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U see me and my boo were ready to do the do
We planned the day
Discussed it thoroughly
I was convinced that home boy really loved me
So it was all cool
I was about to lose it to a incredible dude
There was going to be no regrets
I anticipated his hands all over me
He was gonna make a new woman of me
The day finally came
I undressed him and he undressed me
As the passions ensued
I could take no more
I told him to put it on
He said girl I left them next door
He didn't stop
Doing his do
But I felt completely turned off
I said so go next door
It's just across the hall
He was like nah baby it's cool
I sware I don't got nothing
Let me just put it in
By now I was completely shocked
I shoved him off me
as he tried to get on top
He said chill baby girl next time I promise
I get paid next week
In my head I'm thinking what is this some
kind of weekly installment type of thing?
He got condoms on layaway
Or something
There aint gonna be no next time
Matter fact there aint gonna be no today
I got off the bed, put on my clothes
There simply will be no dipping without a condom
Here we are again
With me with my small voice
smaller still than it was before
Reaching deep into the darkness to find you
to give you my hand and tell you that you are not alone
Here we are again
with me believing with all my heart and soul that I can help you
my voice cracking and you can't hear it
but my heart's so strong
Reaching out
so tired
so weak and yet so willing to reach for you
even in my own fatigue and age
to reach out for you
to let you know you're not alone
it's going to be okay
everyday is such a miracle
do you not see
if you look for how beautiful the morning is
How incredible it is at end of day
the sun sets
and this beautiful sunset
is it not more beautiful than you can believe
is it not worth living for
just to see it
I didn't
I don't want to ask anything more from one day than a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful sunset
and
that I did I do something
I got off the couch I did something
I accomplished at least one thing that I really wanted to accomplish in any day
That's how you survive
You get up and do one thing
One thing at least
that makes you proud
Dishes, laundry, paint something, fix something, help someone, clean something, brush your teeth, wash your hair, anything
and then go on
one step at a time
one day at a time
not like the alcoholics call it but just believe in every single day
Give thanks for your pillow
Give thanks for your sheets
Give thanks for your water
give thanks for showers
do you know people used to only bathe once in awhile in cold water in big tubs...do you have any idea how incredible it is that we have hot water and you can stand in the shower
you want to give up life and yet the reality is if you just stand in the shower in that hot water you'll feel so much better and if you think about how much you should appreciate it
that
that alone is enough to get you through at least one day
Please get through one more day
And then each day is brand new...just one more thing...do just one more thing you can be proud of as the sun sets
Do you over and over cause I think you are incredible
I think you are beautiful
I believe in you and my love has no end
Just like love is supposed to be
Somewhere out here in cyber security space
God gets to say just what he wants to
I love you
A Franky and Spud Encounter
The coach, old and rusty, pulled up at the gate
The horses, portending the schoolchildren’s fate
Franky looked over and thought it was great
While Spud bore a look that said he was irate
But school children grow at a different rate
So different size horses stood calm and sedate
Spud’s not the quickest but must get the biggest
The chestnut he fancied was the tallest and thickest
If he could be first to that rust coloured horse
Then he’d lead the way on the pony trek course
He wasn’t a writer, he wasn’t a reader
But he would show everyone he was a leader
The coach door was open but he was far from it
So Spud shouted watch out, I’m going to vomit
The kids stood aside and that made a clear path
So Spud got off first with a victory laugh
Franky called out were supposed to be taught
Horse riding ain’t easy as you might have thought
But Spud found some steps and he mounted his steed
And screamed when his stallion set off at speed
Spud did his best to regain his composure
With tears in his eyes from wind speed exposure
But Franky yelled ‘Rusty Joy’ easy boy, Whoa!
He’d been here before, which Spud didn’t know
And Rusty Joy slowed and returned at a trot
And Spud acted nonchalant... which he was not
So as the kids stood by the horse they had got
Spud hammed it up... are we going or what
So gripping the reins in fear of his life
If I’m overtaken there’s gonna be strife
Franky called out, you should stay with the pack
Spud yelled, I’m the leader, you’d better stay back
To drive his point home, he dug in with his feet
And Rusty Joy went like a demon on heat
Spud just squealed whoa boy with futile insistence
But soon he was only a spec in the distance
Then Rusty Joy saw some lush grass, good for dining
Which proves every cloud comes with a silver lining
As, rapidly, Rusty Joy came to a stop
Spud landed face down in some festering plop
The kids soon caught up and Franky said Yuk
You’re gonna be rich ’cause there’s brass where there’s muck
You never said you were a horseman: that’s humble
What a good overhead, face first, tumble!
Spud sat himself up against Rusty Joy’s legs
I’m not gonna rest until each of you begs
If you don’t plead good, you’re gonna be dead
Then Rusty Joy’s bowels emptied over his head
Once upon a time in a far away land.There was a deep dark forest and in the middle
of the forest was a road paved of gold that led to a beautiful castle.This is where a
beautiful princess lived all alone her name was Isabella.Every night as she laid her
head down to sleep she would dream of a handsome prince to come and rescue
her.The princess was kept imprisoned by three wicked witches.Their names were
Hazel,Mable,Kara they were sisters and Hazel was the boss.Mable and Kara done
what ever Hazel told them.So Mable's job was to keep anyone from seeing the
princess.Hazel kept everyone away from the castle.Kara's job was to keep the
princess from being lonely.At night fall before the princess went to bed Kara would
brush the princess's beautiful long hair.The princess was so pretty her hair was
blonde and her eyes were sparkling blue.
Kara cared for the princess because she wanted her to always to be happy.In
another castle far away there lived a prince who always dreamed of finding his
princess.One day as the prince was out hunting he came to the edge of the
forest.He got off his horse and began to feel his princess was very close.Just as the
prince had that thought Mable had a vision that the prince was at the edge of the
forest.Mable ran straight to Hazel to tell her what she had seen.Hazel told Mable I
have a suprize for him.As the prince entered the forest a big ball of fire appeared
before him.Hazel.Mable knew it was very important to keep the prince from ever
meeting the princess or they would turn to ashes.As the prince rode around the
ball of fire he just knew there was someone special beyond that fire.
As the princess and Kara were locked in the castle.The princess turned to Kara and
said"I have a feeling someone wonderful is comming my way".As the prince rode
around the fire Hazel and Mable began to turn to ashes for they knew the prince
would have the princess.Kara was not turning to ashes cause she was in the
princess's heart.When the prince got to the castle and Kara opened the door and
their eyes met for the very first time they both felt it was love at first site.Kara
stayed with them forever.They were married and lived happier ever after.The End
The moral of this story is dreams do come true.Teresa Skyles
Form:
A letter to my Mother.
I wish that you could only see the profound effect you've had on me. I'll love you forever, forever my mother you'll be. You taught me how to be optimistic, loyal, and clever. Because of you, I'll know this forever. With that being said, there is a conflict that runs threw my head. You are my biggest influencer, my first teacher, my mother. I slip back to early memories of my youth. Back to where my sideways demons got roots. Please don't cry or attempt to deny what I'm about to say...we both know it to be the truth. I never fit in a proper age crowd, I was grandfathered into your rough and roudy crew. Just a kid, yet grown. my innocent soul was sold to the devil for a modest bid. I was quick to learn what is seen and what's heard you must rid from your head. You taught me the thrill of the thin ice we sled. Who needed school when shoplifting and smoking would make you more cool? I learned to study all kinds of people, seen the rise and fall, the consequences of their actions. For this I am greatful, it made me smart. I kept all of their secrets, it gained me their trust. If you live this kind of life you know having that is a survival tool and a must. My first lesson in loyalty was don't make your mother look like a fool. Keep your mouth shut and you won't blow your cover. You taught me the best scams, how to lie,steal, and sneak around with a lover. And this is where the confusion slips in. I watch you shake your head in dismay, claiming you have no idea how I grew to be this way. You have no clue how I got off track. I feel the tears in my eyes, my heart begins to ache. It just kind of hurts you know, that it's me of all people you betray. I hold my moral ground and keep your secrets still. The pain that you caused me, taught me its best to be ligit, something I'll never quit. There is one question I must ask, I'm sure it has an answer that I will never get. Why is it that I carry your secrets still, yet you let mine be know? How are you so blind that you can't see the emotional conflict you birthed into me? I wonder to myself just what would these people think if they had all the facts, If just one time I let it slip that I was brought up to be this way by none other, my greatest influence was my own mother.
I write this for you far too late it seems.
That the day would come, the sun would set on you
was always just a bad dream, I'd conjure in my head,
late at night while laying haphazardly in my bed.
Of course I found it to be true
and it left me speechless through and through.
You were a friend to me and a Man of God.
You were tired of standing still, so you got off your log.
And when you announced you were joining the army
I was indifferent. I didn't beam with pride, nor preach against it.
I was a pesky mouse with a million things to say, but stayed quiet.
Just what in the world could I do
that would ever compare to the Greatest Sacrifice?
We can't even sit down and talk about it
that's what they mean by the Ultimate Price.
Just how in the world do I honor thee
when I'm convinced so thoroughly
America was in the wrong?
I wish at times I could be like a sheep
and tag along.
Hold my head up high
and see the good ole red, white and blue
waving majestically in the sky.
But I can't just ignore what my heart is telling me.
It's not about taking the day-off and having a barbecue.
It's not about kicking up your feet, basking in the heat.
I respect that full-heartedly.
But with the range of emotions I'm feeling currently
I can't even shed a tear,
it just wouldn't do these feelings justice.
For it is without shame and without prejudice
I mourn the loss of anyone,
not just someone close to me.
I can't put a price tag on lives,
it's just not how I see things.
It's a lie what they tell you, digging doesn't
always get you gold, just grimier dirt.
When someone goes we all point fingers,
but in the end it's only hurt that we feel.
It's a long grieving process, but in explicable ways
some of us just won't ever heal.
Oh how I wish to grab Uncle Sam's shoulders,
screaming, "Wake UP!
We've played your game, but enough is enough!
In the name of God, stop this charade!
How dare you turn a blind eye to so much blood..."
But alas, now is not the time for that - today I'm just sad
when I think of all the life you could have had.
All I know is that on May 4th, 2013 war took her course
and swallowed up one of this world's last great remaining stars.
It's a comfort to me, however minuscule,
that I see your smile on the faces of many,
so you can't be all that far.
And way too early for her night before,
Came banging trucks outside her door,
She wrapped up in a robe to meet the cold
forestry men with the powered saws,
Twenty minutes later the maple tree was gone,
Fifty years of progress shorn
down to a stump that's still bleeding sap,
So should never have been treated anything like that.
Gone is any echo of the morning's strife,
But the mockingbirds still looking for their former life,
Come sundown she'll go out into this February night,
Looking for the freedom of the song that she'll be singing just like sunlight.
She'd finally got a decent job that day,
Then her boss came by and took it away,
And gave it to the office superstar,
She'd understand it's best this way,
She's a real team player, with an eye fixed on the clock,
Only her friend's playful knock,
On her cubicle, to go and get a bite,
Reminds her she thinks, deep down people are alright.
Two kids got off a school bus, she was stuck behind,
One called to the other, and he paid no mind.
She's tired, but she'll go out on this early, darkened night,
Looking for the freedom of the song that she'll be singing just like sunlight.
When she was little, from the doorway,
She watched her mother in the mornings,
Work the colors with her expert hands,
And she never saw the dread behind the smile to spend the day to work the phones
She only wondered if she'd ever be grown up to take the world on, like her mother, on her own.
Now through the window and the winter haze,
She tries to find just one of the sun's last rays,
Its clouded dimming makes it really feel
a hundred million miles away.
And though she'll never this life find the freedom that she seeks,
Sometimes she thinks she gets somewhat at peaks,
But still feels there's much to be done
to try, and just remain in the shadow of the sun.
And the tulips on the table in the failing light,
Bend and turn and wend, each in a silent fight,
She gets her coat and gloves and heads out on this winter's night,
Looking for the freedom of the song that she'll be singing just like sunlight.
Give her her freedom where she finds it,
And she'll be shining when she finds it,
Just like sunlight.
My carribbean summer love
Was Morning sun in the sand
On the sweet Jamaican island
Home of my mothers birth, land.
As I got off the plane,
I knew I was home.
Warm winds blowing on my face.
So, Gentle was the breeze
"Lord have mercy",
whats happening to me?
I went, to my destination
I walked, Down to the sea.
The heart was filled with such glee,
As sunshine, beamed down on me.
My breakfast was filled,
With fresh vegitation.
Ground provisions of every kind.
Fruits from every tropical tree,
It was simply, devine.
The sweetest fruit, I tasted.
Wasn't a apple, plum or pear.
It was a delicious mango,
that even Adams, girlfriend,
Eve would, not share.
I had such, great meditation.
It wasn't, on material things
It was just the lovely feel of nature,
blessing, my surroundings.
The oceans mesmerizing,
Blue Crystal skys, as clear as Can be.
It was so magnificent & amazing,
pure tranquility.
My eyes could not believe.
Lush green landscape,
The sway, of coconut trees.
Vibrant colours, red, yellow and green ,
flowers decorated, my scenery.
The smell of the oceans breeze,
just captivating
I had to stop and ask GOD, is this heaven?
As I continued, on my journey.
The next stop was Dunns River falls,
Streaming, from the river, into the ocean floor.
I climbed each rock carefully,
just in awe of this raw, natural beauty.
Raindrops trinkling, the air so fresh & clean.
I felt so free & alive, thought I was daydreaming
Didnt need a watch, Roosters crowing
Hourly, Tic toc, on the dot, as time briefly stopped.
To marvel, at this creation.
No scientist on earth, could ever top!!
Later that evening, the moon lit my way,
to where, I could hear Sweet Reggae music play.
Everyone was dancing from soca, pop, to R&B.
The rhythmic sounds all around, At a big beach party.
I had jerk chicken, on the beach as fried fish was cooking near
Deliciousness, filled the air
Love was the atmosphere.
Simple living, smiles always giving. No worries or cares,
My Caribbean summer love
true, Happiness, being there!!
Contest. Summer Day
Posted 6/17/13
Falling for you
I can't say my life's been easy,
one thing has helped me get through
from cries in the night to feeling alright
was my dream of me finding you
Lost and alone was my journey,
fruitless my searching for you...
when you walked in, I felt my life begin,
I knew I'd be falling for you
Chorus
I...cant... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
I found myself in Buenos Aires,
I'm not really sure just why,
You got on the train, I thought I'd go insane
I knew I'd be falling for you
We got off at the same station,
we walked to Teatro Colon*,
You disappeared but my vision stayed clear,
I knew I was falling for you
Chorus
I...cant... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
I was just one of the thousands...
who saw you in your ballet shoes,
You leapt on the stage, and my heart flipped the page
and I knew I was falling for you!
I saw you after the show...
seems... you were waiting for someone,
when I called out your name, things were never the same
because you too, knew I was the one.
Chorus
I...can't... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
repeat and fade!
John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2018
* Teatro Colon (Tay- at- tro, Co-lone)
Ballet and opera house in Buenos Aires
His words cut deep like a knife,
Last night, it was as if all the unknown of the world pressed upon her gloomy soul,
His last punches blasted her chin and as well blurred her vision
The love they once had deserted the shores of his heart,
Like the parting crimson glory of the ripening summer sun,
Oops! She was married to a monster in a warmest husband's clothes.
Little Joshua got off the blue school bus,
Looking so sad and depressed,
You see it on his dull face,
Mommy and Daddy have been fighting again,
The roar of the commotion rose to thunder,
He's caught in the middle of it all,
Studies meant nothing to him at the moment,
Thought shook through him in poignant pictures,
A definition of wild whirl of nameless regret.
He has dreams, like every little boy in the world,
But right now his main dream,
Is to talk sense into the father or see him disappear forever.
He was fed up with those angry voices,
And can't embrace with ardor the prospect of serene leisure,
Like he was caught in a frosty thraldom of winter,
A ton's weight of resolve upon his muscles were just far fetched.
The mother's choice didn't work out the way she thought it would,
Alone in the room ruled by a viper,
Memories were flashing like moving images,
She remembered when she held his hands in church,
The pastor read through the scriptures,
Putting words in her mouth,
Maybe what the pastor said was not something that was within him,
She was blinded by the glittery,
Now pains devours the walls of her mind,
Yet, she could not throw out phrases of ill-humor.
Little Joshua came back from school,
He goes up to his room devastated and broken,
There was no point complaining to anybody,
Because Dad's ears were blocked and Mom's heart was already bleeding in anguish.
It's late already,
"Go to bed Joshua"
Mom's voice subtly echoed,
And remember to pray for better days
There he prays for one thing;
God, will you make Daddy disappear forever?
But never knew that Mom still loves the Dad amidst the beatings,
He forgot one can only choose his friend, but cannot choose whom his biological father is.
He woke up in the morning and mom said to him,
Time heals when pain is love!!!
A Stewart Annie Everestus 's poem © 2019