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"LUCID DREAMS"-
Sorting out these ever pressing thoughts that are QUITE overwhelming,
As I try to piece together a puzzle, where the picture on the box is clearly missing!
Some things add up to nothing,a reality proven often times so unreal,
Looking Through the Looking Glass yet the picture remains unclear.
My world ,and yours, are definitely so inconsistent. Reality is light that only flickers in the distance. Deciphering fact from fiction,
As well as struggling with addiction.
Rebuilding a decent human being with all these tiny pieces of a heart.
Which come to think of it, probably never even was a whole from the start!
Road blocks and stop signs, are distractions to me once again.
Reality often slips my mind, becoming like a long lost friend.
If I want to see things to change, I have to change how I see things.
Life is a like a lucid dream, where perception evades me.
How can we stay true, in a world full of so much deception?
Dreams of happiness is what I'm aiming for, but it's hard to look at my own reflection !
Big Ideas, plans, and goals, all drawn up with good intent.
Sometimes I need someone to help me reinvent.
This person that I am, yet I also am so unsure of.
Who I've become, from where I was all because....
Of shattered pieces of a soul that is desperate to start anew.
Just a few complications when trying invision what i want to do.
I see a version of me I WANT to be, with out a shadow of a doubt.
BUT I'LL need faith in God and prayer, cus that's what it's all about!
Absorbing, changing, and learning as I go.
Aiming to become my best, once again a whole.
Aligning my inner being, with the light that shines from within my soul ..
So, here I go as I continue on....
in this lucid dream of life and fun
Letting go but relax... because this time ,Gods in control!
-"LUCID DREAMS"-
BY BRANDI CUNERTY
ENlighteN
when born on this earth we are destined to suceed
we fail our sucess because of sloth and greed
when challenges come thy way
and night falls over this broken day
i know that tomarrow brings new dawn
so sit back relax and move on
but yet again trouble is abound
some times it aint easy to keep those feet on the ground
i swollow my fear of what might come of things
and i let go and fly high on broken wings
regret is like a burning ring of fire that always apears too late
death comes only once but it's worth the wait
why do i do the things i do
who know's
could those teen statistics be true
it shows
love grows
triumph apears
bye bye broken hearted fears
see when you look at my art you're entranced
and although you dont know quite get the meaning of those words that dance
those words that dance across my pallet of gold
you continue to invision my thoughts untold
me myself and i couldnt even tell you what this means
because deep down inside my words are traped in a dream
i was put in this earth-like tenement to achieve life's goal
to make less into more and half into whole
but how must i do this if i cant tame my own art
and if true meaning of soul lives deep down in my heart
just another one of those questions that are answered later on in life
past the pain and past the strife
yeah you dont get this poem, its for enlightenment not entertainment
watch as i express and engage in it
Let’s give hope a try, I think.
Before life makes us old,
Before our hearts will go cold,
Let’s give it a shot,
A meaning, a purpose.
Maybe the whole lot.
We can build meaningful connections.
None of this “how are you?”
Or “How’s the kids?”
More of “How ARE you?
Please tell me your things.”
The things, the things.
The brilliant things of horrors,
And wonders and vibrant, sad colours.
Tell me the meaning in life.
Your meaning, not someone else's.
The purpose you made, you chose.
You accepted.
And show me the world you invision,
And plan and bring.
Show me the children you won’t have,
Because they wouldn’t fit in.
Show me the terrible things of joy,
And hope, and meaning and hope.
And help me understand,
Above all, the sadness in love.
We can understand the world,
And the beauty and the pain,
And the sun and the rain,
And emotions that aren't easy to tame.
And we can miss things,
That we would’ve loved and hated,
Acts of kindness and selfish friendships.
We can be our own gods,
Make amazing choices,
Make terrible choices.
Pretend life isn’t a game.
Let’s give hope a try, I think.
Stop focussing on purpose,
Stop shouting to the clouds,
“But why are you still pouring?”
Start just enjoying the puddles,
And the mud and the water.
Just stop, relax and live for a bit,
Stop looking for meaning in life,
And maybe we’ll find it.
She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go
Her whole life before her
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go
She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm
I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face
She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away
And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live
Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite
I remember how
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away
Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant
The thought of her
Awesomer
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon
Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough
And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch
reached inside me
I know she's there
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day
One day abruptly
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away
These words comfort me like a soothing symphony.in the mist of my blinding sorrow.
these methaphors construe with my soul to ease my mind. As the sun surely brings light
I find it hard not smile watching similes come to life a mental ressurection of words.
The ironic nature of sinful priests create a sense of paradox in me as I invision their ever failing attempt for a justification to ease their minds of the guilt of holy pretence.
This is no way to live life with fear and doubt. And if all else fails then never fail to consider.
Cling to my every word if u must and hold dear these ideas of a mental revolution that will lead us once more to a evolution within our way of living.
Until we learn to once again see that the solution lies within our way of thinking.
So stopn, stop this mental suicide that kills you each morning and we will stop morning and moaning.
When we begin to stop yearning for change silently and our actions are as usful as rain in the ocean.
So let us once again make love to our dreams,while caressing our hopes.
Never forgetting to embrace our desires so that we Come with every thought and Climax to all the ideas we hold most dear.
However before we can do all that let us first have a mental foreplay by kissing each Word until we are ready to Speak the love we most desire
Form:
One glance from her eyes
so dark and brown putting me under
her spell, my world spun around
& her voice of pure velvet
enlightend my inner thoughts in which my
mind mind drifts through the magic of her laughter
and while she uplifts my soul from the ground
and as the days count down
the day will finally set for my queen to be crowned.
She is my dream at night,
all I can invision is her stealing the spotlight
and as she make other females jealous of
her perpetual beauty
all I can say to her is
Baby what are you doing to me?
her swaying hips
luscious lips
her admirablle smile
somebody stop me because
one more look of her
delightful & exquisite analysis
may hold me up for trial.
I close my eyes and try to imagine
what our future will turn out as
see there is more to your beauty
than sex appeals
Not alot of brothas know that
you have class
yet again you uplift my soul from the ground
and as I lay my head upon my chest
the only tune I love listening to is your heart pound.
Her Personality is her Game & physical attractiveness
is pure fame
all the childish picc up lines from other brothas
is what she calls lame
aside from them, i drop my head
with the doubt of never having her
yet she raises my head and seales me with a kiss
and say, WE ARE EQUALLY THE SAME
Me im who i am not who u want me to be
You wont break my spirit cuz I let the Streets flow through me
I look like im 18 but im bout to bust 22
Im tryna get my pen burnin like heat from a gun
Killin the dj scene like second hand smoke kills ya lungs
People say the streets will test ya like some SATS
I watch young lovers boys and gurls battle against STD's
So many tryna to open doors to fame without obtaining the right keys
Everbody wants to standout like a fresh throwback
Yall couldnt get the picutre even if ya name was Kodak
No im not on mtv but I still bring the Direct Effect
I can stay in between the lines but only God does it perfect
Im tryna raise hip-hop like its a whole new epidemic
Yet some brothas tryna race like they in the special olympics
So even if they do win they still gonna end up being retarded
Hip-hops is not where going it just were im from
Im just an urban prince writing my life as a lyric from a poet
Blacks was what i was made not my style of livin
My urban thoughts are my pens expressions for the world to see
From any given sunday to the emancipation of kiki
this is where my mind expands from
Urban Thoughtz are what i have not what try to invision
To stay writing my soul through my pen is my
Hearts Decision
She cried because her insides had been torn into two.
She wanted it and she couldn't front that she didn't but it made her change in so many
ways.
This time it would change her for the rest of her life. She regretted it for a second
until it was over, You could see it on her face a look of pain and depression.
Oh we know oh we know if we didn't we wouldn't be true friends.
She didn't even eat, she stared at us and watched as we noticed the little signs that
told us something was the matter.
I could close my eyes and invision just what she was going to say, she wasn't the
pure girl I once knew and I was even afraid to ask her about it.
Got caught up in a moment in time and clothes came off and before it ended she was no
longer a good girl.
I smiled and laughed at her all together, proud and sad and shocked just like
a mother.
But what was inside I will never know will she be ok? Will she ever be
whole again? I feel it and I know that she will be alright she has the support of a
thousand soilders that will rap that blanket tight.
But sometimes I wonder if it's ending soon we all lose it some day but why did it have
to be now? Why did it have to be so soon?
Thoughts and acts attack sporadic a tactic without static/
Don’t panic you old addict forget that statistic/
I’ll slick back and go ballistic on a notebook with hope cooked rhetoric/
Stick affluent's in the pocket while they trick /
My treats click atonement with a tone meant like a rocket pack switch /
To lift influences and remit where there’s no glove to fit /
Times up tic toc tic get off it /
Turn on that mental faucet you lost it /
Take that addict tooth and floss it /
Just walk the line and don’t cross it /
I’m the boss kid try to open my lid and get in /
Something fidgets livid non timid /
Wearing it like a perfect hat fitted /
For what’s been inflicted it’s my decision and own action /
Attacking addiction never again slacking /
Crafting after flabbergasting /
Scold blabbers lasting /
It’s at old you you’ll be laughing /
Footing on the floor rolling so frozen /
No revisiting your bottom /
Just going for more to golden /
Bust a full intention to bench this option of affliction /
Trust the pull and tension and opt to shun a diversion /
It’s like learnin division from an alien that’s no mathematician /
The space to invision has no limitation /
Home you go divisional martian
See
I see no pity in their hearts
I see their minds are made up
I see darkness roaring all over them
On the their hands are the symbol of death
They see no tommorow
Either do they value today
So they bleed sorrows
Creating confusions in the world
That drives the many weak insane
I see no pity in their heart
I see their minds are made up
I see darkness roaring all over them
On their face you see evil
On their head you see wars coming
They are so thirsty of blood
If the wall could speak
I would have seen better
Think
I think the world is in trouble
I think we need to weak up
I think the time speaks alot what the reality today's says
I think we are supposed to see by now
I think is time to live up and live right
I think everyday will change us as we pass through this shadows of death
Is time Africa
Vision
They will never leave us alone
They never and will never believe in us
They don't care about us
We are mysteries to them
So they will never stop exploting us
Not until they end up in miseries
Without Africa
I invision what the hell would be for the world
For when a child don't let the mother to get a rest
He or she will ever be restless