Long Impression Poems
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Infuriated, with u I am
Hope that I can provoke and irritate u with all the things I'm about to say. As thoughts of u consume me like wild fire racing, teardrops faking, lonesome being, just leave me here bleeding. While lying there I'm finally noticing the cold hearted truth about u in everything u say and do. It's all without meaning coming from you. My example of this is me. Can u hear me..ya you do. You found a devastated woman lost in pain, trying to break free from all my suffering. Advantage of that u took, my weakness u didn't even give it a second look. This immoral game u played with me, knife already there u dug it in deep, I'm fighting to breath. Treating me as if I were nothing, nothing at all. Just a to u is all I was, when it was feasible for u to by. Didn't even realize it til the end, u just needed a place to hang to hide to pass some of ur time by. Telling me what I wanted to hear, all of it lies. Til u got what u wanted from me, then u left without so much as a goodbye or a u!! But not today, not ever again u ed up, scorned the wrong . So here's my conclusion despite all the confusion: throughout all of what you have shown me on who u really are this is the impression you have left me with me so far;
Hey cold blooded "opportunist" with a vile heart and a rotten soul to beat. Maybe not even one at all. You lack empathy from what I've seen. Using anyone for anything, til they're all used up and empty. No cry shall u ever cry, no tears will ever fall from ur eyes. You feel no real emotions to let a teardrop fall. There's nothing in that blackened heart of yours. Only feeling what suits ur fancy and screw everyone else, is how u end things.
WTF is wrong with u..to honestly think I'm gonna let it go, the ed up way u treated me. Na, that I'm ending this in a tactical way u'll see. You've warned, I'm coming, u'll never see it. This poem is done and KARMAS a and in the end u'll be the one needing a stitch. So here's some final words for u to think about:
Atrocious, foul, forsaken, ruined and pathetic.
Until we meet again,
Blast! That is for ur mouth...
People don’t think of you the way that you like
who do you think you’re conning when talking all that ite
blagging everybody you come into contact with
proud of the first opportunity to take advantage of gifts
boasting about your blagging skills as if you ain’t known as a blagger who can’t be trusted with anything always a late giver backer
when the first impression you make shifts to a shady replacement
to never reappear after that first meeting you’re different
and when debts ain’t paid you never blame yourself
you go and point incompetence at somebody else
so it’s never your fault and therefore cannot be helped
treating friends unfair
until there ain’t no one there
because you just don’t care
but in your stories you swear
that you’re selfless and prepared
to save everyone who is facing despair
after blaming the individual for their own fate
comparing the fact you made decisions that they ain’t
because you make the right choices and have superior vision
sounding authentic to those who don’t expect to hear fibbing
and when you big yourself up there’s also somebody digging
and though they helped you back up you forget that as you kick ‘em
saying you wanna help as you continue to hit ‘em
acting like it’s all their fault as you leak criticism
combined with a sad face to ensure the sympathy’s given
because you lost a mate
when they fell into this place
but last month they were fake
and it was too much to take
for now they’re nowhere to trace
as they avoid you with hate
as you remove yourself
from any involvement or blame
and act all confused
saying they must be insane
because to not like you
must mean they haven’t a brain
and then you emphasis this point
by saying they’re the slow train
who you have to help by shining
a light that explains
the simplest interactions
that they take the wrong way
in fact if you speak to your friend
they would be right as rain
as the fact they don’t like you
is their stupid mistake
The narcissist in you evident
cold twisted malevolent
suffering though you’re innocent
from someone far less intelligent
now confused by developments
believing things deemed irrelevant
a friend you’ll save cus you’re brilliant
despite the painful experience
Intimate cushion of your embrace
Eyes open and cocoon was just a farce
Elapsed moment a dream
Present abode like any other place
Absent mortal impression on sheets unwrinkled
Madeup lodging, your absence more pellucid
Arrogance, an escort to rising phoenix
To other's sensitivities, response less jumbled
Swamped in syrup of shattered illusion
Alas, intelligence in shade of celestial govern
Sequences escalate, wisdom unsanctioned
Streamlines quill in a marathon sea of expression
Awaiting the echo of love
One's choice worthy despite your defiance
For even though seems like eons
Still young, vehemence of one's emotions
A taste of air, par horizon
The Impression
The bows are like...
those of a king,
but sadly...
I have lost something,
in the passing.
I waited my turn to speak,
I was respectful,
moral and ethical.
You are a big man,
anyone can see that.
I am not taking that down.
I am thrilled that your words,
have led me to new places,
my feet never dared
to believe I would go.
My heart is happier,
and my true King is near.
I have nothing to fear...
from anyone,
or anything.
Life is change,
and rebirth.
I have been born again.
I have been renewed,
measurements have been taken,
and they are beyond expectations,
not because of me...
because of Him.
I will walk on.
He knows my heart.
My words to you...
unimportant.
Whispers in the air,
just gratitude,
and fair utterances,
of thanks.
Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange
Life begins every day when the sun arises
Mixed with the fire's toast
drinking of daylight
Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky
And you will never feel disappointed
To be born again off you
with the sun setting
Dipping down golden over mountains
Like a soul lost awaiting to be found
A slim narrow smile pearly shines
Awaiting with anticipation
Night closing in as twilight holds a dream
The master's at work
the divinity of a deity
Whispers of a breeze through fir trees
Rusting branches sway dancing freely
Surely created a deep impression inside me
Life begins every day
when the sun takes center stage
A sharp cutting breath hits home
Diamond cutting thoughts invade
Sailing away into another world
The moon and the stars come out in full force
Sharing a daydream as the night closes in
Your eyes carry the sun peaking through the clouds
Destiny living and breathing the same air
Until bliss becomes your daily drink
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 18.10.2015
Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy
Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game
Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much
Chris plans the evening well,
standing under the spell of
Roxy’s second-story window
(taming butterflies)
Cyra too on the scene
is nowhere to be seen
as if hiding in a cloud
awaiting a cue
Chris tosses candied sweethearts
at her window, she finally awakens
Roxy’s appearance is captivating,
stirring Chris’s senses
Surrogate Cyra begins on cue
launching love-struck expressions
Roxy nearly swoons …
Chris starts coughing
Discerning the subterfuge
as coughing Chris chokes
Roxy beseechingly begs,
“Who are you? What is your name?”
Truth undisguised
Cyra promptly replies,
“Cyra—NO! I will not lie …
I am generative AI”
Roxy faints, befuddled
Chris’s words muddled
Thus ends this mad romp—
AI awaits a prompt
"Inhaling the sea -- Lovers in the lap of
nature"
Inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
Early morning going onto the sea bed,
My chubby cheeks blushed in red.
Inhaling the breeze, felt so fresh,
By that time, Remembered my Longlasting
mesh.
That salubrious weather, those scenic
charm,
Wanted you to be forever in my glorious
arm.
Ravishing beauty kept my eyes off.
In this pictersque environment,
Everything all around was happening.
Yes, This was the place where l wed.
Inhaling the sea, feelings came out from
the deep space of my heart.
This is the place where diara and I met for
the first time.
She primed my heart.
Embedded mountains, Turquoise blue
lake,
Don't want to be under impression which
was fake.
Ocean of dreams I had,
But she don't entertained me that was
sad.
But still, She was the Queen of hills of my
heart.
Morning exercise was only the reason,
Meeting each other every season.
Waves reached to its height,
She use to hug me tight.
With the rising sun and falling sunrise.
Holding her from her back,
Beyond imagination, carried precious
moments in my sack.
Trying to cope up long miles of
relationship.
Friction in my soul, asked me to commit
for marriage.
Emotionally connecting the extreme ends.
Feelings of each other bloomed.
Hugging her, strings of heart played in
beats.
Felt so blessed, gave me a feeling of
stardom.
Twilight walk on sea beach,
Soft rays of sun,
Filling empty heart with joy.
Sweetness of breeze,
Blueness of sky.
Wide flowing beach,
Along with a pretty attractive beauty in
peach.
Ohhh my icy sugar, You melt my heart.
In an eternal winter,
Frozen soul wrapped each other.
God blessed and she tagged me as her
kite runner.
Ohhh my Frankastein, I have got dipped in
you.
Red sky view, Flying colour of sun and
relaxed mind,
Stunning beauty, I am sinked in your
lovely eyes.
Best splendid moments I had being with
you.
Holding your hand had made a peace and
harmony of our feeling.
Yes inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
By Madhavi
In defence of visual poetry
If Every- Written Word
Creates an impression
Why must a paragraph
Look like Piece of Brick
.
Words R E A S O N
Words can rhyme...............R
Words & pictures....................H
Make expressions......................Y
For all humankind ......................M
.................................................E
...............................................................<3
..................................................F...........let us
................................................O.....…..all explore
For fun ..................................R............a dimension
Imagine............................M.................as possibility
A speaker.............................................’new literary’
Giving a talk..........................................the words
People taking notes..................................drawing
The outline formed by text.........................image
Resembles the subject being talked ......in…...form
..................................................................in
.............................................................context.
“Cerebral Palsy affects all my limbs -
particularly in my lower limbs, [my legs]
and slightly in my upper arms, [hymns]
…it limits [how far] you can walk, [pegs].
But I’ve been [doing] sport [since a toddler].
I’ve been involved in wheelchair racing
for about seven years [now, old peddler] -
I started in 2009 so I’ve been [practising].“
Isaac is studying business management,
At Cardinal Newman College, Preston,
Having made at King Edward VII, gent,
and Queen Mary School, an impression.
He’s a sprinter and middle distance racer,
And in 2014, Swansea, he won silver, bronze,
In the 800m, then in the 400m - he’s a chaser,
And these were his first medals abroad, songs.
Grosseto came in Italy in 2016, Europeans,
And Isaac swiped the boards with three wins,
For the 800m he took gold, (all are T34 ions),
For the 400m he took silver, for 200m, bronze.
“But I’m looking at the bigger picture. I am
looking more towards Tokyo in 2020 when
I will probably be [having conjecture, ham],
towards a prime age to start [nicely then]
taking on the world.” Isaac is still very young,
And has been disappointed that he’s missed,
Certain monolithic competitions widely sung,
Because of his age, but the future is kissed.
Our senses are activated
The path I walk is not untouched
A path that will never be overgrown
Golden yellow, moist aspen leaf covers the ground
The sun casts its rays between the trees
the whole landscape looks alike a painting
Attention is changing
Are you an autumn person,
you will definitely enjoy this day
A color play that makes an impression
on most people who love nature
The imagination comes alive
Can you hear, the beaver strikes with its tail in the water
The cold has left its mark on nature
Relentless death, is glowing in the wind
The longing, whispering silently through my mind
A fireplace and a blanket are a sure winner
23.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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