Long Hang around Poems
Long Hang around Poems. Below are the most popular long Hang around by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Hang around poems by poem length and keyword.
Word Lyric #9 for Music
“Testimonies of Old Hippies”
We are still traveling by the speed of mind,
We’re the old freaks, and survivors of the great Be In,
Winsome hippie girls, now old and still kind,
Play pan flutes with feathers glued to their skin.
We were there when Joe and Jimi stole the big show,
With their mythic renderings cast in vinyl stone,
What was it? Where are we? We did not exactly know,
Janis and Pete and Alvin Lee lacerated the night alone.
And we heard The Bear boogie on down the wooded road.
Some of us saw magic mushrooms smiling on a giant toad.
Richie Havens and Carlos Santana let it all fly as we sat there,
Far away into mind space, their epic explosions resounded,
Electric guitar hysterics with screaming rants compounded,
We were all laid to waste there, in the rock n’ roll blare.
We old freaks still travel by the speed of mind,
Old dudes, and hippie girls hang around and are still kind,
We still secretly toke at midnight, all of us with the ghosts,
Of Joe and Jimi, when they sliced the sky, before that vast host.
When I was just a little boy, my mother said to me
"Since birth I've filled your heart with love, to give away for free
So be a cheerful giver and it always will come back
Just spread it everywhere you go and love you'll never lack"
It made me kind to everyone, I always wore a smile
Never met a stranger and I'd go that extra mile
There always were so many friends, that liked to hang around
Until one day I met a girl, who stole it and left town
That first heartbreak, oh how I cried, felt all my love was gone
Found out my pride, now hurt inside, for being strung along
Angered by rejection, to this day still have the scar
Right when I thought my life would end, a whispered, "There you are"
I hung my head to hide my tears, my mom sat on the bed
She softly said, "It'll be alright", then gently raised my head
I saw her tears fall from her cheek, I asked, "What are you crying for?"
She said,"These are a mother's special tears so you won't hurt anymore.
I saved these tears, just for this day, I knew that it would come
How love can up and walk away and leave your poor heart numb
These special tears will mend your heart, they are called mother's glue
Then fill it up with love again, then you'll be good as new
You'll not forget just how it feels to take and not to give
These tears of love will last you now as long as you shall live"
She wrapped her arms around me and her tears fell down on me
Each time since then, my heart's been broke, her tears are what I see
by Daniel Turner
It's hard for him to buy a gun--
He's already got a rap sheet on him
His driver's license is suspended--
So he borrows one...
His clothes are grubby; sometimes he smells bad
Teachers make fun of him in the staff lounge
Other kids tease him behind his back
But he knows...
He can always hang around the south parking lot after 10:30 a.m.
The security guy goes around to the north lot for about 45 minutes then
Look! --a car with the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked
He slides into the driver's seat...
It's 11:15 now. He drives over to the north lot. He's got 45 minutes in here
He sees the knot of kids at 11:47 a.m. They're heading his way
A fiendish howl wells up within him ~ It sits behind clenched teeth
He ducks down under the steering wheel. They can't see him
EEEEEE! A screech of tires and he's on them instantly
~ a tiger on its prey
~ they freeze
~ they're roadkill
~ BAM! He's got 'em
Headline News at Noon:
Four dead, three injured critically, including suspect
at school in sleepy village hamlet...
May, 2018
Form:
We are the suicide boys
One day we fly
The next we die
We are the dreams than never get seen
We are the dead end traps
Wrap your mind around the ideas
Of too much contemplations
With no destinations
No place to belong
No place where we can sing lullaby songs
Other than our suicidal dreams
No place to scream
So we hang around
Headless dancing bastards
Mindless souls tell no tales
The forests stand majestically tall
As we hang from limbs
Of ancient trees
Raindrops fall
As we are left hanging around
The suicide boys
The train stations sit silent
Paris streets sit empty
The forests echo our screams
White laced angels dance overhead
Yoga moves save not our hanging heads
We all had sad hearts when we were young
We all had suicidal dreams
Fantasies that kill you, if one dares
Never ask
Never tell
Suicide boys hanging from the trees
Musical killings drifting in the breeze
Our songs will echo long after
As we are left hanging around
We can’t breathe so set us free
From hanging trees
The suicide boys
Of 1983
Inspired while listening to this video
Magic Man - Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yteXdnQQSUc
Kitty Cat and Freddie Dog were on a merry jaunt
They were always together, a compatible pair, jocund
As they strolled along, they had found
In one corner of the compound, a raised mound
Curious to know what was hidden underground
Freddie Dog sniffed and smelled all around
He started digging by and by and had found
A mouse living silent, home bound
Freddie persuaded him to come out to the ground
But seeing kitty cat, he was afraid to come around
He thought they were planning to surround
And feared, cat would jump on him like a hound
To dismal thoughts, his mind was bound
And in terrible agony he was drowned
He knew a cat was a rat’s enemy, renowned
Right at that critical moment, their master did descend
To take them home, not allowing them to hang around
Mealy mouse so relieved retired to his home underground
Placed First
April.21.2022
Nursery Rhymes . 3. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
How I pine for those carefree days when I was seventeen!
I weighed a mere hundred twenty pounds and was rather lean!
I thought I could mount an Arab steed and conquer the world!
Before me bold adventures beyond the horizon lay unfurled!
In my precarious youth I never dreamed of growing old.
I assumed I'd be seventeen forever, truth be told!
But suddenly in the blink of an eye I was thirty-five,
Then I reached fifty, so stealthily did it arrive!
I hardly turned around and suddenly I was sixty-five.
Grandson Zach exclaimed, "But Grandpa, you're still alive!"
A reward upon reaching that exalted rung of maturity,
Was that I became eligible for medicare and social security!
So quickly did I reach the age of seventy, a septuagenarian.
I might as well hang around and become an octogenarian!
Though I enjoy the privileges of the golden years, forsooth,
I'd much prefer the unpretentious days of my youth!
Oh, feckless youth, how hastily thou wast spent.
I clasped thee to my bosom and was so content.
But anon you abandoned me much too soon.
I really think that was so inopportune!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Word Lyric #8 for Music
“Living Ain’t Breathing”
Never mind the dead flowers, and the beige coffin,
We all sit here and eat burnt popcorn quite often.
We lie around and pretend we’re alive and kicking,
No sense in moving; we already gave life a good licking.
Now we play games in the darkness by the candle light,
We seek momentary bliss in the shadows of the numbing night
We peer and squint and gaze at the dirt from above,
We squirm motionless inside ourselves like a melting dove.
The dead around us are forever speechless in their wreathing,
They blink madly at the thought, that living ain’t breathing.
Never mind the drooping ferns, and the open coffin,
I have been sitting here, and dry heaving, quite often.
I just hang around and pretend I’m okay, though alive,
The dead cannot hear me; their pleas I cannot revive.
My soul reposes there, inside the bronze cushioned box,
As the face of my eternal love, though dead, still talks.
Escape is worthy from the endless flow of days and nights,
From the forever glow of a million incandescent lights.
The dead around us are forever speechless in their wreathing,
They blink madly at the thought, that living ain’t breathing.
The man at the counter was so nice HE DIDNT ID ain’t that something new?
I wanna hang around with you
I wanna take a trip around the moon and forget who I am every now and then
It’s kinda funny when your hands shake hard but I want to hold them
I wanna hang around with you, no telling what we’ll do. Cause I can’t breath or feel my knees and i know it’s cause I’m anxious but my brain says it’s cause you’re reckless and beautiful
Ain’t that something new?
I wanna hang around with you. I wanna hate your life too, don’t ID me if you wanna see me the way I know you do.
A weird kid, full off conspiracy
I wanna hang around with you
Form:
Like a frosted mini-wheat there is always two sides
As they will continually compete for in whom one abides
Oh that kid side is there but that grown up is there too
But these are not a pair in fact the exact opposite is true
The child is so impulsive especially when the adult is not round
He just wants to live and he doesn't care about being found
But the adult is very different as he has grown over the years
In knowing what is meant by experiencing those same tears
So rarely do they meet this odd couple that is forever within
Each finding it hard to compete as Glory doesn't hang around with sin
It's like they take turns especially in not being the vigilant adult
For the little kid will always yearn which I so often try to holt
But that's where God's Grace comes in and He takes control
Smacking his grinning face and therein securing your soul
God knows your every grain and He knows your exact oat
Hey kid, stop being so vain, shut up, sit down and just take note
Here I sit on Julie's couch
Yeah, I know I've gotten fat
my tummy has become a pouch
I'm not on a diet... I'm a cat!
My black mask is always in place
I used permanent Indian ink
to draw it on my beautiful face
You can't see my eyes when I blink
I'd like a little privacy, if you please
while I'm grooming myself today
If you hang around you may sneeze
when my dander floats your way
Sometimes I chase my fluffy tail
I've heard it said that cats do that
but it's such fun and I never fail
to be victorious in our cat spats
I'm a feline Bandit, and love my home
and Julie is the greatest mom to me
I have no need to wander or roam
I'm right where I'll always want to be
November 7, 2017
Picture prompt contest