Long Ignominy Poems
Long Ignominy Poems. Below are the most popular long Ignominy by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Ignominy poems by poem length and keyword.
I am grateful
I was born
Flung in doleful
Ferocious land
Born to face ignominy,
To be deceited
By licentious village boys
Who are only born to ice
I was born a girl
I wish I were not
With abhor
I look myself
Born in threat
Meant to struggle
Their voices mumble
And i'm left idle
My feelings are rose
I crumble
Of course i'm scorned
I stumble
I bled, I lost my dignity
My blood is blemished
I'm violent, up to infinity
No longer calm, I'm into crime
Because I'm female
I was given life.
I was given life,
And I was given pain
Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
Because she was born in pain,
She was born in struggle
Gain more ideas from seeing
Tantalizing, yet, memorable into frame
Vividly exposing the beauty into dream
Garnered a masterpiece, an art, a poetry
Soliloquy is better sight in silence
Focus on the paint brush to finish what you desire.
Gain more faith from hearing
Mysterious, yet, fathomable to the heart
Impossibility is normal but attainable in sight
Everything comes from nothing, from nowhere it evolve
Things hope for, long for and believe into view
Spirit is power, words is the carpenter not void when it came back.
Gain more love from loving
Preposterous, yet, assuming it will work
Affection is a common thing when the heart is giving
Martyrdom it may seem but gain support after storm
Love is the greatest force that Strong Men vow down their knees
Power subdue kingdoms, but compassionate touch melts every raging heart.
Gain more understanding from wisdom
Deliberation, yet, profound ways to victory
Understatement with size, wealth and ability to foresee danger that lurk
Knowledge conquer the world in brevity, indolence and ignorance
Doom, defiance, defeat and ignominy is a thing in the past
Life longevity, career wise, and lasting development is the goal of being wise.
In the shadow of the Second World War,
Fuehrer wanted to augment maritime power
and control the waters of the northern oceans.
In the North Sea he proudly set sail Bismarck,
the largest German battleship ever built.
On maiden voyage off the coast of Scandinavia
she got fiercely engaged with the Royal Navy,
heavily damaged, survived the first battle
in the fateful strait of Denmark,
but was totally crippled by later air attack.
She was scuttled by the German navy,
bringing her brief life to an unceremonious end,
as she committed suicide so to say, and sank
to save herself from further ignominy.
November 6, 2021
Contest : A Noteworthy Ship
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
Life is comparable
To a sports event in a game;
Like a race, it has both
A beginning and an end.
Similar to an athletic match,
Rules are observed by each player;
All are required with certain codes
Of conduct and behavior.
It closely resembles
A championship bout;
Protagonists aim at a precious prize
By fierce fight, going all out.
While the will to win
In their hearts does dwell;
Many yet fall short of even
Getting close to the jewel.
As in the case of a race,
Some runners stumble;
They even miserably fail
To make it to the golden goal.
Those who get dog-tired
Would withdraw rather;
Caring neither ignominy nor pain
They bring on each supporter.
Losers readily concede,
Thinking they did their best;
They reason not the win or loss
But how they played matters.
In life, we're not mere spectators
But are the playing athletes;
Aiming at the glorious reward
At the end of the race.
While there are similarities,
There are also differences;
The fight isn't between runners and us,
But between us and the evil forces.
We cannot afford to lose
In this crucial contest with evil;
Neither can we choose to retreat
From the spiritual big battle.
Struggle toward the finish line,
For there is no graceful exit;
Amid the din and the pains,
We cannot give up and quit.
We ought to shake off the burden
Of sins right in our face;
Run freely with determination,
Let us finish the race.
Come the if and when
All that of me is to be left
Can be placed or fit inside
a coffin or an ashen matchbox
May this i pray my final
wish be
That the prevailing winds
Not only the storm i leave
lesser
But rather pass you over and bye
And leave no trace behind
But a picture perfect sunset
For my loved ones to bask in
and take in
All of life's magnificence and glory
Before it's gone
And would gladly welcome
a chilling breeze cutting a
path right through you
Any feeling at all even if
that be pain or cause discomfort
Anything but this the final
ignominy that death has to offer
Is regret , sorry wish i could
have , should have
Are currency that only be spent
whilst amongst and on the living
What’s my story?
It is brown eyes staring back at me.
It is attention to my mind to my libido
To my nemesis
Which is you
Lying in your own nakedness
Waiting—longing—for me to kiss you
But in my own disillusion I see you as
Me—a fantasy which I love to ponder on—
Us as one
How beautiful it could be
This hidden ignominy—
Immorality invalidating my mortality
With your sex inside of me, my mouth
My body, my all—
Worshipping another triumph—
But in truth a failure
This responsibility of self to abstain from
You I find subtly impossible—perhaps I do
Not yet fully want myself back on
Dry land breathing fresh sea air
Perhaps I still want to live this lie
But then the only answer is to die.
Love that character!
Told it like it was with no barrier.
Called people names when they deserved
a well-deserved acronym.
A detective, he was referred to then,
It was not a PC sin.
Not likto or~be called a low life or a
pig today.
Just shot dead, like pigeons of clay.
Terrified to shoot evil men dead.
But, of course the PC crowd, as ever,
Cheers!
Having lost their heads.Too many beers?
Today a policeman is a little boy with
a weak weapon in a teeny car.
He's watched by the PC idiots in any
move he makes and so....
Criminals run US cities, they murder,rape
and are on the take.
Never would happen if Dirty Harry were
here.
The ignominy of American Movie Classics,
to remove Dirty Harry's best lines.
Whilst the innocent Americans are shot dead
daily.
Ya, thanks, media you lost your heads and
scoured our brains, that now read both
....vacuous and empty.
Your heroes are the scumbags in Congress;
plain lawless and high paid as can be!
Ruining the Constitution with impunity.
They don't have the courage of Dirty
Harry!
They are plain thieves with no guns,
Who take our money and our basic
freedoms with zero integrity, having
great fun.
Sadly, giving all money Americans earn,
to all all whether born here or not,
Shouting......
"Sure come on in from every nation- the
iron is hot! Take all we've got!"
Some Americans do think our country is an
endless honey pot!
Till one day, our children and we will live in
~a country and a place that time forgot!
5/24/2019
9am PST
Please notify poet of any spelling errors,
Thank you,
The seeds of self-destructive strife
Were sown soon after drums and fifes
Extolled success from breaking free
From Britain's aristocracy.
The Constitution's writ accedes
Peculiar Institution's needs:
Proportional House seats would be
Increased counting slave property.
Cross purposes within the cloth
Of nationhood revealed the moth
That slowly raveled fine knit strands
Exposing North and South demands.
Decades of wrongs in faint disguise
Betrayed the truth and broke the ties
That bound the states within one cause
And shattered order, faith and laws.
When reason failed to parlay peace
The rift would steadily increase
And split the nation into spheres
With fighters formed from extant fears.
North claiming states could not secede
Waged Civil War against that creed.
South claiming states had rights innate
Then waged a War Between the States.
Long years saw men in Blue and Gray
Lay lifeless forms by path and way
As armies swarmed then crept from fights
And Death employed its solemn rites.
When South drove north exposing flaws
So foreign States would join its cause,
The North held ground forcing retreat
And quashed Rebellion's last entreat.
And, proclaimed end to slavery,
The by-product of strategy,
Emancipates morality
To confront past ignominy.
The storm clouds of impending fate
From intervention dissipate
And war grinds to a bloody halt
With thousands dead as a result.
The Union came to be maintained
With frightful cost of life sustained
Granting renewal to recast stakes,
Haunted by ghosts of past mistakes.
While time would try to heal these wounds,
Those deep cut scars to this day loom.
From tribulation life resumed:
The body politic exhumed.
Wondering in loneliness,
Things couldn't work well,
Made top up of happiness,
Had a new soldier to repel,
From an axis of reluctance,
Marked with a leopard blood,
You meant a lot not to reminisce,
The future holds no black cat,
Only when a little bed demand a prize,
I revered back to a slavery song,
Till your shadow gets cast on ground,
Millions attest of a great fall,
Voice of memory,...that's all I redraw,
Voice of memory,...brings you right here,
Forget true ignominy I wear,
You're no more furtive,
Your presence made me sensitive,
A knock on a door,
Who might hesitate to respond?
Finally when you came in,my faith rolled,
Anytime you're welcome at home,
The past never broke.
Shut eye tired sun hidden, dark deals are bidden
Crept beneath deepening mystery
Seen by benevolent moon, blatant sins forgiven
White kindness laid table service savoury array
Ghost woven cloth spread mistily
Holds hottest options which daylight won't avail
Atop endless selections, ravenous diner imbibes
Most dishes devoured deliciously
Serene spotted moon smiled fat will never chastise
Night crumbles memory, black chocolate splinter
Kept quiet in ten hour slice of history
Melted by Summer sultry, frozen rose stem of Winter
Jovial diamond jives, moon lake ripple refraction
Dwells in water's waver inconsistently
Told lies transform to truth for short lived satisfaction
Lured by beguiling bounce, harlequin blanket swim
Brings ill considered next day ignominy
Impure intent in obscure of nuit secures sinful whim
8th December
- Wait for starlight surrender -