I knew it would hurt, I just didn't know that it'd hurt this bad, because when I lost you Monday, Tuesday I realized I lost everything I had.
Now I'm down here listening to songs that remind me of you, and right now, they're the only ones getting me through.
I guess I was one of the lucky ones, because I accepted your faults without reason, and I never once blamed you for leaving.
Demons come in different forms, and yours came in the shape of a tiny pill, get the best of you again,they never will.
You're finally safe now, and far from the devils reach, now you're collecting seashells upon heavens beach.
If you should miss me, hold one close to your ear, so that whenever I say I love you, it's my voice you'll hear.
Adele sang that she'd turn black and blue to make another feel her love, but I'd break every bone in this body for one minute up above.
I'd use every second to hold your hand, and walk beside you upon heavens sand.
We shared a bond that will never be torn, but now it's your chance to be reborn.
I'll get mine one day, just not right now, finally love yourself, I hope those angels show you how.
So good bye for now, to the mother I adore, maybe one day I'll too, not hurt anymore.
Form:
I went to a friend's house just the other day. And
man, I tell you that place I would not rather stay.
The roaches are bad; they take over the place. Let me
tell you the story...it all happened this way.
When it was time to eat, I looked around and what the
hell! This place seemed to be loaded with a bunch of
roach motels.
So we ate our food, for more my friend begged. But
something troubled me, I felt something crawling up
my leg.
It was a cockroach! I jumped up and misbehaved. So
what else was there to do, but reach for a can of raid.
I tried to spray the thing, running after it like a
soldier. It ran into a hole, but peaked out saying,
"This isn't over!"
I went back to the table...that episode gave me the
creeps. But heck I was hungry, so I returned to my
place to eat.
What I saw next put me in a sour mood. A roach was
giving thanks and proceeded to eat my food!
Well so much for dinner, I'll call it a night and brush
my teeth. I flicked on the light and there he was, "So
again we meet!"
"I told you this isn't over," then he flew towards my
face. I ducked and I took off running in a panic haste.
This roach seemed determined as he flew towards me. "If
I don't get you now," he said "then I'll get you while
your asleep."
"Every step step you make. Every move you make,you'll
think of only me. I'll pop up when you least expect it,
count on that, hehehe."
I confronted my friend and told him, "This house the
roaches rule..." I went to say more, but he interrupted,
"Silence you fool!"
"Our roaches aren't that bad..." but suddenly he let out
a scream. A roach crawled in his shorts, now he's coming
apart at the seams.
I was laughing so hard at him that I was turning blue.
Suddenly I stopped laughing, because by my ear something
flew.
It was that flying cockroach, so like a running-back I
ran. This was too much for me to take, more than I could
stand.
I ran out the house and said enough is enough. If my friend
don't want to be friends no more, then oh well, tough!"
This story was a fiction, but this truth may hurt. You see a
roach, there are more, so make a diligent search.
Don't be a victim. Please be safe and whatever you do...don't
let a bunch of no good roaches get the best of you!
It all started at a young age
The love I had for my parents only went one way
They were too drunk to ever care about their own son
Maybe I'm a sucker for pain because its what I've grown from
Parents shouting while drunk as I lay in the corner crying as a baby
Smashing plates, spending their money on alcohol so they had no food to plate me
Got took into foster families never did I feel welcome
Going through hell without my parents to help some
27 foster families before I turned twelve
Sitting in my room alone wondering how can I earn help?
Days spent listening to Eminem at full volume, At night I was crying in my pillow
Hoping for a better tomorrow as I stared out of my window
5 days before I turned 15 my biological sperm donor left the earth
He was never there so It was no loss to me, so I didn't even feel any hurt
Depression came and got a grasp of me and wouldn't let go
Picked up a blade and started self-harming, wearing long sleeves so it wouldn't show
Wearing my Eminem hoody daily trying my best to be him
Social workers and care staff not knowing I was using a blade on my own skin
My coping mechanism caused me to bleed but feel good
Spent a lot of my time wondering what it would be like to feel love
Sleeping with numerous girls at the same time
It was just sex to me even if I told them they were mine
It was the wrong thing to do, but it helped me to survive
I used to want to be rid of the pain, but now I need it in my life
I've become so used to it, I don't know how to cope without it
Addicted to my own heartbreak, my scars are my favourite outfit
5 years clean from self-harm, but I sacrifice any relationship I get in
I'll love the girl, but leave and have her saying I wish I never met him
Push her away, because I can't deal with the intimacy or closeness
I'm going to be judged by a lot of people because I wrote this
If my parents gave me a hug maybe I wouldn't be this way
Maybe I'm like this now, and my happily ever after is just a kiss away
From a girl I'm yet to meet
Who will heal me and get the best of me
But I've got a lot of working to do because I'm a sucker for pain
I wear my scars with pride, because I'm in love with being hurt, it's something I can't explain
That night at the bar you asked me to dance
Singing along we both knew every word
Wondering if there was the slightest chance
That what you said you actually heard
Or if it even dawned on you
How the lyrics to that very song
Fit the two of us so true
Everything I'd been trying to say all along
Was exactly what you were singing to me
As the song went on I found myself lost
Thinking about the us we used to be
Even though I knew the cost
My heart would be forced to pay
And the challenges I might have to face
If in the end things didn't go my way
But in this moment and in this place
None of those things mattered
I just wanted to enjoy what I had at the time
My thoughts running wild and scattered
Could your head or heart be feeling anything like mine?
Maybe I was reading too far into this
But the man I saw in you tonight
Was the man I met and the man I miss
The one that caught my eye at first sight
I saw in you something I couldn’t resist
No matter how hard I tried to fight
I couldn’t escape the urge to be kissed
Even sitting here as I try to write
Over and over I let it all replay
Everything about that night
Has stayed on my mind all day
Wondering what it all meant to you
Or if it’s crossed your mind at all
Wishing I knew your point of view
Waiting and hoping for you to call
Even though I knew better then
Still I guess I hoped it would be different this time
And I let myself get lost in us once again
Pretending in the end everything would be just fine
But I'm only left with more questions than before
Unable to understand
How all these things you find so easy to ignore
All it took was one touch of your hand
And I could no longer think straight
Even as the days have passed me by
I think back to that night we stayed out so late
Can't help but to let out a little sigh
As I realize once again I took the bait
Like a fish drawn to a hook
I find it's myself that I hate
Sometimes I feel like such an open book
Seems like you know just what to do
To get the best of me
When I least expect you to
But of course that's how it would be
And I'd fall right into your trap each and every time
Nothing good ever comes from this
Only leaves me with one more rhyme
As I sit here and reminisce
11/22/21
This is sad, it makes me sigh
Why try to lie?
My guy I spy
That there's more to life
Than getting high
Wasting money and time
To change it, effort is what you must apply
Go ahead roll the dye
You might be surprised from what you find
Make the best of it, before it's goodbye
Good and bad occurring in daylight and at night
For a long time the heart sat on ice
Eventually you got to make a sacrifice
Do what's right, not follow bad advice
Just about everything has a price
But some things don't now isn't that nice
Have you ever had sushi with black rice?
No need to open up
People still at each other's throats so much
Is that a joke or what?
Inaccurately computed
Causing another relationship to be ruined
As they continually feuded
It was convoluted
Being disputed
Still too soon to be concluded
Don't be stupid
And feel so wounded
You got to do better and get through it
Spirit and energy boosted
Approach rerouted
In an area that is moonlit
More than musing
In a life that can be simple yet confusing
Make the best of it, all of your choosing
As a human
Often I brooded
Searching for meaning and cupid
Don't care about a new trend
Regardless of who says
I got a message to send
Getting pushed to the edge
Tying up any loose ends
Shoutout to my few friends
This all gave me a true sense
Of reality nearby a bamboo fence
Can't let any nuisance
Or jealousy
Get the best of me
Let it be
Don't give in to the negative energy
So they say allegedly
Still marching to my own melody
At times it was hell for me
Or it turned out heavenly
Incredibly
It happened intentionally
Or accidentally
Of a similar or different pedigree
Could soon be the end for me
They wished the best for me
Thought less of me
Or hoped I'd wind up dead you see
Always something impacting longevity
Struggling and wrestling
Continually questioning
With thoughts and feelings that are unsettling
No matter if they're meddling
I'll leave them trembling
Quickly disassembling
Leading to the end of things
Nothing else developing
I'm first not no second string
The whole nine including a wedding ring
Regardless of there eventually being a reckoning
To say today has been a strange day would be an understatement. It started off this morning when I went into the den where our eldest cat, Paint, was meowing up a storm. I petted her head a few times and no joke she keeled over and died right then and there. We were kinda expecting it but damn what a way to start the day.
A few hours later I had an appointment to inspect a truck for a family and nobody speaks English except the kindergartener. I pull up to their house and this yard is a mess. Trash everywhere. I see the truck I needed to inspect parked in the yard and the cutest looking little sleeping puppy curled up next to the front tire and yep you guessed it...I go straight to ’selfie with an unsuspecting dog mode’. Here I am kneeling down trynna get the best angle for the perfect selfie and reach out to pet the pooch and this dog is cold and stiff as a rock. Just then the entire family (Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents 2nd and 3rd cousins) pours out of the front door and here I am hovered over their dog trying to explain to a bunch of people who don’t speak a lick of English that their dog is dead. Stupid me is pointing at the dog while pretending to slit my throat...the international sign for your dog is dead ????? The Mexican father reached down and pokes the dog then starts jabbering something about El Diablo and giving me the stank eye. The grandmother breaks out her rosary beads and begins saying the Lord’s Prayer and finally the English speaking preschooler comes toddling out and interprets for me....I didn’t kill your dog! I just want to get the hell out of there so I begin taking photos of the truck. Here comes the funny part. I accidentally step on either a tarter sauce or ranch dressing condiment container and produced what sounded like explosive diarrhea and spewed white looking pelican all over everybody’s pants and shoes. The toddler giggles and I just grin and keep on keepin on. Fast forward to the end of the day I’m digging a hole to bury my cat ‘paint’ and out of the ten acres we own I pick the exact same spot I buried another cat-dog-chicken or chupacabra a decade earlier and there’s bones and ribs everywhere. Anywho I feel like I need a shot of tequila or twelve.
This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
Go mad.
I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with rocks
Until it bled.
I would pick up a pen and write down what it said-
A love letter, a couplet perhaps?
I’ll write whatever-
I want this feeling to elapse.
My ideas were like new babies being born,
One after the other.
They would not give me a chance to
Catch my breath.
Oh no, they just kept coming
Streaming
Crashing
Shining
Like lights discovered in a flowing river.
I sat on the kitchen table,
Held my lucky pen- and waited for the words to ooze out of my soul.
The sink complained,
“Drip, drip, drip.”
I stared at that piece of
Cold useless metal.
As a glass of water stood by its side,
It trickled tears.
My thirst kicked in –
My eyeballs turned dry,
My hair went brittle,
And words I struggled to say
Were stacked to the roof of my mouth.
I bit my dried up lips.
The moment I would sip that holy water,
My guts would cool down,
And maybe,
Just maybe –
Kill this poem,
That was a fire ignited within me.
Drinking water is such an easy task,
May I add-
It is quenching
Delightful
Guiltless
And effortless.
Such is loving you my dear –
The only contrast is that
When I reach out for you,
Strange hands appear and slap my dry palms,
Depriving me from a necessity,
Expecting me to survive -
And make friends with thirst.
When I stand my ground,
And protest,
They finally hose down my need for water,
And bury my head in an ocean of my own making,
Where my words are blurred and unclear,
Trapped in bubbles of murdered justice
That will never pop.
Aren’t they aware?
Don’t they know?
We all need a sip of water every once in a while.
The sun might hurt the petals by drying them out
But the rain visits from time to time.
When will the rain visit me?
Wash away the distress they have caused-
As long as things stay the way they are,
I will have to find comfort and hydration
In the thought of this promised Glass of Water
That shall one day –
Quench my thirst.
Lord one of my problems is letting things go.
When I've been wronged by people I know.
Your word tells me that I am to forgive.
Because that is how you expect us to live.
This is easier said than it is to be done.
Once the wounding from others have begun.
It amazes me how little fellow humans will care.
When they have treated other people unfair.
Is it possible that both sides are wrong?
I am too sensitive. They come on too strong?
You say not to follow the path that others do.
God you are All-Wise so I'll trust and follow you.
Dear Lord, I'm asking if you'd please be so kind.
To help me change my habits and renew my mind?
I've let the actions of others get the best of me.
How to pay them back at times is all I can see.
Lord you know my thoughts, so I'm saying what's true.
Cause me to forgive others in my heart like you do.
This is not how you created me or them to be.
I believe & know you can truly bring change within me.
Help me think as you do, let me not be the same.
I make this request of you in my Lord Jesus's name!
AMAZING! as I'm writing this, you are speaking to me!
I will go look up right now Ephesians Four, one thru three?
Be humble, meek and patient is what the verse say.
Make every effort to be this way each day.
Lord, I know I can't possibly do this without you.
But you did this with the cross, it's the least I can do.
To my children and grandchildren, talk to God at all times.
Tell Him your thoughts and problems, He'll speak to you mind.
Most times for me he answers with a verse from his book.
My heart seems to know it's Him as soon as I look.
I'm no saint. grandpa messes up daily, this I can't deny.
But God will make himself known to those willing to try.
Get up at 3 am, it will show Him you care.
In some way or somehow, he'll let you know He's there.
Have a notepad and bible there is what you should do.
Ask "Lord, please speak?" then write thoughts that come to you.
All throughout the day earthly things have our minds.
Try giving it to God first each day the same time!
Churches push tithing and that just is not true.
God doesn't need money, what He wants is me and you!!!