Long Grouping Poems
Long Grouping Poems. Below are the most popular long Grouping by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Grouping poems by poem length and keyword.
Millennials standing most assured
need no knowledge of the war
Too evolved, won’t be anymore,
Yet lessons prevent they ignore
For war was long before their time
and now all are living fine
how or why not on their mind
assured all war is left behind
Oh how dumb and naive they sit
refusing vision to help predict
unlearning our repeated habit
as though a choice to conflict
See war is not always chosen
the survivors are not selected
War is a need to oppose them
Survive or naturally rejected
Every century, every place,
every grouping, every race,
every intention, every faith,
war returns, war we face
And war will kill the ignorant
wipe them out so fast
ignorance to war and,
it’ll be your last
You won’t evolve just follow circles
overtime repeat resurface
think you’re clever, just a circus,
your attitude, your life, surplus
They who think they don’t need war
will perish and be no more
refusing know-how ignorant course
destined to lay dead on floors
See war is not what we want
but it is what we do
stop being a millennial pons
unintelligent and screwed
Grouping here to plan retreat,
the redcoat officers smelled defeat:
the boards complained beneath their feet,
on entering Wright's Tavern.
They game was up. They understood.
All that remained was noise and blood,
and limping back as best they could,
the fifteen miles to Boston.
Pungent smoke and powder smells,
irregulars' derisive yells,
and fifteen miles of living hell
now stretching out before them.
The King's Own's torn, depleted line,
drawn up before Wright's tavern sign:
this sight would come back to the mind
in years to come, in England:
But now, the urgency was such
that no-one pondered very much
on Tyrant George's loosened clutch:
plans needed improvising.
Back east the shattered remnants flowed,
along the Cambridge Turnpike Road,
to quit the New World for the Old:
America was rising.
Humanity has just a handful of races
Real, quantifiable genetic differences
Based on evolutionary adaptation.
The rest of us are just a mix.
Not long ago you got bonus points
For “passing as white”
And now the bonus points come
With being identified as a minority.
The ultimate way to classify us all
Would be through genetics.
So instead of a self identified
Or externally observable grouping
We’d get a number of percentage
Which would go into our digital ID.
This would be most accurate
But also most absurd.
The alternative would be
To finally get beyond race
And simply call us, each,
A human.
(10/25/25)
Vintage Retro Period
As for our periods of furniture–
not sure if Vintage Retro's one!
However, since I spanned so many years,
it seems to me this should be done!
My influence can still be seen in homes.
Some people often think it strange,
to cling to my old Vintage Retro look
and never want to make a change.
So pleased my unique period ruled well –
for thirty years I did endure!
My decades had a flavor of their own–
so powerful was my allure!
My special time was dominated by
the colors green, orange, and gold;
Formica, Lucite, vinyl, walnut, chrome –
outstanding – very sleek and bold.
My Vintage Retro period – well-loved
by most – did fade away, its true.
Still Retro-furnished homes are so enjoyed
by visitors who get a view.
My long-remembered items bring a crowd
at Vintage Retro store displays!
The prices paid are unbelievable –
so pleased I'm worth much more these days!
To prove my point, you might take time to see
the photo grouping up above!
My Vintage Retro gems still grace their home
forever more for them to love!
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Contest: Punctuation Personified
Theme: Period Furniture
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 10/06/2015
Note: Vintage Retro means actually made in '50s, '60s or '70s
The term Retro by itself can mean old but also newly made to look like old
Vintage Retro includes: Mid-Century, Mid-Century Modern, and Danish Modern styles
4/1/17
Flowers blooming
Spaced out or in a tight-knit grouping
All around things looming
In space objects still or moving and zooming
Birds pluming
And other animals grooming
Downloads queueing
Electronics in need of a rebooting
Or powering off, to enable cooling
Below, on and above the roofing
Toxins spewing
And other particulates polluting
Some of which are made for fueling
All weeds were removed by uprooting
Trees and bushes getting a pruning
Especially any areas that are drooping
There's just no excusing
You'd better stop snooping
And assuming
As well as tooting your horn
Or ridiculing the poor
What the hell are you fooling for
When deep down, you know you could be doing more
Ocean life caught by fishing poles, harpooning
Or cage using
Die hard fans rooting
Or booing
Times of booming
And continual losing
Certain insects and people cocooning
Humans continually feuding
Suing
And fuming
As if there is something they want to be proving
Major scale jobs, including
A lot of or very specific tooling
Drugs and alcohol others may be using
And possibly abusing
In the right conditions, water pooling
Near and far from any rocks protruding
Live a life of your choosing
Continue pursuing
Knowledge, and ways of improving
With or without musing
By: Dalton Ogletree
There is little love here
We are all just giggling gossipers
Seeking praise from one another
Why do I resonate with such plastic truth?
How can I empathize with an evil flaw?
We are all stupefied mortals
Strung in with the same strands of death
And even if I wanted,
I can never set myself apart from that
Unifying fact "We all have issues"
Yeah, drag me in with your empty exhilarations
Your grouping condensations
Look me in the eye when you say it
Make it personal
Make us all laugh
Make us all hide
But we cannot deny
It's a human thing
We are sorely universal
And there may be love to be found here
When we lay all these truths down
So smile on
And sail the next one
Onto the open sea
To sink alone.... Focus on the next
So the other star seems less bright
As you burn on just a little longer more
Only to die in the same waters
In the same engulfment of reality
When you know longer can speak
While some other unreliable fool
Tells your story
To other loveless fools
October 16, 2018
Target via advertising
Stupid firms and stupid brands
Because such generalizing
Does require intercept
For the influence of moron
For the psyches thus offense
Does perform defense the function
Very real thus defense
Maxwell color wheel invention
Wasn't meant for purpose this
Any act will have redemption
Suck it activism for peace
Hex my wheel is much more nicer
Isn't purposed for the firms
Neither chips or AI models
Eligible for the use, THUS DROP
No one alive is entitled
For ownership of this
For creating definitions
For your stupid quantum keys
Up your ******* shove your polynomial
Find your system in ruins
If the GAWD was up for nominal
Grouping units would be this
Saint neuron and thus saint atom
Saint Ski Wiper and Saint Flame
Real Cyber Force ain't phantom
Kate alone not all this say
I don't like your clone, the stupid
I don't like you stupid farms
Phantasy is arch of cupid
Says the very real ARMS
Every pair needs reapair
Every nail hammer demands
Crates of screws, crates of potatoes
Armed the forces is Supply
See how clever play I memory
Like the mouse with cat plays
Very special super system
Building Kate produced thus lays
Lays the basis
FOUNDATION
Logic, ethics, levels, ranks
Ought to combat degradation
Cyber special pie the bakes
Department of Army deficiency
Departments of Government stall
So much for the moron efficiency
So much for the
Because they use AI for fraud
Path does away from GAWD they trod
But Military must produce the lie
This wisdom knows each very clever spy
*** THIS WEEK ***
(“If my doctor told me I had six minutes left to live, I wouldn’t
brood. I’d type a little faster.” Isaac Asimov)
The sliced portions of this week
Collapsed, an almost eloquent fall
Into a slow-motion slide
Of morsels
Then, still unnoticed, on into
The soft blue crystals of
This week’s ending — being
Merely a measure of the journey’s recipe
For this grouping of days — thus…
I now see their floating,
Their flour-misty cloud descending
Through a sieve Life quickly set
Over time’s mixing bowl, wishing
To gather anew
A batter for next week’s
Offered cakes.
——————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 5/19/22
With thanks to God
Britishness was fairness
Not bothered about race
Jokes that didn’t careless
taken with good grace
We didn’t take it serious
religion got a drilling
there were no inferiors
when there was derision
everything was personal
no grouping in together
words were never worst of all
a bantering endeavour
people got all sensitive
they were not integrated
it would have prevented it
now all we hear is hatred
accusations and censorship
from humour and free will
well I say you should get a grip
we don’t care how you feel
Imported with these people
a way that is not ours
deport yourself it’s simple
if words are giving scars
we don’t need to make the great
let’s make Great Britain British
it takes care to discriminate
you’re the victim of your image
I KNOW YOU, you're me because I am you
I know in the dark when you think No one is watching, in your head you question !!
In feeble struggles your weak mind tries to remember, too bad its an unfit muscle!! You should have exercised it, you should have thought more!!
I know you silently ask yourself:
"Where am I,
Who am I" No, you ask yourself
"Who am I really"
"Who can I ask? You silently ponder!!
Well you can't ask me and you can't ask us!!
Somewhere in time you lost yourself and you pretended to be a sheep and flocked along with the herd but now you're truly lost,
You lost your individuality and now you don't know what you lost because self to you doesn't exist. you walk, look, act and talk like a flock, we can't tell you apart
So they too must be lost, they cannot guide you! so now you wonder who is herding, who is grouping you? Who is numbering you?
Could I be him? Maybe you're different, Do you think we're alike?
Am I different or am I insane? If I'm normal then you're not
Somehow you long forgot where you misplaced your driving purpose, now the confused media is your driving deities.
Who where you before this world made you a number?
Before it programmed you all flock, fleet, herd and all prey to this disease of the mind, this insanity cloaked in normalcy
Does time mean anything to you, or are you too busy to listen?
what do you live for?
For in shadow in the stead of you truly living you choose to simply exist.
Do you know where you're herded or you like just being so much that you flow with tide. You shall rue this precious time you wasted dilly-dallying
I know tomorrow you will not have lived nearly enough, you'll wake up depressed and think on giving up and wish for an end and when the end comes, I know you'll wish you had lived for what truly matters.
We're not sheep, we need not be herded by men. Open your eyes see and believe , listen intently and truly hear to understand. Swallow this sour pill it is truth, its both bitter and sweeter than lies. Follow your heart ask for insight, use your mind, its a useful muscle, deeply breathe in today and make a vow to yourself to truly live.
Form: