Long Gravities Poems
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HAVE YOU READ PART ONE YET? IT MAY MAKE SLIGHTLY MORE SENSE IF YOU HAVE {although I'm not giving guarantees.}
I cannot hold thee anymore
Think I'm dyin' and much more
I try slammin' shut the door
Why does time put pressure on us all
I close my eyes so I don't let them fall
An' juggle over my thighs like a marble ball
Struggling to make any sense of it all
I'm caught, staying in a a loop
Of retrograde hoops and renegade droops
Has this verse been pre-rehearsed
This script seems to be in reverse
I crumbled and broke apart in the earth
And tumbled over ribbons of myself
Dumbly I tried to hide the scene
I took some coke and smoked some green
What did it do to me?
Nightmares should only be in dreams
And where or what's that speaking between?
I hurried, I had to flee
Scurrying among valleys deep
With shadows that scream
And caveats that darken
Through these endless fields
Can I please ever leave
My prayers been repealed
Down the white rabbits burrow, the fox does now follow
These critters in winter
My moth eaten wings 'urt
And frost bitten fingers
I fear they want to rape me
Through my screams I burn
My wings aren't holding on
Everywhere I seem to turn
I can't escape myself
I've a bare behind and where are my clothes?
I'm feeling blind as the darkness encroaches
Down, down too high, crashing to the floor
Gravities dragging me through a door
Down, down, as time comes clashing in once more
If I can't stop, I'll fall into the sun
Out of my pocket something flopped
Now what was it that I dropped
That once unlocked can't be stopped
I must jump off before I fall
The sspeed of sssound, remained still out of sight
Three dancers were bound, in chains of golden light
The answers I found, gave me quite a fright
And who's that whispering to me?
There's a reason these corners they all keep out of reach
Colours have drained away like coral now been bleached
But being insane has something new to teach
May you remember the lesson
I need to change the paradigm
Stick the needle in a different line
Now it's alright again behind my eyes.
The bliss has returned, this twist has been earned
As the sandcastles rebuild
From the hour glass that was spilled
And times been all but killed
My heads in the clouds, and I'm gone.
my prayer for the world
am a part of humans
living in a planet called earth
we were once blessed
but now this blessing
has turn curse
the world no longer rotates
in a good shape
cos those from the powers
of darkness
are reshaping the world
destroying our nature
and killing our minds
so I pray oh God protect
the world
my prayer for the world
oh God protect the innocent
from the bad scientists
protect our young from mental
slavery
protect our women
from the hunger of money
protect our air from
evil pollution
is obvious those in power
are not our saviour
is obvious that our intellectuals
our most creative minds
are truly corrupt
even our technology bleeds
radiation to destroy our nature
nothing sims save any more
oh God
so I pray protect the innocent
in a world of destruction oh God
my prayer for the world
destruction I see
invading the world
it is growing oh God
while the so many are asleep
comfortable accepting that
which kills them
gladly adoring the ones
who in slaves them
openly praising the works
of evil
oh God what a world
a world were we are made
just to follow
who ever ask questions
look strange
in a strange world itself
so always I pray oh God
protect the innocent in a
world of destruction
my prayer for the world
open up the inner eye
of the innocent oh God
cos they really need to see
were the devil is leading
the world to
open up the minds of many
oh God
to understand the level of
the evil gravities of devilish lies
that has befallen us in this world
cos the time of redemption is now
we need to be free from fears
so I pray oh God protect the
innocent
guide their part in this world of
destruction
Abandoned
The house, it leans far to the right
But it still looked determined to continue its fight
Against time and weather and gravities pull
Only dreams of the days when it’s windows were full
Of clean clear glass and with curtains with frills
And children who ran through it then out over the hills
In search of adventure and caves full of gold
Through green pastures and forests oh! The stories they told
Cows in the barnyard calling for calf,
Someone in the kitchen sharing a laugh
With the children’s mother while she’s making the bread
And a cat and her kittens search for a mouse that has fled
Under the woodpile for its own safety sake
The chickens and roosters, what a noise that they make
And the cows and the horses add to the din
It was such a nice house for a large family to live in.
Then came the time when they all moved away
None of them wanted to but no one could stay
So they left the house empty and they were its heart
And a house left in that way will soon fall apart
The memories had echoed through the house for some years
But they stopped when the rain fell through the house just like tears
Windows were broken, the door off its hinge
Weeds in the yard, paint on the walls, no not a tinge
The well is now dry; the barn is no more
The tears of the house have rotted the floor
The chimney has fallen all down in a pile
Even the wood of the porch is drawn up in a smile
Windows without glass are like eyes that don’t see
And nothing shows now like it all used to be
One day it will die when the roof is laid low
And into the earth like old bones it will go
It’s so sad to see the house with its sad little lean
With only imagination to show the way it had been.
Form:
Oh Fear The Ghost Of The Past ( A Sonnet )
Sweet the moon when clouds disguise your glare upon sister Earth
But you haunt her like a phantom that never leaves her side
A constant companion as both of you spin through space and time
To wonder if the solar Sun feels the same ?
Those circling planets that it holds within it's burning hands
With gravities pull he holds so tight, to never loses her memories
So it must be for parted lovers to
Erasing such thoughts that cascade through the soul
Like waterfalls in May, the spring of life, that brings forth rebirth
Preparing souls for summers delights
Through beauty unimaginable to human eyes
Yet in solitude the ghost returns, just as in winter, stifling ones heart
Sorrowful the lonely soul, breaking its spirit into fragments so small
Groaning in cries of anguish and torment along life's rocky road
Though long gone, the footsteps of you linger, to never depart
The winds of change try blow to away those footsteps from once you stood
Not to hear the tone of one's voice in starlings morning sonnet
To flee like a fox to it's den in the darkness of crimson and scarlet
But even in rest when eyes are weary and bones ache from strenuous strain
The image of you remains oh so very real
Where shall one hide from your haunting smile ?
Shall it be in death or highest mountains in the sky ?
Maybe the surface of the deepest ocean ?
Why can you not stay imprisoned in the past, to free the future ?
To look into the mirror, it is only you that the eyes behold
Oh fear The ghost of the past!
related link:
http://thearyan.com/oh-fear-ghost-past-sonnet/#.Uw8zvvmeB3Y
escape root
with all this gravities
of life
one search for a
way out
out of the mysteries
of the unknown
always knocking on
the doors of our reality
we always wonder
our why? never has a limit
on our lips full of questions
for every events of shame
in our community is
enough to find an
escape root
escape root
we keep running
we keep escaping
escaping the passing of greed
in our countries
many have gone too quick
to an early grave
many have lost hope for life
many have been long forgotten
in a foreign land
many have been brought
back home dead
all because of escaping
the evils of greed
what an
escape root
escape root
we keep searching
our long search
never stop
for too long
we have been just shadows
dressed in the coats of
brutal colours
in the land of planty
yet we still starve
like we always
have nothing
so this provokes
us to escape
as always we
keep searching for an
escape root
escape root
too many actions
we never wished for
triggers too many
reaction we never
wanted
we never wanted to
be victims in our
own lands
we wish life could
be more fair
so we could enjoy
the benefit of home
for right now our
home burns with
an evil flames
and with an heavy
smokes of brutality
is obvious is clear
so when we try
to quench the fire
the men on the hills
rewards us with
an early grave
they set up the fire
as long as it keep
burning
as long as they benefit
from our pains
so we got no choice
instead to fight
as always cowardly
but never Coward enough
not to keep searching for the
escape root
The facets of this glimmering rock
all catch the light equally true
yet some absorb it with gravities pull
while others reflect, like a mirror would do
some are dark, and have no glitter
next to others that shine near to perfection
what is this stone that is precious, and litter
is this deliberate? what is the connection?
a gem? or an encrustation, to be disregarded?
a piece to display? a bringer of light?
or a cause for dismay, to be discarded?
"this" is the me, i both loved, and hated
both wrong and right, illuminated
out of all the possabilities
how did i use my abilities?
i could have created
has opportunity waited?
i hid behind familiarities
made no difference at all
and ignored destinies call
a future is a thing we make
opportunities are things that we take
not leave
for that i grieve
all the many futures that could be
spread out from now
leading up and down, and how
do i figure out which i'll see
one like the uplifting branches of a tree?
or wrapped in dirt, like the roots of me?
trees grow up, and so shall i
shorn of ignorance of what i am
no longer occupied with getting high
i now see, and fear to believe, the way
things are now, is the way they'll stay
oh God, won't you take my memory
most are dim, from smoke and drink
yet they make my heart sink
i can not stand the indignity!
i must be free, of what i was before
i would be me, no less, or more
i shall pour it all out, to make room inside
where lust, fear, and pride used to hide
i am filled with longing, for belonging
it's spilling out, like water on the ground
i am restless, my spirit unbound
As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....
Now drips from the ambient forest of green
Showers of light reflected, from across the pond
Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts
A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge
Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time....
Ushering these images, beyond the corridores of ones soul
Still waters resurgent; resplendent, upon the silverish blue
Alluvions resillence, painted in criterion before my eyes
Lavishly renewed colours, brushed gently this heart of mine....
Fireflies and butterflies, floating through the turquoise sky
Melodies atop this brilliant canvas', carousels of life ~
But, as the pendulums gravities of truth sway inside my mind
I find myself within a fortitude of ponder; fortified
By the realization that not all is fairytales and or, ice cream rides....
Pestilence of plights befalling millions and who's wrong or right?
Thus in the referendum of self, one must choose and decide
The ways of justice, balanced upon the scales of conscious
Betwixt the pabulums dividing lines of love and hate?
And a poet writes....
Peering across the pond unto the other side
Beautiful faces beautiful eyes, beautiful hearts and beautiful lives
Red Robins sing and White Swans they fly ~
Embracing them all; this knowing; these treasures inside!?
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The forest green....
Form:
One man standing
What is life
Is it the pains
Is it the love shared
Is the just an emotion
Is it full of failures
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
Is it the challenges
Is it the chances
Is it peace
Is it just to work
Is it brutal
Is it fair
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
One man standing
What is life
Is it just about money
Is it just for the women
Is it just to bleed in confusions
Is it beautiful
Is it ugly
Is it just about information
Is it about just to die
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
Is it about wars
Is it about solutions
Is it about just building
Is it only for Humans
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
And this is not a lie
One man standing
I thought of life
And all I see was
Colours and diversities
I saw the gravities of progress
I saw the unity in the air
I saw freedom without no ties around
I saw nature
I saw the blessings of peace
Despite the fire
I saw the rains of hope
I saw a heaven in our world
I saw the waters the seas the rivers
I saw all given to humanity freely
No wonder I can't get enough of life
Cos my spirit my mind my soul
Related alot to my heart
My heart is my world
It enables me to see the real value
Of life
And now am able to bleed with this
Words of wisdom
Despite I can't get enough of life
Still am a survival
regardless am thankful
And my progression attributes to a
One man standing
The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival.
Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities
Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till a grasp,
grips a palm heavy & ten digits stick.
Heaven sent on Godspeed Hell-bound down to stand dim-witted, in await on the Devils' wing.
War-torn legless soldiers tip-toe down the shadow of death.
Then 'Battle Panthers' pounce sunk down well past dawn,
Commence the plan, sharp with a thin edge.
Approach them cold, except.
Accept, Blood flow in the shade of an Assault Machine.
Dust, sleep in those eyes.
Bloodshot and eyesores alike,
litter the land to become paint to my landscapes elicit bashfulness banished to the whitens life behind snowcapped eyes of the irrevocably blind.
Boulders retained locked in pain staking strain.
bare shoulders maintain Bolder in a crushing composure.
In the embrace of enemies,
On the eve' of deceit.
Decompress in a vacuum space, tight, beneath a new peak
a Zizith thread, a Zenith thread.
Found a home where the avalanches' onslaught shifts before rest.
"It's Murder on the Knees".
Got to try it sometime.
If not us then who?
If not now then soon.
Bold Favors; Bold Flavors.
Water
To obey no law, but gravities very
own and harbor so much life; so
much death.
Power in every ounce to sway to an
unheard rhythm danced by only
streams,
lakes and rivers. Yes they feel the
silent melodies handed down from
their
benefactors: the sea, and oceans.
Independent for need of nothing or
no one.
Older than time itself and the most
highs trusted advisor.
Did you know waters devotion to
God is equal to everyone and none at
all?
Equal?
Geez, I’m thirsty. To be drank, wholly
consumed and to come back as you
were
before. Water.
To fall from the heavens and pollute
the earth with your purity!
Who gives you the right to save so
many lives, to keep humanity
dependent on
you?
“Huh”, persuasive you are to use
your elegant beauty to induce men to
believe in
your benevolent colors you behold,
which traps the golden hearts of
men – Yes.
Secret beholder, you are a vow to
never tell when told, to baptize the
soul of
believers, to remain as humble as
the north winds.
A true sustainer you are with an
endearing revelation to all who
listen.
By Terry L. Hillmon
“It is part of the nature of every
definitive love that sooner or later it
can reach the beloved only in
infinity.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke