Long In time Poems
Long In time Poems. Below are the most popular long In time by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long In time poems by poem length and keyword.
There is a women in some photos that belongs to me,
And although she’s not here no more she’s all I long to see.
She may have become a stranger to my current life, but I know
that somewhere out there she too is living my life.
The lady in these photos, has managed to control my world,
And all that I may go through I know she sees is right.
The lady in these photos I carry along with me,
And though she’s now a memory she still belongs in time.
The women in these photos is one I always miss
And even on my darkest days I know that she is here
She doesn’t judge what is done or even what may be
All that she cares about is that a smile stays with me.
The women in these photos is my best friend
And she’ll never be a stranger as in my heart she remains
When I meet this women again on a day that she decides
I know of all this id learn one thing was for certain,
My world had been guided by the women from these photos of my life
You are leaving
the nest
in the spring
of two hearts
intertwined
to sing
flying back
to the north
cause you're strong
defiantly to survive
on your own
midday shadow
black veil
of dawn
rose fragrance
perspiring
through thorns
in the north
will you shiver alone
yet another
in your nest
will find home
love debt in time
will melt
to an endless sea
of regrets
with wailing
returning to sand
to an empty nest
you heart
never left.
A whisper
as from living dead
by ear of the heart
only heard:
smile to me
love said
don't be sad.
Fifth Place Winner-Sotto Poet: Between Here and Eternity-10/4/26
Brian Strand Contest 1265- Fifth place winner
Constance La France: Writing challenge-E words contest- Third place winner.
Brian Strand Contest 1199- Honorable Mention
Inspired by a moving storyline in a show. There is no greater loss than the loss of a child. The only thing worse is how they died.
Two parents grieving
By Michelle Morris
10/04/2023
Two parents grieving
Cutting each other to shreds
Raw emotions like shards of glass
Blood and bone everywhere
Lonely and stuck in place
Two shadows under one roof
Hell is a safe haven
For the burning desires of revenge
Moving on is so logical
Acceptance is therapeutic but unlikely
Revenge is dark and enticing
It keeps us alive and focused
When will we move on?
Can we ever move on?
Life out there moves on
And yet, here we are - frozen in time
Time is meant to be a healer
But it is merely ticking away at our torment
Each day is another reminder
That he is gone forever
Divorce seems like an answer
We won't need to see each other
A constant repeat of emotions
So many memories that rip us apart
Two parents grieving
Cold and numb and alone
No longer able to communicate
Sorrow hangs over us as a life sentence
When a child is murdered
There are no words or deeds to soothe
Raw emotions like shards of glass
Will continue to bleed the truth
May love heal those wretched wounds
May light flood away the darkness
May two grieving parents be free
To live a life resembling hope
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Old man looking back in time
He remembers it well when the Mediterranean was
rich grassland had many lakes and the people
living there never starved.
A mountain ridge between Spain and Africa kept
the Atlantic Ocean away, but a seer had been on top
of the ridge and seen the mighty ocean, and felt the strain
of the mountain and took to warning people to move
upland; only a few listened and moved to Cadiz.
Earthquake, big fissure in the mountain keeping the ocean
at bay; it took forty days and forty nights, only a few people
with their chattel escaped.
The new ocean was now called: “Between Land Sea.” and people took up sailing,
trading and warring, later tourists came who
had no interest in the passing of time, and that is ok, I understand
that most goats ended up in Spain and the donkeys in Tripoli.
Ode
"The Cuteness"
Power packed
his small hairy frame
my pug in a winter coat
Loki was his name
Smart as a whip
always at my feet
I believe he wanted me to trip
that was just his nature
A true companion,
my best friend
him and I the perfect tandem
I am now left all alone
Lively, just days before,
fell ill and lost all his weight
at least I could say goodbye
and hold him as he met his fate
Ferocious yet loving,
mean but always so sweet.
my little ninja so cunning,
This dog was unlike any other
I have heard him called "Snoop Lion"
Kind of a miniature version of one
others have called him "The Cuteness"
I treated him like my son
I call your name to take you out
when I get home, your not there!
In time my heart will mend
So farewell to you my friend!
Jared Pickett
4/14/2014
Asavvy1
Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate
This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far
Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives
Once it pumps nematocysts into the skin
Be prepared for the pain to begin
If caught in time this can be addressed
Acetic acid has been found to be best
But to look at this species it's hard to believe
That they can end a life as it no longer breathes
In her nature world has she gone to far
That this beautiful blue, in oceans a star
It all boils down to how oblivious we are
If the truth be told, man is the monster
Away I fly
Up so high
Across the blue sky
Darting through a cloud
Wind blowing so loud
Blood flowing
Time slowing
One with the sky
I fly
All else forgotten
Begotten
Lost is the past
I'm flying so fast
Time stands still
Gravity has no will
A moment in time I float
Don't mean to gloat
Loud beats my heart
My wings part
To the earth I fall
Joyously I call
The wind in my eye
As I fall from the sky
Spread my wings
Still My heart sings
Wjile gliding Across the sky
There is no reason for any why
Catching a breeze
Allowing my wings to ease
Looking about
My heart does shout
Up so high
It makes me cry
All below that be
All the beauty I see
As I fly so free
Across the sky
You can see me fly
In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour,
A hidden paradise in whispers and in the descending moonlight's power.
Beautiful settings, love like an old perfume, beyond description,
Amber eyes burning with vows in the fire of a dream's depiction.
On this earth, seductive and full of love, we lose our senses completely,
Shadows of the past dance with longing, reminding us of love sweetly.
The summer night binds us in sweet kisses and uninterrupted whispers,
How many memories hide in words, how many unseen longings it whispers.
We lose ourselves in time, carried by the wind singing eternity's song,
The enchanted soul flies like a bird seeking freedom all along.
Sweet smiles on corners of dreams, painted in rainbow hues that last,
The sweet torment remains forever, like an echo of unending longing from the past.
Night of dreams, lost paradise, sweet love that envelops us with ease,
We, lost and dreaming, with hearts full of immortal longing to seize.
Here comes the rain as sun shines bright,
Streak rainbow plain in radiant light.
Feel thought now hurl a profound think,
Yet sense somehow a causal link.
Indulge your heart as mind plays games,
Begin and start what ego names.
Sure heart knows soul beyond mere thought,
A certain whole conscripts all plots.
Joy wears a face that succeeds cheer,
Wit follows grace when love comes near.
Seek then delight beyond mere fill,
Focus your sight on pure goodwill.
Peace centres here when love firms proof,
Abide my dear in that sure truth.
Go deeper still and forfeit thought,
Surrender will to find your lot.
Strange is the change that drives each soul,
Poise floods clear range in that sure whole.
All else must fade in time and space,
Let splendour trade that awesome grace.
Purpose plays pun in feisty jest,
Enjoy life's run in journey quest.
Death is the gate where love awaits,
Embrace your fate and don't be late!
Leon Enrique
26 July 2015
Singapore
Modern migration and intermingling of races and cultures has trashed ancestry.
The world has become a mishmash, a hotch-potch
as cultures and languages fuse, blend and meld.
Knowing your origin and roots now means very little now
as what was there before, your origins and ancestry, have long gone.
It is so sad to see your old home renovated, or worse demolished.
In Queensland, Australia, many of the old wooden Queenslanders
get transported and sold off in old home parks.
There they are aligned in rows in a plot in park, for sale,
ancestral homes rid of memories and context.
If you are very smart you can trace where your old Queenslander went.
You can go on a trip and see it lobbed into its new address.
Very disturbing, to see your home transported and in foreign hands and lands,
But that is all that is left to do, to trace and refresh your memories.
We expect the past to be just the same as it used to be
like a photograph we expect our ancestry to be frozen in time.
But time marches on trashing the past, insensitive to how we want it to be.
Isolation is what help cultures develop their unique identity
In Australia, there were about 600 different clan groups or 'nations'
around the continent when Europeans arrived, many with distinctive cultures and beliefs.
Most have now gone, now there are fewer than 60,
many, many languages and cultures now lost, forever.
Modern mobility and movement of people means that no new cultures can develop in isolation.
In the past the isolation allowed two human cousin species to co-exist with *****sapiens in ancient time.
*****naledi lived in isolated pockets in Africa.
*****floresiensis lived isolation on the island of Flores in Indonesia.
Now that would be something,
to trace your ancestry back to one of these ancient species.
Humans have stopped evolving through inherited variations
both physically and culturally.
Ancestry is now an endangered species, fossilized.