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Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.
She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.
If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’
One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.
But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.
A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.
But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’
A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.
Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’
Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.
And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.
Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…
Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.
Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Jealousy runs through my veins
I know that I have tons of brains
Regretting the fact that I'm so selfish
People don't understand me as if I'm talking gibberish
Pre-ch: Throw all of your flawless doubts
Embrace possibilities that open up new routes
Ch: Bring Me Out of the Dark...
Bring me out of the dark...
Please, oh please, I want you back, just don't attack
For you are my freedom park...
You are my highlight of my childhood memories...you were my candle that lit up the dark
The light in which brought me out of the dark
It brought me out of the dark
Seriously, why do I feel this cruel sadness?
My heart is scorching with impure madness
Back away or I will charge like an enraged bull
My head is spinning like the world around me as a whole
Pre-ch
Ch
Sick of reading poetry that brings me down...it's like dreading the fact that you lost your one and only phone
Wishing I can replace my frown and hang it upside down
Feeling like I've been getting out of hand
Longing to find a true friend who will understand
Pre-Ch
Ch
I lost my writings that meant dearly to me
But, write, I must with a heart of creativity
I remove myself from the comfort zone of tension
It's hard to take head of minor or major correction
Pre-Ch
Ch
I abhor the actions of the prideful man who lacks self-control
Haven't he learned to be respectful in his elementary years in school?
What if the world was overflowing with zealous and considerate people?
Clearly, the world prefers competition over an attitude of gratitude that's nonjudgmental
Pre-Ch
Ch
Bridge: Ooh ooh ooh
For I love you and all you do
I will try not to take advantage of you
If you want my help, I will be there
All of the family's burdens I will bear
I really want to be understood like you
It's hard to find my voice these dark days,
Drowned out in the waves of a million lies
Left with only one clue...who knew...
I would end up like you, but I have sympathy towards you
If we both want freedom and acceptance,
We all must struggle and work together
I know we all feel like our responsibilities double...we should stay true to our divine resemblance
Dispose of all worthless emotions for a moment and be the listener -
No matter what happens,
Light will outshine the dark - the light wins
A simple man, I don‘t need much, I use few words; I’m Joe.
I once framed houses, now drive trucks. That’s all you need to know.
I love my wife and think she’s great, but one thing I can’t stand
She’s got so many things that it is getting out of hand.
Last month I hauled out all her * #^%$ and tossed it on the floor
of our garage because I could not take it any more.
When she came home and saw the mess, I told her: Listen up,
Your clothes take up three closets cause you’re such a cluster * %$#$#
I don’t care if the kids are gone. You don’t need their old space
to keep old clothes that do not fit and shoes such a disgrace.
The kitchen drawers are stuffed with junk that you don’t even use.
You have to clear the cupboards out before I blow a fuse!
I’ve taken all your Christmas crap and boxed it up for you.
It’s now in the garage there with your filing cabinet too.
These books and all the videos you never even play -
We’ll buy more bookshelves for them but throw a lot away!
You’re right. I never help to clean. but I feel too depressed
to wash clothes in the laundry room when I see all the mess. . .
the gifts stockpiled for grandkids; and that junk for holidays . . .
It’s got to be made orderly. Who needs it anyways?
I’m trying to be nice here. It doesn’t have to be
done all at once, but all this stuff. . .I feel like I can’t breathe.
I’m cleaning up my work spaces and then when I am through,
I’m going to redo the porch and uproot bushes too.
That sink we needed to replace I’m finally putting in.
I’m getting a new ceiling fan and also storage bins.
You poets here, this poem I post to keep you in the loop.
My wife can’t be here much this month at this here Poetry Soup.
I know she’ll come here anyway and say that I’m a louse,
but I won’t rest until we both have finished cleaning house!
* These are the expletives I had to take
out before posting because wifey said they don’t
accept swearing here. What a sissy site
For Nathan Dilt's contest: The Opposite Sex
and now for Destroyer~Poet's In the Mood * any poem goes Poetry Contest
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You prayed for my well-being
When you gave birth to me
You weren’t spared excruciating pain
You took that in your stride to give me life
Those were the happiest moments in life for you
Moments you had already experienced twice
But that did not diminish your thrill of
Becoming a mother all over again
You wanted a girl, I came along,
And you took that stoically
After two boys, you were justified
In wanting a girl
But that did not diminish
your love for me
I was left bereft of a sister and
blamed you
Inwardly, foolishly,
for not giving one to me
In my infancy, I made life
difficult and tiring for you
You took that as a challenge
and gave me the best childhood
a child could ever get
Yet, which child is satisfied,
I asked for the moon
In my growing days, you were
my source of boundless energy
Yet in my failures,
I always took refuge
in blaming you for my lethargy
You took my selfish behaviour
with a wry smile
And put it away assuming it was
an adolescent’s innocent guile
It was not as if you pampered me
and didn’t spare the rod
Whenever you felt matters were
getting out of hand
You took control and spanked me
to show who’s boss
And when I sulked, you smiled
and offered me candyfloss
As a young adult, I began
to understand your sacrifices
How dame luck connives
and throws life’s unfair dice
You helped me conquer
my every weakness with flair
And taught me the value of
dealing with people fair
You were always there when
I needed you the most
Now, that you are not there
I feel inadequate and lost
I am learning to live and cope
like a hapless child again
Hoping time heals and I shall
my confidence regain
Mamma, I salute you
For the way you restrained
And sustained me.
May your soul rest in peace.
"What"
(Hook)
Call on God
Its not hard
Call on God
Its not that hard
My name is ?
And i am thirty
We living in a world
That's so dirty
Everyday we turn on the tv
A family on the news pleading
Who shot my son
Who killed my daughter
Who will help me through the troubled water
No answers not a plan
People dont understand
Its really getting out of hand
Chorus
What is going on
Where did this world go wrong
We had a father who love was strong
He gave his only son
For all ,and we don't want to call
The one who will stop the fall
Its true
Why dont we have a clue
Verse 2
He's able yes of course
So why do we abort, our lives
Dont you have the prize
The prize possession
Its like a grammatical correction
People out here judging by complexion
Afraid to be them afraid of rejection
Instragram be on there flexing
Living your best lie
Making others feel worse
So they cry
Stop rewind stop putting faith in mankind
And you'll be better
Its this thing called getting it together
What can you do
When life throws itself
At you , you stand
Give it your all give it all you can
Chorus
What is going on
Where did this world go wrong
We had a father who love was strong
He gave his only son
For all ,and we don't want to call
The one who will stop the fall
Its true
Why dont we have a clue
Bridge
What is the problem
What's going on
Do you know the difference
From right or wrong
What is the problem
Whats going on
Do you know the difference
From right or wrong
Chorus
What is going on
Where did this world go wrong
We had a father who love was strong
He gave his only son
For all ,and we don't want to call
The one who will stop the fall
Its true
Why dont we have a clue
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
8/31/2018
"Tell me how you feel,
Cause I wanna know "
It's all we left to say once another one goes
It's sad ?? we taking count once one is gone
And its even harder taking into account when they alive
Cause we've grown so tough we hide our pain in
Only for it to consume us like the darkness it is
And we left with more questions than answers
We've lost too many to it already
But still some more go, deep they sink
And for sure something is wearing them down
But we too busy to see it,
It's like a rolling stone that's too fast to get hold
Like a habit thats now getting out of hand
It's a sad tale we keep telling ourselves
A story that no one wants to read
With communities viewing it differently
With people taking different sides
While all that's happening is we stalling
Not actually dealing with what cripples us
I feel that maybe if things were different
Where we'd share things and get an ear
Where no body laughs when you make a wrong
Where a kid is taught its okay being just the way you are
Instead of comparing kids to what we think is right
Cause some battles are better fought right from the start
Listen more to your kids as they talk
Listen even in the silence of their actions
Create time and just enjoy time together,
Instead of always wanting to know what it's in their life
At times all they need is the warmth and comfort
So that it comes from them to actually share
Let them know it's okay to have moments of weakness
That it's okay not to always have it
And that at times things might go wrong
Show them how to deal even in pain
That there's always a right side that's left
For even storms come to pass and it shines again
The PO£T
Looking ’round it is sad to say,
we who think that we’re so advanced,
that cults are growing everywhere,
it’s really getting out of hand.
They make people think insane things,
out of touch with reality,
leave them unfit to face the world,
and all of its uncertainties.
It may be that nothing will work
but giving them all a hard jolt,
to break the veil of lies they’ve built,
to free them of these brutal cults.
You see the ones who worship Earth,
claim that the world is gonna end,
that humans are of no great worth,
that fish are just the same as men.
Endlessly say, ‘It’s getting warm,’
and think that it’s all humans fault,
point out the sun, ocean cycles,
ice age mechanics, they just balk,
and demand that we don’t heat our homes,
demand that we travel nowhere,
treat oil like it is Satan,
his carbon going everywhere…
You point to glaciers that still grow,
that carbon levels off quickly,
do they stop and examine it?
No, the shout like its blasphemy.
You note that volcanos dwarf us
in spewing carbon they so fear,
the oceans too release much more,
holes in the theory do appear,
Does this cause them to stop and think
if science is what they value?
No, they just scream out, ‘Denier!’
then go online to cancel you.
Ignore the people that would starve
if oil went away right now,
forget the tech that they all use
would end if plastics weren’t allowed.
It never was science to them,
just a cheap religion-substitute,
find meaning without doing work,
claim you’re moral and appear good.
They’d take us back into the caves,
render our species void and null,
this pseudo-science Earth worship
is just rebranded pagan cults.
CONTINUES IN PART II
I feel like giving up…
I don’t know why, I just do…
I just do…I feel blue…
Wish my eyes were shut with the finest super glue…….
I am like two deserted lands…
No one seems to understand where I stand
I am but a broken cup…
In your quivering, shivering hands…
Things are truly getting out of hand…out of hand…
Lament and doubts dripping with morning dew…
I just feel so blue, so through with you,
Always hurting me with rue…
Who knew…who knew it was true…too true to be true!
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You hurt me to the deepest, narrowest core
You try your hardest and best to slam the door
So that I can feel your abandonment, It’s still with me…lingering inside me
You meant your rejection and desertion unfortunately, sadly, cruelly, and mean-spiritedly
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
I felt your cruel, but true rue
Such true rue I felt
When you left without a clue
You made me melt…
Like an ice cube, left in the sun for far too long
You were gone for so long!
Can’t really seem to belong…
I felt it so out of the blue…
Felt your cruel hatred and unnecessary dread, doing me wrong, yes, doing me wrong
And you knew all along…
That I am alone among…
Your crowd of remorseful happiness and fake contentment…
I am overcrowded by your twisted bliss and sick resentment…
It’s way too true to be true…
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
Getting rid of the madness and sadness and insanity
That once hid inside me...right in plain sight, you see?
Saying my goodbyes to the goodbyes you bid..
Abraham Lincoln saw it happening and tried to stop it…a nation getting out of hand
he knew a house divided against itself would not be strong enough to stand…
Today we are a country divided..no longer are we whole
America…which was once a melting pot…has somehow lost her soul
Our country was founded on the concept of freedom; it is at our core...our very heart.
yet this freedom…to be different…pushes us further and further apart.
Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Protestants, yes to guns, no to guns, Straights and Gays.
Black and White, Rich and Poor--we’ve allowed our differences to lead the way.
This in itself is not a problem, our differences make America a more interesting place
The problem arises when our differences…we fail to embrace.
And when I as an American think living in the land of the brave and the free
means accepting as Americans only those who think and act like me.
I use to feel on the 4th of July…we could put our differences aside
and for one day…one moment…become a country unified.
But I no longer feel that way…for even on the 4th of July we’re not a country unified
we remain a country divided…the gap has grown too wide.
I used to love the 4th of July…as fireworks lit up the sky
when I thought of what this day meant…tears would fill my eyes
During this year’s celebration it was Abraham Lincoln’s words I was recalling
and the tears I wiped were for a house divided…and a country that is falling.
But I cling with hope to other words Mr. Lincoln said
knowing freedom would be filled with lows…and highs
He said:
I am not concerned that you have fallen…
I’m concerned that you arise.